Billionaire's Bounty Cost Of Love And Revenge novel Chapter 49

Taylor’s Pov

The smell of unke drifted around me as I took a long drag, the tip of my cigarette flaring red vy. Even her name made my skin crawl, Just thinking about her prancing around like some kind of perfect princess made my blood boil.

She didn’t deserve to be there, in my place, with the life that I deserved. I let the smoke roll over my tongue before I blew it out, letting it spiral into the

And here I was, shuffling off to Max’s dumpy place. Maybe she was right after all, I coveted everything she had, even if it was her terrible ex boyfriend.

Max’s place was a far Dy from what I was used to, with his stack of dirty dishes in the corner and the constant stale smell of alcohol that clung to the air it looked like he hadn’t done a thing to clean since the last time I was here.

Not that I’d complain. I had too much on my mind already. Max didn’t waste any time as he shut the door behind me, his eyes flickering over my face. He must’ve seen the rage practically radiating off of me, because he didn’t even ask how I was. Smartman.

He gestured to the ragged armchair across from him, but I ignored it. I preferred to stand when I was like this, feeling like I could rip someone to shreds if they so much as breathed wrong. And tonight, that person was ivy.

I took another drag, letting the nicotine hit my veins, settle my nerves, or at least try to. “Ivy,” Isneered, feeling the name taste foul on my tongue. “I’m getting real sick of her. It’s like she’s everywhere, Max. Everywhere I go, she’s there-

“You were the one who came up with the brilliant idea to jump on her project. You literally got into her sp-“He trailed off when he saw the deadpanned expression on my face. “Sorry,” he mouthed.

“Good.” I took a long drag of the cigarette. “Never make that mistake again.” I began pacing. “I don’t know where she got the nerve from. She was talking fearlessly. She looked nothing like the Ivy used to know. Where did she get her newfound confidence from? Asher Sterling? Oh, I swear I’ll cripple har—”

Max, who had just watched me rant, interjected, “Enough,” he finally said, his voice low. “Enough said. Ivy is not your problem; she’s mine. You’re not here to rant about her. We’ve got a job to do. Your priority is Asher, and mine is hy. Do not forget that!”

A job. That’s what he liked to call it. He had this whole plan laid out. Well, technically, I did the planning. The delusional man thought it was enough to bombard her with last season’s flowers and cheap gifts. Ivy was now with Asher Sterling. He could buy her all the flower shops in the city if he wanted to and that’s why Max’s plan was a failure from the very beginning.

So I stepped in, planning every detail about how we were going to ruin her little fairytale. And I was all in. Not that I really cared about Max’s goals or whatever he’d get out of it. All I cared about was the end result: hy out of the picture, humiliated, broken. And Asher, well, he’d be mine because I wanted him now that he was hers

But Max didn’t need to know any of that. So I forced myself to put on a smile, letting the corners of my mouth twist up in a way I knew he liked.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. But she’s just… infuriating. I could do so much more if you’d let me.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes were intense. “Don’t lose focus, Taylor,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “She’s your target, sure. But she’s also my prize. Don’t forget that.”

Theld his gaze, taking another drag to mask the imitation his words sparked. His prize? She didn’t even like him, at least not anymore. I couldn’t even blame her, she had made a big upgrade. I knew better than to argue. “Fine. She’s your prize, whatever you say.” I didn’t

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long as got her in the

And that was the deal. He got Ivy, I got Asher. Simple.

“Good,” Max said, watching me carefully. “Keep your eyes on the prize. He leaned back, looking way too smug for my liking. I hated it when he acted like he had the upper hand, like he was somehow above me.

We both wanted the same thing–well, almost- and I know Ivy wouldn’t be any easier for him to handle than she’d been for me. I exhaled. Ineeded to get my head back in the game. I couldn’t have Max out his thinking that he was the one welding any form of control because it was a lie. He was not a player in this game of mine, he was only a pawn, and I was holding all the cards.

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Chapter 49

I tossed my head backward and ran my fingers through my hair.

“And what are we going to do about Asher? He asked after a while, his watchful stare on me.

“Asher is my problem to worry about…” I answered sharply.

“And about what happened that-

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