EMMELINE
I took my time, savoring his speechlessness as he sat there, staring at the images with his mouth slightly open. The man who always had something cruel to say was suddenly lost for words. It was glorious.
Leaning back into my chair, I swirled the wine in my glass, watching the red liquid spin lazily. “I’ve already scheduled those pictures to be sent out,” I said, almost bored. “To people who would waste no time publishing them. The world’s going to see you for who you really are.”
His head snapped up, his eyes narrowing with fury. “Isn’t this considered a breach of privacy?” he spat.
I arched an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attempt to play the victim. The irony was almost laughable. “That’s rich, coming from you,” I shot back, a cold smile curling on my lips. “And what you did
