The moment the words of surrender left Ace Kane’s lips, Sara practically levitated with joy. She didn't just celebrate; she performed a victory lap in her designer heels, her laughter echoing off the high, minimalist ceilings of the penthouse.
“Haha! Look at him, honey! The Broke-a*s loser finally tucked his tail and ran! He folded! He actually folded!” she shrieked, her voice reaching a frequency that could shatter crystal.
She turned her attention back to Ace, her face twisted in a mask of smug, petty triumph. She wanted to savor this—to grind his dignity into the polished marble floors before they kicked him out of "her" new home.
“You pathetic piece of trash,” she spat, her eyes gleaming with malice. “You really thought you could walk into a place like this and challenge a man like
