Page 28 of Reckless Billionaire's Ruthless Claim

“She's greedy!” he spat. “All it took was Olivia waving a goddamn check in front of her, and she took it without hesitation. Didn’t even think twice.” He let out a bitter chuckle. “And she’s lustful. She loves staring at shirtless fucking men. All she ever thinks about is naked men, money, and herself.”

Stella’s gaze finally shifted from the screen, narrowing at him in displeasure.

"That can’t be true." She scowled, setting down her glass. "When you got into that car accident last year and I called her, she came running to the hospital barefoot! She didn’t even change her clothes—she was still in her nightwear. And she stayed there, by your side, until the doctor said you were out of danger. After that, she took care of you for two whole weeks while you were unconscious like a damn nurse.”

Sawyer’s body stiffened. “Wasn’t that Ada?” he muttered, confusion flickering across his face. “All this time, I thought it was Ada.”

Stella scoffed, pouring herself another drink. "Of course not." She took a sip before continuing. "I was there almost every day, and there wasn’t a single time I didn’t see her at the hospital—morning, noon, or night. She never left your side, not even once. She only asked Ada to step in after you woke up and the doctor confirmed that you were strong enough to stand on your own. She must have asked Ada to step in after she couldn’t care for you anymore. Probably because she didn’t get any sleep while taking care of you constantly for weeks. I can’t even imagine how exhausted she must’ve been."

Sawyer’s brows furrowed, his grip tightening around his glass.

"Why didn’t she ever tell me?" His voice was quieter now, almost unsure.

Damion exhaled, leaning back into the couch. His sharp gaze met Sawyer’s, disappointment flickering in his emerald eyes.

"When have you ever seen her brag about anything?" Damion asked. "She never badmouths you, never complains, no matter what you do. And all you ever do is scold her, remind her that she’s just a temporary woman in your life, and scold her to stay in line."

Sawyer clenched his jaw, his chest tightening with unease. Silence stretched between them.

“If she were really selfish, greedy, and lustful,” Stella cut in, “why is she still by your side? Why does she bring you food when you work late? Why does she make you soup when you drink too much, just so you won’t wake up with a stomach ache? Everything she does is for you.” Her voice was sharp, edged with irritation. “And you callherselfish?”

Before he could respond, the sharp ringing of a phone cut through the tense silence.

Mason casually picked up the call. The moment the screen lit up, a grin spread across his face

On the other end, his wife’s face appeared, her bright grin filling the screen.

"Having fun?" Mason's deep voice cut through the noise.

She was standing by the bar, sipping a beer, while music blasted in the background. Instead of staying in the private section with them, she had slipped out when he wasn’t looking and was now in the main bar area, dancing freely.

"Yes." Ana grinned at him drunkenly, her cheeks flushed.

She turned the camera around, showing another girl leaning against the bar with a drink in hand. The woman grinned, lifting her glass toward the screen in a silent toast before weaving through the crowd and jumping onto the dance floor.

Mason’s brows furrowed.

“That was Ellie." Ana leaned in closer to the speaker, raising her voice so he could hear her over the music. "She’s dancing!" She giggled, clearly intoxicated, barely holding herself upright. "She told me she and Sawyer broke up, so we’re having a breakup party now."

"Jesus." Mason cursed under his breath.

He shot up from his seat, grabbing his coat. At the same time, he tossed the phone toward Sawyer. "I’m going to get my wife. Do you care about yours?"

Sawyer caught the phone, his scowl deepening as he looked at the screen.

Ellie was on the dance stage, surrounded by men.

She wore a short, tight black dress that clung to her body like a second skin. A delicate mesh cutout ran in a sleek triangle from beneath one breast to her waist, teasing just enough skin to make her look subtly revealing, yet dangerously seductive.

Sawyer’s eyes burned through the screen. Without another second’s delay, he bolted to his feet.

The people in the room exchanged silent grins before following behind him.

Sawyer stormed through the main entrance of the bar, heading straight for the dance floor. His gaze scanned the crowd until it landed on Ellie.

She was in the center, moving to the music, eyes closed, hands in the air, swaying effortlessly. The dim lighting cast a sultry glow on her figure, the dress clinging to her curves like a second skin.

Just then, like a magnet, a man’s gaze snapped toward Ellie on the dance floor. He hesitated only for a second before turning fully, a slow grin spreading across his face. Without missing a beat, he stepped closer, placing his hands on her waist.

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