Ella had been called many things in the past twenty-four hours—a gold digger, a nobody, a mistake.
But Adrian Blackwood had just hit her with a new one:
"Temporary."
She blinked at him from across the penthouse's marble-floored living room, where he stood, arms crossed, his sharp blue eyes as cold as ever.
Did he just… offer her a divorce like he was negotiating a business deal?
"Let me get this straight." Ella folded her arms, mirroring his stance. "You want me to walk away from this disaster of a marriage—"
"Correction," Adrian cut in smoothly. "I want you to be paid to walk away. Generously."
He slid a document onto the coffee table between them.
Ella glanced down. A check. And not just any check. Seven figures.
Her mouth went dry.
Adrian leaned slightly, his voice annoyingly calm. "You can leave today, disappear from the press, and start fresh somewhere far away." He tilted his head. "I assume that amount is more than enough for a… woman of your background."
Ella sucked in a breath. Oh, he did not just say that.
She gave him her most saccharine smile. "Wow, Adrian. You're right. That's a life-changing amount of money. Let me think about it."
Adrian's expression remained unreadable as she picked up the check, studied it carefully…
And then ripped it in half.
Adrian blinked. For the first time since she met him, he actually looked surprised.
Ella smirked. Ha. Score one for the gold digger.
"Are you insane?" he asked, voice dangerously low.
"Possibly." She shrugged, dropping the shredded check onto the table. "But here's the thing, Mr. Blackwood—I'm not for sale."
His jaw clenched. "You don't seriously want to stay married."
"No," she admitted. "But I'm also not going to let you shove me out the back door like some embarrassing mistake."
Adrian exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple as if this conversation was physically painful. "Ella, be reasonable."
"Oh, you want reasonable? Fine." She stepped closer, poking his chest. "You dragged me into this mess. So guess what, Mr. CEO? You're stuck with me."
Adrian let out a dry laugh. "You have nothing to gain from staying."
"Neither do you," she shot back. "And yet, here we are."
They stared at each other, the air charged with frustration, challenge… something unspoken.
Finally, Adrian exhaled, his voice laced with reluctant amusement. "You really are impossible."
Ella smirked. "And you're really bad at bribing people."
A muscle in his jaw twitched, but there was something else in his eyes now. Something almost intrigued.
She had just become a problem he couldn't fix.
And Adrian Blackwood?
He hated losing.