Nero: Shattered Wings (Russian Mob Chronicles Book 6)

Minutes after being served divorce papers I receive a phone call that warps my mind. If it isn’t bad enough my soon-to-be ex filed for divorce on our fourteenth wedding anniversary he also used my company card to spoil his mistress with a honeymoon suite and a thousand-dollar floral arrangement. I’ve not been handed a single flower since we wed so when the hotel clerk requests to see my card before processing the payment I accept the opportunity unknowingly granted to me. With the tiny teddy I had hoped would milk my husband of one measly orga$m covered by a thin coat and my cell phone recording I burst into the honeymoon suite gung-ho for the evidence that will offer me the ultimate revenge. There isn’t a single person in the entire suite. A god though. There’s one of them. He glares at me like I was caught cheating and the heat of his stare makes me wish that were true. I’d sign on the dotted line without protest just for the chan