Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 45
JUNE
Once upon a time, I was an unknown individual without a class or a single penny to my name. Now, my life has taken a lavish
turn-adorned in exquisite designer attire, and I have the privilege of being associated with Ravel Southwark. There’s no turning
back for me. The memory of the forgotten woman I once was shall never resurface. I am resolute in this transformation.
Ravel has distanced himself from me ever since Hazel finalised their divorce papers. Strangely, his emotional detachment
doesn’t faze me. As long as he continues to provide financial support, shower me with luxurious clothing, bags, and shoes, and
ensures my indulgent getaways, I remain content. Maintaining my prominence on social media is an added bonus that I hold
dear.
Despite my apparent indifference towards his actions, there’s one aspect I simply won’t endure – the role of being the other
woman. I’ve noticed his interactions with his ex-wife, their intimate dinner dates, and his refusal to part with her photographs in
the mansion.
I am resolute in preventing any reconciliation between them. I am determined to ensure that he never returns to her. If he wishes
to maintain a connection with her, he must formalize his commitment to me through marriage, making her his mistress. This is
the sole condition under which I will tolerate their continued association.
Glancing at the time, I directed my attention to Matthew, the security personnel assigned to me in response to the threats from
Hazel’s online followers after Ravel’s press conference. “Has Mrs. Anne arrived and checked in?”
“Yes ma’am.” He responded robotically.
I was confident that Ravel would be puzzled about how Anne managed to discover the true hotel he was staying at, considering
he had misled the internet into believing he was at the Open-crest hotel. “I’m planning to have a brief conversation with her,” I
declared, rising from my seat, causing him to adopt an upright stance. “No need to accompany me, Matthew. Just remain where
you are.”
“Of course, ma’am,” he acknowledged, stepping back to grant me passage.
With the echoing click of my Louboutin heels against the marble floor, I entered the elevator and ascended to Anne’s floor. Upon
stepping out of the elevator, the anticipated scene unfolded before me. The corridor was brimming with security personnel who
promptly prevented my access to her room.
With my arms crossed, I directed a piercing gaze at the man who appeared to be their leader. “Kindly inform Mrs. Anne that June
Silver is present, bearing an enticing proposition.” My words held a veiled promise of a valuable opportunity.
He scrutinized me briefly, seemingly unsure whether to take me seriously. However, my unyielding demeanor and determination
dissuaded him from underestimating me. After speaking into his microphone, a few moments later, I was escorted into Mrs.
Anne’s opulent suite.

Why didn’t Ravel provide me with something as lavish as this?
“What do you want June?” Anne inquired as she emerged from the kitchen, wine glass in hand. Even dressed in a simple black
dress, she exuded a captivating air of elegance. “Louboutin?” She let out a mocking chuckle. “Is this your attempt at impressing
me?”
“I don’t dress to impress anyone,” I replied matter-of-factly, a hint of amusement in my tone. “Except perhaps your son.” Taking a
seat on the sofa, I didn’t bother waiting for her invitation, casually crossing my legs.
“I’ve come to personally accept your gratitude,” I stated with a hint of sarcasm, my smile strained but evident.
“Gratitude in person?” She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. “Are you under the influence or something?”
Unfazed by the insult, I maintained my smile, though it was now visibly forced. “I assure you, I’m quite lucid. Thank you for
your concern.”
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As she settled into the seat adjacent to mine, she fixed me with a scrutinizing gaze. “If you’re not going to disclose your purpose
for being here, I’ll have you escorted out of this suite.”
Inappreciative bit ch. “Can you guess who was behind sending you Ravel’s hotel address?” I inquired, my smile carrying a hint of
smugness. “Your team’s efforts to locate him weren’t proving to be successful, so I thought I’d extend a helping hand.”
“And you expect me to be grateful for that?” She scoffed. Her icy gaze traveled down to my shoes. “Wearing heels bought with
my
son’s money is appreciation enough, wouldn’t you say?”
“I’m not here to engage in verbal sparring with you, Anne,” I retorted dispassionately. “I’m here because something interesting is
happening that you might not like.”
Though curiosity danced in her eyes, she made an effort to downplay it. “There’s nothing you could find interesting that would
equally captivate my attention.”
This woman might believe I’m like Hazel, who just endured all her nonsense quietly. I’m unafraid of scandals, so if she annoys
me once again, I’ll create one for her. “Ravel is wining and dining Hazel and showering her with gifts.”
Her eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What?”
I thought so bit ch. “It appears he’s interested in reconciling with her.” And I won’t stand for it.
She stared at me for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. “You must think I’m foolish, don’t you?” Perhaps a little. “So you’re
concerned Ravel might kick you to the curb, and you want my assistance to prevent that from happening.”
“More like I met up with someone with mutual interest.” I responded, unfazed by her condescending response. “I’m certain you
wouldn’t want your son to reconcile with her either.”
“And you assume I want my son to be with you?” She shot back.
“I’m well aware you don’t,” I stated, my indifference evident. “You can dismiss me after we’re finished removing Hazel from

Ravel’s life.”
“Do you genuinely believe you’re making sense?”
“I am confident I’m making sense,” I said, uncrossing my legs and leaning forward. “Instead of facing two women alone, I’m
offering to assist you in dealing with Hazel, leaving you with only one adversary.”
Her gaze turned contemplative. “Alright.” I smiled triumphantly, pleased with her concession. “I’m only accepting this
arrangement because it’s simpler to remove you from Ravel’s life compared to dealing with Hazel.”
I furrowed my brows at the slight. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
“Besides the fact that Hazel is financially independent now and not a destitute parasite like you, my son appears to genuinely
care for her, something I can’t say about you. You lack both the financial means and my son’s affection.”
F uck you bit ch! Soon enough, I’m going to have both.