THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.-Chapter 41

At that moment Malisa leaned forward slightly, folding her arms on the table with a businesslike posture and said, "Alright then, let’s get straight to the point." She turned and motioned toward Cora, ready to introduce her properly. "My friend here, Cora, she is—"

But before Malisa could finish her sentence, Cora raised one hand, her palm facing up in a graceful yet commanding gesture.

"I’ll do the talking," she said firmly.

Malisa leaned back without argument, lips pressed together in a thin, respectful line. She knew that tone—Cora wasn’t just ready to speak, she was ready to make a statement.

Cora turned her attention to Lovi. Her eyes—calm but piercing—locked onto his as she spoke, voice cool, precise, and layered with warning.

"L-O-V-I," she said, spelling out his name slowly and deliberately, "I know what you do. And I know the type of people you work with. I’ve heard your name whispered in places most people would never walk into. And I’m not here to flatter you or be impressed."

Lovi, sitting still with a subtle smile, watched her carefully. She wasn’t like his usual clients—this wasn’t flattery dressed as negotiation. This was a woman with scars, someone who had already walked through fire and was now daring him to test her flame.

"I’m not the kind of woman," Cora continued, "who folds her hands and watches things go wrong just because someone else thinks they know better. That’s not me. I don’t allow people to do whatever they think is best with my problem. I don’t give blind trust."

She paused briefly, her tone sharpening. "So let me be very clear. If you try to double-cross me, even for a second—if you even think about using this situation against me in any way—I will fight back."

Her voice dropped, cold and flat.

"And when I fight back, it’s bloody."

She let the silence hang for a beat before continuing.

"I don’t want to involve the police. I don’t want to go to court. I don’t want to cause a media scene. That’s why I agreed to listen to what Malisa said about you. That’s the only reason you’re sitting in front of me right now."

Her eyes narrowed. "But don’t mistake that for weakness. I’ve seen enough to know that trusting anyone is a mistake. And I don’t make the same mistake twice."

Cora leaned forward slightly, her tone lower, dead serious now.

"So I’m telling you this—personally. You’re being watched. I will be watching you. Do what I’m going to ask you to do, and nothing more. Don’t get creative. Don’t overstep. Don’t think for a second that I won’t bite back, because when I do, it’s never funny."

She leaned back again, crossing her arms and staring at him squarely. "You know what to do. Now do it."

Lovi didn’t speak for a moment. His usually casual face now held a touch of shock, followed quickly by intrigue. He blinked slowly, then gave a single nod, almost like a silent bow of respect.

"Wow..." he murmured under his breath, letting out a soft, amused chuckle. "I never thought I’d meet a woman this... ferocious. Hungry. Dangerous."

He looked at her again, more thoughtfully this time. "Whatever happened to you, Cora... must’ve been something really, really disgusting."

Malisa couldn’t help but smile quietly to herself, her eyes flicking over to Cora with a subtle glint of admiration. She had known Cora for years, and if there was one thing she could say without hesitation—it was that Cora was a talk-and-do kind of woman. She didn’t bluff. She didn’t threaten for attention. If she said it, she meant it, and if she promised action, that action would come—swift, silent, and decisive.

So hearing Cora speak to Lovi like that didn’t surprise Malisa at all. In fact, it reminded her why Cora stood where she did today. She was more than elegance and power. She was a woman who had survived betrayal, humiliation, and pain—and built an empire from it.

Cora, now composed once again, leaned slightly forward, her tone measured and direct.

"Now that we’ve made ourselves clear," she began, locking eyes with Lovi, "here’s what I want."

Lovi gave a small nod, his fingers tapping silently against the table as he listened.

"It’s about James," Cora said. "My ex-husband."

Her voice stayed calm, but the undertone was cold steel.

"He kept a record of me. Intimate footage. Photos. Conversations. It’s unclear what he has or how much, but we believe it’s enough to cause damage—especially if it gets into the wrong hands."

Lovi’s eyes flickered with interest, but he stayed silent.

"And there’s Samuel," she continued. "We’re hearing rumors. Rumors that he has a child... and a woman he abandoned. If that story breaks, it’s not just going to ruin him—it’s going to stain MK Entertainment too. We gave him another chance, we vouched for him. If this explodes, the backlash is coming for us."

She leaned in just slightly. "So I need everything—everything—wiped. The footage James has, whatever device it’s on, cloud storage, backups, hidden files, I don’t care where it is—I want it gone. Deleted. Erased. I want to wake up tomorrow knowing it never existed."

Cora paused for a moment before speaking again, even more pointed.

"And when I say gone, I don’t mean in your possession, Lovi. I mean gone from this world. I don’t want to see it again. I don’t want it surfacing years from now because someone got greedy. I don’t want it in your files, or your vault, or your list of completed jobs. I want it wiped off the face of existence."

She then leaned back slowly, finally relaxing her posture—though her gaze remained sharp as a blade. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Now that you know what I want," she said quietly, "how much is it going to cost me to make all of this disappear?"

Lovi tapped his finger against the armrest thoughtfully, his gaze lowering for a moment. Then he looked back at her, a slow, respectful smile forming on his lips.

"Well," he said, voice smooth, "just because I really want to do something good for you... because I admire the way you talk, and because I know when you say you don’t want it—you really don’t want it..."

He sat forward, placing both hands on the table, confident but not cocky.

"Let me do it first. I’ll handle everything. And I already know you won’t owe me—you’re too big for that. You’re not someone who runs from her bill."

He grinned faintly.

"You can pay me ten million dollars when I’m done."

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