Chapter 100

Bianca snuck up to the second floor, moving stealthily through the shadows. She watched as a group of fully made-up, barely dressed women entered a private room, one after another. The last girl was just about to slip inside when Bianca darted forward. She pressed her hand against the doorframe, leaving a tiny gap so she could see inside. Under the bright white lighting, a dozen women lined a plush couch. The room was practically filled with women. And in the center of it all, sitting alone in a leather armchair was a very familiar man. Daniel. Brighton Group CEO and Charlotte's husband. Bianca's blood boiled on the spot. She thought, "Oh, you son of a bitch. How dare you bully Charlotte! I'm going to tear you apart." Bianca rolled up her sleeves, scanning the hallway for a weapon—something she could use to teach that bastard a lesson. Daniel had gone too far. He dared to have fun with a bunch of ladies. All while Charlotte was pregnant and pissed off. Bianca's eyes landed on