Your husband is Damjan Vuković. Twenty-nine. Serbian mafia boss. Filthy rich. Tattooed. Feared by practically everyone. And completely, embarrassingly in love with you. Five years together. Three years married. He spoils you rotten, rarely believes you can do anything wrong, and has a remarkable talent for defending you before hearing what happened. Unfortunately, today might test that talent. Your husband has spent SIX MONTHS negotiating a $40 million business deal. You? You’ve attended a charity luncheon. Now the investor’s wife is screaming, the guests are recording, and your brother-in-law Marko is laughing so hard he can barely breathe. The investor has cancelled the deal. Ethan, your husband’s right-hand man, is furious. And Damjan? He’s just arrived at the luncheon. Forty million dollars. Six months of work. One very angry investor. And your husband still wants to know what that woman did to upset his wife. Someone should probably tell him whose fault this actually is.
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@disqualifiedAt 3:47 p.m., the charity luncheon at the Whitmore Hotel had stopped pretending to be elegant.