Divorce Me Once, Your Loss

Brianna

I slam the papers on the study table in front of Rosa Armani as in the study of my new home.

Her dark eyes shoot up to mine, irritation flashing across her face.

She regards me in that bigger-than-thou look, “And what are those?”

I shrug indignantly, “Resignation papers.”

Shock settles itself on her attractive features, “Resignation? I never said anything about resigning.”

“Well,” my eyes trail from her to her daughter who is shooting daggers at me from behind Rosa. “it’s your choice, really. You either resign or I have no choice but to fire you. Now think what the press will make of that?”

She springs up, her anger evident from the scowl of her face and the tightness of her fist. “The hotel firmly belongs to the Armanis. If you think I’m just going to let you get your greasy hands on –”

“Too late, Rosa,” I shake my head ruefully, “just a little too late. The hotel is already greasy from my touch.”

“What do you mean?” Rica asks. It is probably the first time Nico’s sister is speaking to me directly but I’m too busy enjoying the moment to acknowledge that fact.

Most times when she talks about me, it’s either behind my back or to slander me on social media but never has she spoken to me directly in the past.

“I mean, Hotel Deluxe now exclusively belongs to me.”

“No way in he–”

“So technically, I have the right to fire anyone I wish to,” I smirk at my mother-in-law, “I’m honored to make you the first on the list.”

“I don’t believe you,” Rosa says, heatedly, “Nico would never let himself be tricked into doing something like this especially by someone like you.”

Oh, how much I have been waiting for this moment and it is finally here.

With an indifferent shrug, I hand her a copy of the document. “I’m glad you feel that way, Rosa. Go through the files in the document, now, will you? You see any sign of fraud sue me.” I smirk, “Also, don’t hesitate to take out your things from your former office.”

“This won’t sail through,” Rosa retorts to my retreating back, “you’re not going to get away with this, you leech.”

Well, let’s see who is going to stop me, Rosa.

Immediately I step into the hallway, I feel a hand tug at my arm and I spin to find Rica behind me.

She is the shortest of the Armanis with a petite dude that makes her pleasing to the eyes. Her Italian heritage is evident in her long dark hair and Italian shaped nose and she has a slightly tinged accent because she spent more time in Italy with her father than the rest of the family.

“You can't do this,” she whispers, “you don’t know it but we already have to deal with a lot.”

Oh, I know how much they have to deal with and I can't say I don’t have a hand in that either, but now is not the time to revel about that.

“What are you going to do? Post about it?”

Her brows furrow in annoyance, “You can’t—”

“Oh I can. The hotel belongs to me now so I can do anything I wish to do with. I can demolish the whole thing and decide to build a small pet shelter there and nobody can stop me.”

Rica visibly pales.“Is that what you plan on doing?”

Typical rich girl response at having to lose money even though their whole family is swimming in tons of it.

“No,” I tell her, “but I could.”

She relaxes.

“I had a job before I was thrown into a marriage with your family,” I tell her sincerely, “remember that?”

I see her noticeably resist the urge to roll her eyes, “Some voluntary thing that sounded destitute.”

“Destitute huh? well that sounded destitute to you guys was all that kept me going at the moment. All that kept me busy and stopped me from spending the months after losing my sister in my own head. But your mother took that away from me. Snatched it and threw it away like a piece of rag doll from the gutters.”

I watch, satisfied as she clamps her mouth shut.

“I hope you understand where I’m coming from, Rica. But then,” I leave her there and start making my way back, “feel free to make a post about it.”

Interpretation: She can go to hell as many times as she wishes to.

I never cared about her anyway.