Gemotions

The letter lay open on the ornate coffee table, a stark contrast to the luxurious surroundings. Isabella, after all these years. He chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. She’d tried to ruin him. Now, she was groveling, or so it seemed. He felt a slow, easy swell in his chest.

He gestured to his butler for another glass of champagne, savoring the way the bubbles tickled his nose. He took a sip, letting the crisp liquid wash over his tongue. He glanced around his opulent living room, at the priceless artwork adorning the walls. He had rebuilt his empire, bigger and better. He'd shown them all.