Free Billionaire Season 3: Summer Ablaze (Billionaire Season Trilogy) by Kimball Lee

witch sold her all manner of charms and vials of unholy water to tuck in amidst the designer dresses and jeans and jackets in Miss Alaina Darling’s dream-come-true closet. They weren’t potent enough to put an end to Allie, but they would weaken her spirit and sense of judgment enough so that Beth could snatch her out of William’s grasp and put a painful end to her interloping ass.
    Most folks didn’t believe in such things as magic and curses and wishes coming true or dying on the vine. But one good look at the likes of Remy Lesairre and the old stories began to make sense. That girl was way into some sort of otherworldly goings on, no doubt about it. Beth had shopped at the You Wish book store for years and Remy had always been the same mousy, scared-of-her-own-shadow wallflower. Well not anymore. Gone was the vacant, nothing-extraordinary-has-ever-happened-to-me look in her eyes, she was practically a different woman. Beth had to look twice to recognize her and it was a solid fact that her full head of lustrous shining hair, blue-blue eyes, and sexy pinup-girl figure were the real deal . Beth inquired as to what on earth Remy had done to herself and she’d just smiled a sly, secret smile, touched her fingers to a stitched up sickle-shaped scar above her brow, and said she’d kind of lost herself in the Caribbean.
    Beth swerved through the streets of New Orleans and screeched to halt across the street from William’s picture-perfect mansion. She fished her new handgun out of her purse and released the safety, it was ready to fire with a bullet already in the chamber. Allie Darling was in the front garden filling a basket with cut roses and talking to that empty-headed house-maid, Ginny, who had been promoted to the position of personal maid to the future Mrs. Warfield. Allie lifted her hand to brush a wisp a hair from her face and the Countess Warfield Diamond glinted on her finger. That made Beth’s blood boil worse than anything. William had entrusted the care of his grandmother’s wedding ring to her when she’d been his most trusted friend and she had cared for it lovingly, sliding it onto her ring finger every time she took it out of the safe to clean or just admire it.
    That ring had never been on Stella’s finger, it was too good for the likes of her. After all, William the third had never cared for her, he’d only used her as a vessel to catch his sperm when he was hard up and needed to come. The priceless diamond ring that had first belonged to the infamous Countess Warfield and then the next Mrs. Warfield had bypassed William the third’s sad little nothing of a wife and was William the fourth’s property to bestow on his truest love, which he quite obviously had.
    Beth lifted the gun and stared straight down the sight, it was trained on Allie Darling’s heart and Beth steadied herself to squeeze the trigger. Allie turned suddenly, smiling a smile so brilliant it was nearly blinding as William sprinted down the front steps and wrapped her in his arms. Fuck, fuck, fuck it all! Beth slammed the gun against the steering wheel and the horn blared but she hit the gas and sped away and only Ginny caught a glimpse of the mud-splattered red Fiat as it faded into the distance.

Chapter Seven
    Allie woke up in the elegant bed and smiled as she lifted her hand to stare at the ‘anything but subtle’ engagement ring. How had this happened so fast and how did she get so lucky and would her heart ever stop tripping over itself with love for her fiancé? They had fallen asleep sweaty and sore and satisfied last night and every night before that since they had moved into their new home. They spooned together after making love, his front to her back and they stayed that way, exhausted and content, only waking when the yellow August sunlight slanted through the windows and touched their skin.
    William slept soundly but his body was awake and the coarse length of his erection pressed against Allie’s thighs. The