Ultimate Kill (Book 1 Ultimate CORE Trilogy) (CORE Series) by Kristine Mason Page B

maid. “Have the children had their breakfast?”
    Alison . Yes, now he recalled the hot little maid’s name.  
    “Yes, ma’am,” Alison responded, filling his wife’s Rogaska crystal glass with orange juice. “Waffles, eggs and sausage. Their nanny took them to the music room for their lessons after they finished breakfast.”
    “Very good. I’ll have to stop by and see them. Charlotte has really taken to the piano, don’t you think, dear?”
    He shifted his gaze from Alison’s breasts to his wife’s shit-brown eyes. “Yes, she’s doing well,” he said. “Mary Had a Little Lamb has never sounded better.”
    Alison giggled as she set his plate in front of him. After she poured him a cup of coffee, she asked, “Do you need anything else?”
    My wife dead and you sucking my dick . “Nothing, thank you.”
    With a smile first to him, then to his wife, Alison left the dining room through the servants’ entrance. Once the French doors were closed he looked across the table again. “Liliana, do you really plan to eat all of that?” he asked and nodded to the sparse breakfast morsels on his wife’s plate.  
    She blinked and looked to the six small chunks of grapefruit, half of a hard-boiled egg and half of a slice of dry toast. “I worked out for sixty minutes this morning and burned over five hundred calories.”
    “So?” he asked, and raised a forkful of scrambled eggs to his mouth.  
    “This food is less than one hundred calories.” She pointed to her plate. “I think I can afford to eat it.”
    He set the fork on the plate and picked up his coffee cup. “Are you sure? The charity ball is in two weeks and I refuse to go out in public with a fat ass.”
    Her eyes widened and filled with contempt and insult. She glanced to her plate with longing, then picked up her glass of juice.
    “That’s also high in calories,” he reminded her. “But you do what you think is right.”
    After setting the juice back on the table, she folded her hands in her lap and stared at her plate of food. The dumb bitch had no backbone. She obviously needed glasses, as well. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her scrawny body. If anything she should eat everything on her plate and his before her body shut down from malnutrition. Then again, death by starvation would save him from having to find a way to rid himself of his useless wife.
    “Why do you hate me so much?” she asked, a tear slipping down her boney cheek.
    “I don’t hate you,” he said and sliced into a sausage link. “I feel nothing for you.” He took a bite of the sausage and savored not only the delicious flavor, but the shock in Liliana’s eyes. She’d never been welcomed in his home. He’d never wanted her, but what she could give his empire. Lying with her, having to force himself to have sex with her, had been about as hot and satisfying as a root canal. But he’d wanted the children. Everything he’d worked for would not be inherited by distant relatives, but by his blood.
    She wiped her cheek with her napkin and stared at him with hurt and hatred. “Then why not divorce me? The prenup you made me sign lets you keep your fortune. If you feel nothing for me, then let me go.” Her chin trembled. “Please,” she begged, her voice raw and ragged.
    “Divorce?” He leaned back in his chair and shook his head. “And ruin my image? The press would have a field day. And I can’t allow that to happen. Until death do us part,” he said with a smile and raised his mug in a mock toast.
    Tossing her napkin on her plate, she stood. “Then maybe I should have an affair,” she said, her voice shaking. “Maybe I should take a page from your book and have an affair. The pool boy is very attractive.”
    Lack of sustenance must have warped her brain. Rage momentarily blurred his vision and he had to grip the armrests of the dining room chair to keep from climbing across the table and choking the life from her.  
    No one threatened him.
    “Do that,