Chapter 67. The Deadbeat Dad

Lana's POV

"I still can't believe Roman had the audacity to embarrass you in front of that gold digger." My best friend, Jessica Coleman said as the maid poured us two glasses of iced whiskey.

"That bastard will pay for his actions, and I really mean it. I'm going to take the most important thing in his life away from him, then he'd have no option but to return to me." I giggled, but my short moment of manic excitement was cut short by the maid's clumsiness.

She had tripped and in the process–she had broken the half-filled bottle of whiskey.

"Please pardon my mistake this once, Madam Lana. I didn't look where I was going, ma." She knelt, begging profusely and not daring to look me in the eye.

"You stupid imbecile, is that bottle too heavy for you to carry? Do you know how expensive that whiskey is? Don't worry, I'll make sure you use your miserable, meager salary to pay for it, now get your useless self out of my sight, fool!" I barked, and she cowered