The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 865

Larkin and Amanda had built their empire from nothing. Clawing their way to their current billionaire status hadn't been easy.

However, their marriage had long since shifted from romance to a sterile business partnership bound only by shared history.

They had an unspoken open marriage.

He kept his rotation of eager mistresses, and she enjoyed the company of strapping young men.

The only time they ever played the part of a loving couple was in front of their children.

Knowing his wife practically owned Eyre Haute Couture, Larkin didn't hesitate to call her to pull some strings.

His request genuinely amused Amanda, who was currently lying on a plush table at a luxury spa, enjoying a deep tissue massage from a gorgeous young man named Anthony.

"Shopping for another mistress, are we?"

Amanda assumed Larkin needed arm candy for a business dinner. She couldn't care less who he paraded around.

As Anthony's strong hands worked the tension from her skin, Amanda simply closed her eyes and soaked in the luxury.

She wasn't young anymore, and her body carried the irreversible marks of carrying two children.

No amount of cosmetic surgery or chemical peels could turn back the clock to her twenties.

But Larkin wasn't exactly a prize either. He certainly couldn't compare to the charming Anthony.

How could Larkin's soft, aging waistline compete with a shredded physique?

"Just a little actress," Larkin admitted effortlessly. He never bothered hiding his affairs from her.

Amanda scoffed. "A little actress? Do you have any idea that the exclusive pieces at Eyre cost millions of dollars?"

Her tone sharpened slightly.

She had no problem spending money on her boy toys, but those young men were vastly cheaper to maintain than high-maintenance starlets.

Dropping millions of dollars on a single dress for a disposable mistress? Had Larkin completely lost his mind?

They could build a solid nest egg for their kids with that kind of cash.

Larkin blinked in surprise. "It's really that expensive?"

He was rich, but he wasn't an idiot.

"Absolutely!"

"Fine. In that case, I'll buy a gown for you. You can accompany me to Padgett's birthday gala the day after tomorrow."

Demanding a million-dollar dress right out of the gate was insulting.

He knew damn well Jocelyn couldn't afford it herself.

Which meant she had intentionally tried to play him for a fool.

After Larkin hung up with his wife, his phone went completely silent. Jocelyn couldn't handle the suspense and called him again.

Larkin sent it straight to voicemail—a brutal, silent rejection.

Under the receptionist's amused gaze, Jocelyn practically fled Eyre Haute Couture, her face burning with utter humiliation.

The receptionist hadn't said a single insulting word, but Jocelyn felt the sting of disgrace down to her bones.

Meanwhile, settling into the plush leather of the Churchill family car, Claire finally remembered where she had seen Miss Hunter before.

"I'm pretty sure she's Leon's girlfriend."

Leon had gone to great lengths to keep her identity a secret, desperate to prevent his rabid fanbase from realizing they were financing his love life.

But after his violent scandal and subsequent arrest, the media had viciously exposed every sordid detail of his relationship.