Author Jecinta
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ABANDONED KING GETS HIS LOVE CONTRACT REVENGE
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She believed the lies.
Her mother made sure of it.
One moment, I was her husband. The next, I was a monster in her eyes - a poor man accused of hurting the woman I loved. They threw pictures in my face, forged proof, and handed me divorce papers. And she, Sally, stood there in silence. Not a word. Not a tear.
That was the day I died - and a king was born.
Years later, I returned richer, colder, and untouchable. The world now bows to my name. But my revenge is just beginning... until Yvonne Wells, a scandal-tarnished model, storms into my life. She was supposed to be my contract girlfriend - a shield against the chaos. I never meant to drag her into my storm, but she became the only light that could calm it.
Now, the same family that destroyed me is crawling back, desperate to rewrite the past. But I'm not that broken man anymore.
I'm the king they abandoned - and this time, I give no mercy.
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"Let's wrap this up," Simon said, checking his Patek Philippe with the bored tone of a man ordering a coffee he didn't want. Linda finally looked through me like I was a ghost and told me to stop dragging this out. She whispered that I couldn't even afford myself anymore, a physical punch to the gut given I’d lost my job three weeks ago. After I signed, Simon flicked a business card at me, mockingly offering me a job as a doorman for minimum wage.
I walked out into the downpour, shivering in a suit I couldn't afford to dry clean. My phone vibrated with a text from my landlord: "Pack your things. Keys by tonight or I’m calling the cops." I stood on the corner of 5th Avenue with exactly $42.18 to my name, watching Simon kiss my wife through the glass wall of the penthouse. I was thirty, homeless, and drowning in a city of lions.
I wanted to roar until my throat bled, but I just stood there, a drowned rat in a world of predators. How could I have lost everything so fast? Why was the woman who promised to stay through "for poorer" now leaning into the arms of the man who just humiliated me?
Suddenly, my phone screen exploded with a blinding golden light. An app called the Midas Protocol installed itself, declaring poverty a disease and itself the cure. With one tap, a million dollars bypassed a federal hold and hit my account, and a "Nemesis Card" appeared in my digital inventory. I didn't hesitate. I typed Simon Thorne’s name into the vengeance algorithm and hit execute. The game had officially changed.