Love Between Alpha And Omega

Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon

Rum Runner

I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground.

Modern Revenge Bankruptcy Billionaires Female-Centered Ex-wife

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ELENA'S POV

'You're sleeping?! Get up!!'

I remember waking up in a bathroom and being forced to bath. The mean looking man in front of me didn't look as if he was enticed to see my body and I could sense that it would either be that he had seen enough, or he was gay.

"Don't make me come back for you" He snapped as he walked out.

Come back for me? I was as confused as hell!

Quickly, I drank some of the dirty water I was supposed to use to bath because my throat was as dry as I could ever imagine. My stomach hurt and I was very hungry. I could eat the man whole, I could drink the whole of the awful bath water which I did.

Although I was bloated, I didn't mind. I just needed to fill my stomach or I might die.

'Hunger is evil.'

After talking my bath, I walked out the bathroom naked only to find the room filled with naked other girls. Everyone of us looked so confused, disoriented and dying.

_what's happening!_

We just stood unclothed, waiting for what we had no idea of. Some of us just like me were busy checking our body. I checked my thighs and legs. I just checked Incase I have being penetrated.

Seeing I was okay, I walked to a girl who looked a bit calm. She had this ginger curls, full lips, round face and dedicate small figure.

She was really beautiful.

"Elena" she whispered "You remember".

Elena?

Who is Elena?

I looked at her strangely and looked around. Looking back at her face, it was like she was making sure we don't get caught or something.

"Elena?" She whispered again, this time, nudging me.

My gaze narrowed as I looked at her. I wanted to ask her who she was and what we were doing there but the door. A middle aged woman walked in with lots of dresses and individually handed it to all of us.

"You are becoming a case, Elena" she said dryly "But I will warn you, stop being a case or I chop off your organs and make fast money"

Fear!

Her voice was a bit rusty just as her face. Her wrinkles seemed like it had effect on her voice too, making her sound like a lazy frog. Her forehead and chin looked like she had lots of Botox section or filters.

"Make sure you don't fess up, Elena, don't make me end you" she said this time on a more warning tone.

I didn't want to make her see how scared I was of her threat but what else should I have do?

Run away? Cry?

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