The billionaires escape from reality

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.

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Ella stood in the middle of the basement, with tears filling her eyes, as her husband Micheal was continuously beating up her driver, Corey. "How dare you!!" Michael's voice roared loudly as he kicked Corey's stomach.

Corey looked small as he curled up in pain, his clothes stained with his own blood and covered in dirt. He gasped in pain.

Corey was all bruised up from the beating, blood dripping from his mouth and even his nose "Please" he weakly begged " I have a sister, please she's really sick please please I won't make this mistake again" he continued to plead, tears rolling down his cheeks mixing with the sweat on his face.

Ella looked away from him in regret, she held herself from going over to where he was and protecting him from all the beatings. From crying and apologizing to him for putting him in this situation.

Ella really wanted to beg for Corey but she couldn't, she knew it would only make things worse for both of them. Her husband had a really bad temper. All she could do was pray he wouldn't kill them.

Three hours earlier, Corey was driving Ella to her hair appointment in Beverly Centre. Corey was a slim, tall black kid who didn't look like he was over 21. He had full hair and a small mustache that made him look a bit mature but still had that young look in him.

They drove in silence, the radio in a low volume playing a pop song. Corey hummed to the song, swaying a little to the rhythm. He seemed a bit carried away by the music playing. Ella looked at him with a small smile.

"What song is this?" Ella asked him. Corey looked at her in surprise through the rear view mirror. "Uh...it's sunlight..."he said almost in a whisper but Ella heard him and simply nodded "Catchy..." she said turning to face the window.

She could see now that he was a bit nervous even uncomfortable. This was the first time they were speaking and he's been driving her for almost a month. Sometimes she wondered if her husband, Micheal would warn the male staffs not to speak to her. It wasn't out of some romantic possessiveness, he wanted to be in control of her life.

Corey then cleared his throat and spoke up, "Mrs Diviski, is everything fine?Your eyes....they're bruised" Corey asked still looking at her through the rear view mirror.

Ella looked at her driver, in confusion because she had worn some makeup to cover the bruise on her eye. "It's nothing I uh I fell in the bathroom that's all" Ella said looking away but slightly touching her bruised eye.

She didn't actually fall her husband Micheal had punched her for mistakenly pouring hot tea on him. Micheal was a very abusive man with not just her but with everyone and no one could do anything about it. Corey faced the road and sighed 'He must have hit her again' Corey thought to himself.

"Uhm....could you please step out of the car" she instructed Corey once they had arrived at their destination. He did as he was told,backing the car. Ella took out her powder and applied more to cover the bruises. "All good" she said looking at herself through the rear view mirror. She sighed and got out.

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