اللقاء المقدر المدير التنفيذي والمتدرب دراما صينية

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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Inigo Petrakis's POV

Present day...

What was that noise? Was that a woman singing an Ariana Grande song?

Peeling my eyes open, I groaned out loud and cursed as a ray of light bit my eyes. Curling at the other side of the bed, I cursed again when I heard my phone ringing. I rubbed my eyes and frustratingly opened it to see discarded clothes strewn all over my room. The curtains were parted hence, the bright light filling in my crystal white room and the door to the shower was closed.

She began to sing the lines of Dangerous Woman and I cocked my head to the side for at her on key voice. Damn. The woman is turning me on and I fucking hate to break my rule on one night stands. Didn't the woman know not to wake up a one night stand at 6 in the morning and seduce him because of a really good song?

Throwing back the covers and tugging on a pair of discarded jeans, I groaned at my rock hard dick. This needs to get done. But my phone played my personal assistant's tone, again. Cursing in frustration, I looked for my phone at the mess in my room and growled at it when I found it. "What?"

"S-sir." my secretary, Andrew, stammered on the other line.

"This better be good Andrew because I haven't had coffee yet and a damn woman is seducing my ears." I growled at him, pinching my forehead at the obvious headache starting to form and the frustration of my male anatomy.

"It's actually about the woman and umm you sir." Andrew nervously gulped as I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

"What about it." I harshly asked on the other line.

"Well you see. There were people who caught you and her leave the party and took photos of you in a compromising position." Andrew said "You're all over the news and the board isn't happy of another scandal."

Growling in frustration, I opened the link Andrew sent me on my email and cursed out loud when I saw the cover of the headline.

Bankrupt Billionaire found in the arms of the youngest self-made millionaire Ava Marquez.

Cold settled on my feet as I read the name and our photos in a half-naked state.

No. It's not possible. Ava Marquez? An image of a raven haired green eyed beauty flashed in my mind.

Suddenly, the doors to my restroom opened and there walked out the stunning image of the woman in my mind. She was only wearing a bathrobe and her curly hair fell on soft tendrils on her back. A cheschire grin was on her lips as she smiled wickedly at me.

"Good morning." she wickedly greeted. Seeing the shock on my face and my phone on my hand, her eyes left a knowing look "Oh! You've heard the news too."

Shaking my head out of my lustful thoughts, I stomped towards her with determination "We need to sort this out! I cannot have another scandal with my company in jeopardy!"

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