Kiss Of An Alpha King

The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Billionaire Revenge

Gray Matter

For five years, I abandoned my status as the heiress of the powerful Montgomery family to play the role of a poor, submissive housewife for Barrett. Then, a bank notification popped up on my phone. Barrett had forged my digital signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust fund to a woman named Crista Reid. When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives. "Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself." I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together. Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company. He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life. He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire. I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer. "Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant."

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Chapter 1

An Unwanted Kiss

When you are walking down the street and suddenly kissed by a strange man, what would you do? Exactly. Slap him! And slap him hard!

"Smack!"

A loud slap echoed in the air.

Blondie Apple stared at the man in front of her, Cavan Noah. Under the night sky, he looked like a character stepping out of a comic-so strikingly beautiful, he seemed unreal. His amber eyes shone with a captivating light, and at the corner of his eye, there was an extraordinarily rare tear mole, bewitchingly charming. His face was like a masterpiece sculpted by God, exceptionally handsome, the kind of beauty rarely seen in this world.

Wow! A top-notch handsome man!

That was Blondie Apple's first reaction.

But just because you're handsome, does that mean you can kiss people randomly? Just because you're good-looking, can you act recklessly with no regard for others?

"Sorry, but I, Blondie Apple, have seen countless handsome men since I was young, so I'm pretty much immune to their charms," she thought to herself.

Blondie Apple raised an eyebrow and said, "Apologize to me before I lose my temper!"

"What?" Cavan Noah looked at her, surprised.

Apologize? After getting slapped?

He laughed. "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are! Apologize to me now!" Blondie Apple's voice left no room for negotiation.

"Kid, are you from out of town?" Cavan asked.

Blondie Apple was taken aback. "How do you know?"

"Because-in Texas City, no one dares to slap me!"

What the heck? You act like a hooligan and got slapped. Isn't that how it's supposed to be?

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the distance. The people Cavan had been using Blondie as a decoy to escape from had caught up to them.

Cavan Noah's face darkened. Without a second thought, he turned and dragged Blondie Apple into a narrow alley.

Pain shot through her scalp as she was yanked along by her hair, struggling to keep up. He didn't stop until they were deep in the alley.

Turning to look at her, Cavan scowled, "Ugly Duckling, I'm not going to apologize to you. If you're smart, get lost."

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