My Revenge With Mr Billionaire by Success M

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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As Dorothy Arnold awoke with aches throughout her body, she initially believed she was still dreaming. However, the persistent pain beneath her reminded her that everything from the previous night had truly happened.

Her efforts were not in vain, she finally had him, the man of supreme status who could help her enact her vengeance.

At this thought, she couldn't help but tightly clutch the quilt in her hands.

But how was she to face him later? After all, wasn't she a bit too... forceful with him last night?

Just when Dorothy was thinking so hard she felt her head might burst, there was a clattering noise...

The bathroom door opened, and it was accompanied by the soft sound of footsteps.

Jolted by the sound, Dorothy tensed up and gritted her teeth. Meaning to greet him, she tried to lift her head. Unexpectedly, she was on the couch, and with a bit of a lift, she tumbled right onto the floor.

That wasn't the most embarrassing part. The most embarrassing part was that she rolled twice on the carpet.

The footsteps halted abruptly.

Dorothy stopped as well, ending up right at the man's feet.

"Pfft--"

Hearing the man break into a mocking chuckle, Dorothy wished she could just die there and then.

"What a rush, pretty miss, can't wait to see me, huh? I feel so honored--"

Whose voice was that???

Dorothy suddenly paused, wasn't rumors said that he was cold, a giant iceberg who doesn't court women?

Why does his tone sound so... passionate?

Just when Dorothy was utterly confused, she suddenly felt a void beneath her, which startled her, and she hastily clung onto the neck of the man.

The man held her in a princess carry, looking down from a height, a cheeky smile gracing his lips.

Adam's apple bobbing slightly, he smiled with squinted eyes, "Miss Arnold, did you skip meals at home? You're so light."

That's when Dorothy finally realized something was off. Rumors were that he never has physical contact with anyone. She had spiked his drink last night, otherwise, he wouldn't have let her sleep willingly next to him.

However, after more than ten hours had elapsed, the effect of the drug should have worn off. Why would he voluntarily hold her?

Dorothy certainly didn't believe her charm was that potent!

Furrowing her eyebrows, Dorothy tentatively lifted her head slowly.

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