My Revenge With Mr Billionaire

The Unwanted Wife Is A Zillionaire

Reilly Mcardle

For seven years, I played the perfect, hidden wife to billionaire August Chambers while working quietly as an ER nurse. Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée. She had suffered a ruptured corpus luteum from their violent, aggressive sex. Instead of hiding his affair, August ordered me to clear the floor and threw a massive check at my face to buy my silence. Later, his friends trapped me in a VIP club. When a waiter tripped, August violently shoved me aside just to protect Allena from a spilled cup of coffee. I crashed into a glass table, a sharp edge slicing deep into my arm. "Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital." As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire. I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit. "I'm done with you." The submissive nurse was dead, and it was time to let him burn in the ruins of his own lies.

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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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