Puppy Love by Karima Saad Usman

His Trophy Wife, The Apex Predator

Eydie Pfefferle

My husband of three years, Arthur Vanderbilt, came home smelling of his mistress's perfume and threw divorce papers on our marble kitchen island. He demanded I sign away all rights to our assets for a five-million-dollar "severance," calling me a leech his family picked up from the suburbs to solve a temporary PR crisis. When I refused and demanded my four percent equity in the Vanderbilt Group, he and his mistress, Serena, launched a vicious smear campaign. They planted false stories on Wall Street forums, accusing me of laundering money for an Eastern European crime syndicate. They tried to force my hand with a check for five hundred million, which I tore up and threw in his face. To them, I was just a trophy wife they could easily discard. They had no idea that the "leech" they so despised was the anonymous investor who had secretly bailed out their entire company three years ago, saving them from bankruptcy. Their final move was to hire an actress to publicly accuse me of fraud in the lobby of the most powerful law firm in Manhattan. They didn't realize I was there to retain the firm's most ruthless lawyer. After security threw them out, I looked my replacement in the eye and made her a promise. "Prepare for an FBI probe into perjury and corporate defamation."

Modern Revenge

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Standing right next to a luxurious villa, there was the house of an ordinary family.

"Young master, where are you going? Young master, please don't run away!" An anxious voice could be heard along with hurried footsteps.

At this moment, a tall, slender young boy with an indifferent look on his face strode towards the back gate of the villa. As he looked over his shoulder in disgust, he quickened his pace, and with no hesitation, he went out.

Worried that he might be caught, he scanned the area and was disappointed to realize that there was nowhere to hide. However, all of a sudden, he noticed that the gate of his neighbor's house was unlocked. Desperate as he was, he didn't think too much about it and went inside to hide himself.

The old butler quickly followed outside. Gasping and panicking, he looked around for the young boy, but there was only an empty road in front of him. A shiver instantly went down his spine. Things were getting serious now. If anything happened to the boy, he was pretty sure that the old master would definitely beat the shit out of him later!

As beads of sweat started to gather on his forehead, the butler roared at the servants behind him, "Don't just stand there! Hurry up and find the young master! If you fail, I guarantee you won't get paid!"

Only then did the servants begin to take the matter more seriously. They scattered around to look for the young boy. The butler also stepped forward, calling him out at the top of his lungs.

"Young master! Young master Ryker! Where are you?"

As the cries and footsteps began to fade away, Ryker Ning relaxed his vigilance a little. It didn't seem anyone would find him for the time being.

With a slight frown, Ryker carefully examined the place around him. He was in a small, clean, and tidy garden that probably belonged to an ordinary family. But it didn't seem anyone was home at the moment.

Ryker cleared his throat and tentatively asked, "Hello? Is anybody home? Hello?"

Still, no one answered. He was alone in the small garden. Distressed and tired, he walked to a nearby tree and sat on the grass under its shadow. His handsome face looked a bit desolated.

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