Real Deal

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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Roseanne West

I stretched my whole body after sitting on the ground for 4 hours straight to finish my latest novel. After a lot of thinking and debating with myself how to end the love story for this novel, I ended up giving the characters a nice ending in Paris with a romantic proposal just like every romance novel out there.

I walked out from my room to make myself a coffee and walked towards the balcony to see the beautiful night lights of New York city. I sipped my coffee slowly to prevent my tongue from burning and I sat down on my bean bag looking up to the sky hoping that I can see beautiful stars today.

Last week my publisher, Amy, asked me if I want to do a meet and greet to reveal myself in public but I refused it right away. She said that a lot of my fans requested that they want to meet the famous 'Elena Parker' but as much as I love interacting with them but revealing myself to the public is a no no. I've been hiding myself ever since my mom died and that was 7 years ago. I've been trying to overcome that but I think I still can't move on.

I can't deal with something like that to be honest, I can't deal with heartbreaks, death and everything that deals with separation. I can't deal with it, that's why I don't really want to connect with people because for me, at the end of the day, everyone will leave and they will never come back.

That's why I made 'Elena Parker', she's famous, crazy for love and a really good novelist with 5 best seller romance books of all times. For me, faking myself as Elena Parker was a shield for me. I wanted to hide myself from the world but at the same time I want the world to notice me.

Suddenly my phone rang and I got up from my beanbag walking back inside. I took my phone and looked at the screen to see my brother, Stefan, calling me. I pressed the green button and put it on loudspeaker.

"Yes, your majesty." I answered it in a sarcastic tone.

"Don't give me that tone, young lady." He hissed right away.

"What do you want?"

"Let's have dinner together tomorrow, it's your birthday." He said excitedly.

"I'm busy."

"I'll pick you up at 7 and you better dress up because we're going to have the fanciest dinner for your 25th birthday. Dad will go straight to the restaurant so you can't complain about this, young lady." He said and I sighed.

"Stop calling me that.." I hissed.

"I will, if you agree to go have dinner with us."

"Fine."

"See you tomorrow." He said and he ended the call. I put my coffee down on the table and turned on the TV. I connected my netflix to the TV to watch my favorite movie of all times, 13 going 30.

Before I can finish the movie, I fell asleep on the sofa. That's my habit, I can sleep anywhere in any situation. I got up because someone rang on my door. I got up immediately and walked towards the door. I opened it and found a cake from my publisher company. I picked it up and brought it in.

It's just another year, birthday doesn't mean anything to me. It's just the day where you have your age increase one digit. I walked towards my room with my phone and there's already tons of messages from my fans on my instagram sending me love for my birthday. My dad and my brother left me a message too but I'll just reply them later.

I went back to sleep because that's the perks of being a writer. You can write and rest whenever you want.

I got up again and it's already 5 o'clock in the evening. I got up and dragged myself towards the bathroom. I took a shower and dried myself quickly. I curled my hair and put it into a low bun. I put on my favorite earrings and put on my makeup after that. I walked towards my closet and decided to wear my long black dress with a slit on my left leg.

I checked on the time and it's already 6.45 and I took my phone cursing it seeing the battery. I took my power bank and charged it. I took my Gucci bag and put all my stuff inside. I walked out and put on my black CL heels.

My phone rang and I know it's my brother. I walked out of my house and go straight down to the lobby. I saw my brother's car parked in front of the lobby and he opened the window smirking. I got into the car and put my seatbelt on right away.

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