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You Picked The Wrong Woman! I'm His Mother
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Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon
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.CHAPTER ONE
THE GIRL IN THE KITCHEN
Her eyes stayed glued to the sauce she was whisking, the copper pan held steady in one gloved hand, her dark curls swept under a net. Despite the heat pressing against her skin and the pressure bearing down on her spine, she looked calm.
Years in kitchens had taught Fortune Daquino to keep her head down and her spirit quieter. In places like this, palaces of excess masquerading as homes, being invisible was survival.
"Three lamb chops for Table Four, one halibut for the vegan client upstairs, and the truffle risotto for the mistress," called out Darien, the French executive chef who barely tolerated her.
"Risotto is almost done," Fortune answered coolly, stirring. "I'll handle the plating."
"You'll what?" he snapped, spinning on her. "You want to take credit for the mistress's plate?"
"She likes my plating. She complimented it last week." Fortune said softly.
Darien sneered, trying to match her tone. "That was luck."
But he didn't stop her. Because the truth was when it came to the food, no one could deny Fortune had magic in her fingers.
She ladled the rich, creamy risotto onto the plate, spreading it with a practiced swirl. Thinly shaved truffle followed, a whisper of gold dust, then a delicate drizzle of white wine reduction. Perfect.
She set the plate on the silver tray. The butler took it without a glance and disappeared toward the elevators.
The kitchen roared back into motion. But Fortune stood still for a second, staring at the empty plate in front of her as though it were a crystal ball.
Twenty three minutes later, the butler returned looking pale, nervous and alone.
Darien noticed him first. "Where's the tray?"
The butler swallowed hard. "Miss Emily says she is unwell. She's blaming the food."
"She what?" Darien asked sharply.
"She said the risotto made her ill. That it was sour. That it ruined her appetite. She's demanding someone be held accountable."
Darien's face turned red. Then he turned.
"Fortune."
Her blood chilled.
"She ate the whole plate," Fortune said, stunned. "She didn't even send it back. That dish was flawless..."
"You're dismissed."
"What?"
"You're fired. Immediately. Pack your things and leave."
"I did nothing wrong!" Fortune's voice rose just slightly but in a room full of eyes and ears, it was enough to paint her as hysterical.
Darien stepped toward her. "Do you think I'm going to argue with the daughter of the man who signs my paychecks? Miss Emily says the food was poison, you made it, yeah?"
"I did," Fortune said defiantly, shoulders squaring. "And there was nothing wrong with it. She's lying."
"You think I don't know that?" Darien hissed, low. "But I need this job. And so do you...except, now you've lost it."
Fortune knew Emily hated her. Ever since the day she tripped over her dog and blamed Fortune. Ever since she called her "kitchen scum" in front of two senators.
She wanted her gone. This was just the excuse.
"She's doing this on purpose," Fortune said, quieter now. "To humiliate me."
Darien gave a cold shrug. "Then consider yourself humiliated."
Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She pulled off her apron, tossed it on the counter, and walked out. Not a single person stopped her.
Fortune stepped out into the night with a plastic container of leftover bread and her bus pass stuffed into the pocket of her jeans. The wind hit her skin like a slap. Her throat tightened as the Carter mansion glowed behind her, golden and untouchable.
She'd worked there for two years. Two years of late nights and brutal shifts. Of missing holidays, working through fevers, and biting her tongue every time Emily Carter pretended she didn't exist or worse, that she was furniture.
Now, she was nothing again.
Just a girl with a dream and no money. A chef with no kitchen or a house.
She sat on the curb, hugged the container of bread, and let her head fall forward.
The cool evening air prickled her skin, the night buzzed with the distant sounds of traffic, wind brushing over hedges.
She stared at her scuffed sneakers, breaths coming slow and tight.
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The Mafia's Wrong Woman
"Please... I'm not her." But the ropes bite tighter, and the man with dead eyes doesn't flinch. Fortune Daquino was never meant to be here. Mistaken for Emily Carter, she's taken by Zeke Zee Armani, the kingpin, predator, embodiment of danger and desire. What Zeke doesn't know? Fortune can body m/0/8605/coverorgin.jpg?v=57adbc24f103a82bd153929afc877364&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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IM SETTING YOU FREE
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The Woman You Never Love
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THE WOMAN YOU NEVER LOVE
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His woman, his addiction
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His Mother, My Vengeance
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The King and His Woman
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Mother
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His Ideal Woman
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No Longer His Wife, His Mother
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My Mother, The Monster
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WRONG
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The Woman Who Sold His Empire
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