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After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 764    |    Released on: 05/12/2025

y. The sway of her hips in

he whisp

apped. "She's a bitch. Did you h

n muttered, not lookin

elt a magnetic pull. He needed to be near her. He

tanding near a marble pillar, alone for

sn't alone

ad spotted fresh meat. Julian saw William sl

ent. He wanted to see what she would do. The old Serena would have cowe

close. He placed a hand on

slurred. He was alrea

p of her champagne, her eyes bored.

she was flirting. He reac

ift of her weight, a slight twist of her

er voice dropping an octav

eat. It was a s

His ego took over. "Feis

er again, this t

ge surged through him. Before he even

des. He grabbed the back of George's

choking as his

ulian growled. His vo

cket. He saw Julian's face and paled. "J

see you near her again, I'll have security th

tically and scurri

expected gratitude. He exp

him with an arched eye

stepping into her personal space. He was br

ena said. She didn't step

the scen

ee

of expensive French perfume, but

Vance's scent. She used to use a cheap

her face frantically. He look

wless. Not

hands. No wedding

voice was a whisper now, stripped

e enough that he could feel th

her voice mocking him.

," he accused, his

"Maybe you're just projecting, Mr. Sterling. Gu

ulled

though," she said dryly. "E

o was returning with drinks. She laughed at some

in his chest. Jealousy.

us. Not because William had touched her.

lled like the wife

a tray of glass

ulian out of his tr

clenched his fist so hard hi

d to the empty air. "She was

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After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire
After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire
“Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered. Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak. She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her. Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears. Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home."”