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The Disowned Wife's Revenge: Buried Secrets and Billionaire Love

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 642    |    Released on: 19/12/2025

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practiced, modest smile. "It was

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opened th

red carpet. It was black

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light hit it, revealing depths of violet. It draped over her body like liquid armor, with a high neck but

t gasped. "Is that... is that a cu

to a roar. "Who is sh

. She looked fierce.

to walk up

Cassandra

r, Cassandra looked washed out. The feathers on her

. She grabbed Eleano

n hissed, digging her nails in.

rotated her arm, breaking the grip with a technique that looke

eanor said. Her voice was calm, but it car

r lenses away from Cassandra.

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eached th

urly man named Tony, bl

irked. "She doesn't have one.

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ened. This was a VVIP invite, i

said, bowing his head respectfu

stepped

tried t

front of her. "Ticket

m?" Vivian shrieked.

ny repeated,

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The Disowned Wife's Revenge: Buried Secrets and Billionaire Love
The Disowned Wife's Revenge: Buried Secrets and Billionaire Love
“Eleanor Vance had spent a lifetime trying to earn her family's love, offering them her heart, her talent, and her quiet devotion. But on Cassandra's birthday, her peace offering was met with a vicious lie and a stinging slap across the face. In that single, shattering moment, Eleanor realized she had been buying tickets to a bus that would never come, and something inside her snapped. Her adopted sister, Cassandra, always commanded their parents' adoration, leaving Eleanor a perpetual shadow. So when Cassandra theatrically dropped Eleanor's painstakingly restored emerald brooch, blaming her, Eleanor's mother, Vivian, lashed out with a stinging slap. Her father, Robert, coldly demanded an apology, choosing a manipulator's tears over his own daughter's truth. The familiar ache in Eleanor's chest confirmed their twisted love was not for her. A quiet, terrifying resolve settled within her. She knelt, not in humility, but with chilling purpose, tossed the emerald brooch into the roaring fireplace. ""You don't deserve it,"" she stated, devoid of warmth. Later, from a hidden compartment, she pulled out a sleek, black burner phone. ""It's time,"" Eleanor whispered. ""Initiate Phase One. Prepare the assets.""”