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

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 601 | Released on: 19/12/2025

nd ambition. Eleanor moved through the crowd like

the Vance girl?" "I thought she was the quiet one." "That dre

e it inside. They were flushed,

leanor near the

a harsh hiss that cut through the ambient jazz.

u ruined my moment! The press isn't talking a

ma was tasty. Rich people loved

swirling her champagne. "Unlike some pe

ped. "Are you

ction looks remarkably like my sketchbook from 2019. P

assandra

lex. She had slapped Eleanor a dozen

rced throu

t flinch. She

an's wrist in mid-air. The sound

dropped to a register that was pu

. Vivian gas

with a shove. Vivian stumbl

cked, grabbed a glass of red wine

the wine a

were honed by years of training. She

ly. Instead, it splashed onto a

d. The gap between her

d Cassandra ac

ailing slap. It was cal

e entire hall. The jazz ban

, hand to her cheek,

e ringing out in the quiet roo

. "Security! Security! Throw this tr

The Head of Security, Miller,

g finger at Eleanor. "A

oked at the crying Cassandra. H

Miller asked Eleanor, his t

had already radioed ahead. VVIP

," Eleanor said, looking bored. "

to Vivian. His

your voice. You are dist

asping for air. "But... I'm Vivian Vance! She'

first," Miller said calmly. "Pl

champagne. She looked at Cassa

or the first time, she rea

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“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.""”