His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge

Chapter 2

Word Count: 498 | Released on: 23/12/2025

silk robe, the silk clinging to

cker of surprise, then something colde

an artificial sweetness.

, her gaze raking over my tailor

past her. Each step was delib

rolling through his phone. He looked up,

, then at Cassidy. His con

this, a costume? Trying to play

" My voice was st

y are you in my robe? In

leanor, don't be dramatic. She st

ssidy, are you ready for your vacation to Ar

! I can't wait! And the 'Desert Eagle

worry, honey. Eleanor will understand." He looked at me, a condescending

o say. I could almost hear the ech

der from my bag. I placed it g

ce pa

nt door. The cool metal of the

ing?" Cedric's voice was s

ll on the doorknob. "

ou can't leave, Eleanor. You have nothin

need a man to feel complete. Not all of us are like that." She look

m. Cedric was already pouring a bowl of soup for Ca

. He pushed it towards me without loo

he rim. "Keep it. Both of you." My voice

r the words that wo

ent tremor. The soup bo

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His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge

HONEY MULLINS Modern

“For three years, I played the part of a simple housewife for my husband, Cedric. I buried my true self-Eleanor Curry, heiress to a massive security firm-to be the quiet wife he claimed to love. Then a chemical plant exploded. In the chaos, Cedric shielded his teammate, Cassidy, and left me behind in a collapsing building. "Forget her," I heard him tell his men. "She' s useless. A dead weight." I survived, only for him to force me, while I was injured and feverish, to donate blood to Cassidy for her "severe" injuries. But then I overheard them laughing in the next room. Her injuries were a lie. It was all a "little lesson," he said, to teach me my place. As my own wound reopened and bled through my gown, I reached for the hidden device in my bag. "Falcon reporting." A gravelly voice answered instantly. "Welcome home, little bird. We've been waiting."”