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His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 540    |    Released on: 23/12/2025

my back. It soake

ried out. Her voice was too l

clutching her ankle. "Eleanor push

hed me aside. Hard. "What did you do,

piece of metal. A sharp pain sh

r. He didn't look at me. Not once. "

ways do this, Eleanor! You're so volati

hoved me. I stumbled, falling ont

e!" Cedric's voice was a roar

d. The world felt distant. Then a

bbed Cassidy's hair. I slammed her head back against the ground. Ha

with years of suppressed fury. "You think I don

ck and fear. "Do you enjoy spilling bloo

e. I didn't wait for Cedric. I turned. I r

low rumble. "Earthquake!" so

groaned above me. It tore free. It crashed down. It seal

antic voice shouted from

pening. Her eyes darted to it. A p

!" Cedric's voice

of his teammates called

cold and dismissive, sliced through the air. "Forget her. She

r my vision. The smell of fe

ough the narrow gap. Cedric was there. He

er laugh esc

ing took over. I saw a precarious wall. A

Pain flared through m

c. He was holding Cassi

dar

Falcon' protocol has been activated! Eleanor Curry is the Cur

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His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge
His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge
“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."”