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The Billionaire's Genius Wife's Ultimate Cold Revenge

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 778 | Released on: 12/01/2026

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The Billionaire's Genius Wife's Ultimate Cold Revenge

Beatrice Wells Modern

“My five-year-old daughter was turning blue in my arms, her body rigid with a 104-degree fever. I called my billionaire husband, Clifton, dozens of times as I rushed to the hospital, but he declined every single call. While I was screaming at doctors and fighting to save our child's life, a news alert flashed on my phone. Clifton was at the Met Gala, looking devastatingly handsome as he intimately draped his tuxedo jacket over the shoulders of his mistress, Eleanora. The nightmare didn't end at the hospital. Clifton used a secret clause in our prenup to snatch Lily from her bed and move her to a private facility without my consent. When I finally found her, my own daughter shrank away from me in terror. "Go away, bad Mommy!" she sobbed, while the mistress fed her oatmeal and whispered that I was the one who made the doctors hurt her. Clifton stood by and watched, telling me I was too "hysterical" to be a mother. But then I discovered the real reason they were hiding her. My husband was illegally using my late mother's rare bone marrow samples to treat Eleanora's secret blood disorder. Now that those samples are failing, he is taking Lily to a secluded castle in Germany to harvest our daughter's marrow for his mistress. I sat in the dark, watching them play happy family with the child they plan to sacrifice. I realized then that my marriage wasn't just a lie-it was a biological harvest. They think I'm just a broken trophy wife who doesn't understand the science they are using to destroy me. They have no idea that I am "Ghost," the anonymous medical genius behind the very research they are trying to steal. As we board the private jet to Germany, I've stopped crying and started calculating. If they want to play with life and death, I'll show them exactly what happens when a mother stops being a victim and starts being a predator.”