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Discarded Wife: The Secret Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 866 | Released on: 12/01/2026

ic thrum that vibrated in Kiley's chest. Below them, the Hampto

it was a compound. A sprawling main mansion, three guest houses, a priv

down on the private hel

suit was running across the lawn. He wasn't running like a se

r. The Federal Prosecutor. The B

ackled her. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting h

he buried his face in her nec

. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating in

pers. I'm going to ruin him, Kiley. I'm going to audit his company back

hone, his thumb hov

and covered his

plastic witch he's with! I ran her background, Kiley. Fake name,

t this is personal. Don't use yo

iley's bag. "She's right, Keegan. There a

assive oak doors swung open. A line of s

d," the head butler said, h

cent of her childhood. She looked at the wall to her right. There, hangi

ed away

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Bradley said. "H

down the long corridor to the heavy

voice was gra

it had been carved from the hull of a galleon. He was older than she remember

up. He just watc

e file he was reading. "You

ward defensively.

you three years ago. If you walked out that door to marry that boy,

he didn't look down. "I

lowly, leaning on his cane. He walked ar

adows under her eyes. The hardness in Isa

," he grunted. "Di

starvation,

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a thick binder. He tossed it onto the mah

k, you work. N

ooked at the cover. KS Worl

operty," Kiley sa

ed. "Management is incompetent

me," Kiley s

break. You just got divorced yest

voice steel. "I want a war. I need to focus

smile spread across his face. "Good

aid. "I go in undercover. No one

Bradley

o renew their supplier contract with the hotel. I want to s

sound. "That's my girl. You have t

" Kile

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“I spent three years playing the role of a submissive, small-town wife for Evertt Baker, trading my true identity for a quiet life in a Manhattan penthouse. I thought my devotion would be enough to build a real home, but I was just a placeholder in his grand design. The illusion shattered at 2 AM when Evertt walked in smelling of Chanel No. 5-the signature scent of his mistress, Adda. Without a word of apology, he dropped divorce papers on the table, demanding I sign them immediately so he could finally be with the woman he truly loved. He looked at me with pure disgust, flicking a five-million-dollar check toward me as if he were paying off an incompetent employee. He told me it was more money than anyone from my "trailer park" background would ever see and ordered me to hurry because Adda was waiting in the car downstairs. He didn't care that I had spent years nursing him through illness and tolerating his family's insults; he only cared about his own convenience. The sheer arrogance of his payout and the blatant disrespect of bringing his mistress to our home was the final blow. I realized that the man I loved never actually saw me, only the submissive shadow I had forced myself to become. I signed the papers with a fluid scrawl he didn't bother to check, then I fed his millions into the office shredder. I pulled a hidden, encrypted device from a kitchen drawer and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years. "Brother," I said, my voice finally steady. "Come get me. The game is over." Evertt thought he was discarding a penniless nobody, but he was about to find out that he had just declared war on the Stafford empire.”