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The Billionaire's Deadly Deal

Chapter 4 Even Without Tears

Word Count: 793    |    Released on: 12/02/2026

ignored hedge fund managers, and kept his path straight toward the head table where the Brandt

She knew the script. She knew e

ctly. She positioned herself near a wai

rallel to her, th

hadn't seen the foot that tripped him. This time,

ray t

as

the crowd like a gunshot. Red wine splattered across t

ed. Silence des

pped to her knees to help pick up the glass, and apo

ear her toes with mild disinterest, her eyes tracking the trajectory of the spill as if c

it!" a vo

d up from the main table. He pointed a shaking finger at Aless

s, immediately dropped to his knees. "I'm sorr

ipple of whispers spr

bbott

ate for

to tra

s expression was dark, expecting the tears, the denial,

," she said, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "If you're in trouble

very eye in the room was judging h

ut the new Alessandra-the one who had held a de

She didn't look at Cornelius.

he rubber sole of her heel find

Brandt,"

t it was clear. It carrie

wasn't used to being addres

uring vaguely to her shoes, "that I would risk ruinin

ering somewhere between amusement and b

f the statement

ack satin, crystal buckles-then back up to her face. There was no fear

nelius sputtered, his face turn

She didn't raise her voice. She lo

d smoothly. "And I certainly wouldn't use a powder. I'd use something liquid, colorless, odorless, and metab

room deepened. It

hnically denying nothing, yet the sheer audacity o

p lifted-a fraction of an inch. It was the fi

e looked at Alessandra, standing amidst the wreckage of the wine glasses, l

l security. He

chest, his gaze locking onto

said softly. "

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The Billionaire's Deadly Deal
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“I sat in a private hospital suite that cost more than a luxury car, watching the green line on my daughter's heart monitor struggle to climb. Everything shattered when a hospital administrator accidentally dropped a folder, revealing a document with my husband's unmistakable signature. Darius Brandt had personally authorized the "reallocation" of our daughter's donor kidney to his mistress's son just to secure a multi-million dollar corporate merger. When I confronted him, Darius didn't even blink, calling our daughter's life a "liquidated asset" before offering me a five-million-dollar settlement for my silence. In a blind rage, I set our penthouse on fire, choosing to burn with the proof of his betrayal rather than live another day as his puppet. As the flames consumed the room, I couldn't understand how a father could put a price tag on his own child's life. How could he look at our dying daughter and see nothing but a resource to be traded for a European distribution network? But the heat suddenly vanished, replaced by the scent of expensive perfume and the muffled sound of a string quartet. I opened my eyes to find myself staring into a gold-framed mirror at the Brandt Charity Gala, exactly eight years in the past. It was the night my nightmare first began, the night I was framed and forced into a marriage that would eventually kill my child. "I see you, Darius," I whispered to my reflection as I applied a coat of blood-red lipstick. "And this time, I'm not the prey."”