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Divorcing The Tycoon: The Genius Designer

Chapter 2

Word Count: 832 | Released on: 14/04/2026

asn't

d dragged her into the bedr

to think about wha

ierced through the sheer cur

ting her lip to suppress a groan, as the bruises on

om door cl

stom-made shirt. His face wore a mask of utter i

took out a black American Express card with no spendi

zed the back of Alessa's hand. This physical cont

it a reward for your cooperation last night,"

against my will. An

e bedside table and slammed it agains

r with a dull thud, just as Christopher stepped

ng of Alessa's cell phone on the mattress. The screen

er throat and an

she said

House and have a drink with me.

ll be rig

the casual wear and chose a high-necked silk blouse, which she

n front of Soho House, a private

bership card, and had the receptionist guide her

she walked down the dimly lit corridor, a familia

pounded wildly against her ribs as the

den door. Through the warm, soft light, her

awless white dress, surrounded by a g

were gently stroking a dazzling Cartier pan

treet billionaire is spending all his mone

shy yet deliberate blush

e his whole world

hat cold black card being thrown at her this morning clashed cruelly with t

e, but the tip of her shoe struck the edge of

rashed against the wa

ew the attention of ever

Alessa standing in the corridor, a

s, and walked to the door. She looked a

" Diana asked, her voice loud enoug

emselves, casting mocking glances at the ordinary d

hten her back. She met Diana's

to report my whereabouts to a patie

She dramatically took a half step back, clutc

he corridor. He held a crystal whiskey glass in one

ierced straight at Alessa, who was gripping the should

ut, or even r

e utterly cold. "Take this unauthorized pe

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Celine Egan Modern

“For three years, Aletha sold her soul to her adoptive family, enduring a toxic, loveless marriage to Wall Street tyrant Kristopher. But the illusion shattered when Kristopher brought his crying mistress into Aletha's ER. He violently shoved Aletha into a metal cart just because she applied standard medical pressure to the mistress's minor scratch. "If you ever handle her like that again, I will have your medical license revoked." The nightmare quickly escalated. Kristopher froze Aletha's bank cards, publicly humiliated her, and forced her to hand over a priceless gown to his mistress. When he was injured in a car crash protecting the mistress, Aletha flawlessly stitched his hand back together. In return, he dragged her to a freezing warehouse at 3 AM to illegally save the mistress's criminal brother, only to abandon Aletha alone in the dangerous streets of Brooklyn. Her adoptive parents didn't care if she lived or died. They only called to scream at her, demanding she get on her knees and beg Kristopher to restore their company's funding. Staring at her bruised reflection, Aletha felt entirely hollowed out. She couldn't understand why her absolute submission only bought her betrayal and abuse from everyone she called family. But as the tears dried, the fear that had controlled her evaporated, replaced by cold steel. She opened her hidden wall safe and pulled out the documents proving she was "Lan," the world's most sought-after millionaire designer. Aletha shredded her family's contract, put on a sharp black power suit, and headed to her husband's company. This time, she wasn't going to beg.”