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Sweet Revenge: Marrying My Ex's Ruthless Nemesis

Chapter 3

Word Count: 674 | Released on: Today at 16:43

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do completely shattered by the

ack, but his bruised e

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e door of the Ma

suit stepped out, a large black um

d ignored Ry

g the umbrella over her head, insta

lled open the heavy rear door of the

who was standing in the puddl

de a split-second decisi

avernous, luxurious ba

nd her, sealing out the noise of

e the car was

n scent of cedarwood mixed with the

e of the seat, terrified her soaked tre

to look at the man

only make out the sharp, aggressive line of

his long legs stretched out, his lar

oothly, leaving Ryder stan

r voice trembling slightly from

didn't s

ent between the seats and pulled

ndkerchief toward her. His movem

ched out

silk, her skin accidentally bru

as cool to

rhythmic sound of his

locking onto the side of her face with

hand back and pressed the

ly like him-that intoxicating

driver's voice broke the

de her shift

oice was a low rumble that vib

ing off the street name of he

she saw the man's brow furr

to a heavy, suf

the rhythmic thump-thump of the wind

s making Audie's skin prickle wit

to break

Audie blurted out. "Or for t

kle vibrated fro

trange things t

the car passed beneath a streetlamp, a f

kingly intense, fr

money," he

t the window into the rain

h slowed t

t in front of Audie's dilapid

on-dollar vehicle and the graf

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Lan Lan Billionaires

“I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us. But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum. They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families. To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister. Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments. The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell. "Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members." He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress. For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed. Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power. Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis-the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party-I canceled my call to 911. If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.”