The CEO's Runaway Wife And Secret Heir

Chapter 3

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vanilla candles and cat litter. It was tiny, barely big enough for Briana an

Helena's suitcases and hauling it inside.

admitted, stepping

ly. "Kitty!" he shrieked, chasing

smile at the sight. For the first time in months, Leo looked happy. N

a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Hel. I got your voicemail th

l at once. Briana handed her a cup of hot tea, and the warmth

ard, the assault, the arrest, the police

outrage. "That son of a bitch," she hissed when Helena finished. "Who

Helena said bitterly. "CEO of Ne

w you were there?" B

Found out I used to be married to him and called his company's legal team. I've been so caref

her voice dropping to a whisper. "Hel... did he see an

She shook her head vigorously. "No. No, I had my phone locked. An

"Because if he saw a picture, if

oked over at Leo, who was now gently petting Mr. Whiske

leave marks. "Bri, you have to promise me. You can

l. But I still don't understand why you're so scared. He's a

ight. He's not just rich, Bri. He's powerful. He has lawyers on retainer w

his son, he won't just ask for child support. He'

rts wouldn't jus

asting like acid. "I was just arrested, Bri. I have no job, no home, no money. I'm living off m

over them. "Okay," she said softly. "I get it. Your secret is safe.

. She pulled out her phone, swiping through her emails u

spark of hope flickering in her

Briana. "I got an inte

Financial Assistant? Helena, that's huge! The pay is amazing

hing her lips. "If I can get this job, I can afford a smal

with a fierce, protective love. "I have

ll practice tonight. You're going to walk in t

rock bottom. She had been humiliated, rejected, and arrested. But she w

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“I was arrested for defending myself against an assaulter, shivering in a freezing holding cell. The man who walked in to bail me out was Keven Armstrong, my billionaire ex-husband. He looked at my bruised wrists with utter disgust, tossed his lawyer's card on the bench, and sneered to his friend. "This is exactly what I was telling you. She always finds a way to make a mess of things." He still thought I divorced him four years ago because he was on the verge of bankruptcy. He didn't know I had secretly sold the only apartment he left me to anonymously save his company from ruin. He also didn't know I was raising his four-year-old son in a cramped house, where my own mother cursed me as a gold-digging disgrace and drove us out onto the street. Desperate to give my son a home, I finally landed a high-paying finance job. But on my very first day, I discovered my new company had just been acquired by Keven's empire. He singled me out in a mandatory staff meeting, publicly humiliating me for my four-year resume gap, and then summoned me to his corner office. He pulled out his checkbook, his eyes full of cold contempt. "How much to make you disappear? Just name your price and get out of my sight." I looked at the man whose empire I had secretly built, swallowing the bitter truth of our child's existence. This time, I refused to run away.”