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The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 867    |    Released on: Today at 16:34

loset drawers and completely ignored the velvet box

ried Alonzo. She threw them into the suitcase. She dug into a hidden compartment in her jewe

ssive roar of a sports car engine tore through the quiet estat

of the heavy velvet curtain. Alonzo's black Aston Mar

lent crash. Heavy, rapid footsteps pounded up the solid oak

to the bedroom door and pressed the brass lo

sted violently from the outside. The

ked, Alonzo slammed his fi

r right now!"

low breath, letting the air fill her lungs. She rea

air with him. His custom-tailored suit jacket was unbuttoned

cheap black suitcase sitting on the expensive Persia

personal space. His towering fr

playing?" he demanded, his voice

ng the smell of his expensive colog

ce. Immediately

oke in the world. He reached out his hand, aiming to pinch

t her arm up and slapped his hand away. The

his face, replaced by a dark, furious red. His submissi

, a habitual gesture he used when asserting absolute

ploma. You have zero work experience. Without the Knight family trust fund, you don't eve

used to crush her chest and make her feel utterly worth

other second in this sickening house with you," Je

ssive, fragile ego. The veins in his neck bulged.

all his strength and hurled it across the room. The suitcase smashed into the f

just stood there, watching him lose his mind

ke of unknown panic into Alonzo's chest. He convinced

il your brain starts working properly again, you

heel and marched

e lunged toward the doorway, trying

or and pulled it shut with brutal force. The edge

dbolt clicked loudl

th both hands. The door didn't budge an in

ps faded down the corridor. A moment later, there was a soft scraping sound near the baseboard

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The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact
The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact
“Jenna lay dying in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator. Her twenty-year-old twins walked in wearing designer clothes, looking at her with pure disgust. Before Jenna could even reach out, Arthur stepped back. "Don't touch me. You'll ruin my jacket." Clio shoved a photo in Jenna's face, revealing their billionaire father was marrying someone else next week. They told Jenna she was a penniless nobody, nothing but a cheap incubator for the Knight family heirs. Then, checking his luxury watch, Arthur complained they were going to be late for a charity gala. Smiling coldly, he reached out and unplugged her life support. Jenna suffocated in agony, watching her own children walk away without looking back. As the heart monitor flatlined, she swore a blood oath. If she ever got another chance, she would make them bleed. When she opened her eyes again, she was back fifteen years in the past. Her five-year-old son was kicking her bed, screaming at her to make his pancakes. The trauma of her death ignited into pure, freezing rage. She finally understood that to this family, she was just livestock. This time, Jenna didn't drop to her knees to coax him. She dragged the brat over her knee and slapped him hard. She demanded a divorce, escaped her locked mansion using torn bedsheets, and ran into the dark. Finding a bleeding, heavily armed military operative hiding from assassins, Jenna pressed her hands against his wound. "I get you out of this kill zone. In exchange, you protect me."”