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Save That Evil Billionaire And Her Stepson

Author: Ive Gutterson

Chapter 1

Word Count: 841 | Released on: 06/05/2026

eyes snap

y was thick, but none of it was reaching her

rapped around her neck, cutti

as tall. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred. His gray-blue eyes stared down

gers ti

kicking out against the thick Persian rug. She brought her hands up,

kin. Bright red, bleeding scratc

. He didn't let go. Instea

ng of the hallway wall. The back of her head

mach heaved. She was g

l!" a voic

ith tears but vibrating with a

f the hallway. A little boy, maybe six years old, was

a sharp, silv

e directly at her.

hatred in his eyes flickered, replaced insta

and away from A

en's legs gave out. She collapsed ont

rd her chest felt like it was caving in. She sucke

ep closer, his small knuckles turning white

oing to

ose to her face, a cold, metallic v

racle ac

ected directly onto her retina

us father and son. Failure to accept

ed her heart, squeezing it so hard she couldn't breathe.

she forced a single though

vanished. In its place, a massive wave of foundation

letting out a muffled g

gust so heavy it made the air feel thick. He di

the boy. He bent down, his movements suddenly

er from the boy's trembling

ed right at Aileen. His eyes were dead, devoid of any childl

oice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through th

e boy, turned, and walked away. The heavy thud of his lea

ing. Her hands shook as she reached up to touch her n

ty of the situation settled into her bones, chilling her b

and forced herself to stand. Her knees bu

f the New York air, forcing h

ther and son had disappeared. The confusion

ll. She moved toward the heavy double doors that her

he freezing brass doorknob. S

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Save That Evil Billionaire And Her Stepson

Ive Gutterson Romance

“Aileen transmigrated into a dark, unfinished novel as the villainous, abusive wife of a powerful billionaire. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband's calloused hand was crushing her throat, and her six-year-old stepson was pointing a box cutter at her face, screaming for her to die. A cold system voice suddenly exploded in her brain, forcing a mandatory mission: save the villainous father and son, or face immediate death. To survive the system's strict Out-Of-Character warnings, Aileen had to keep playing the role of the deranged, hateful wife. She was despised by everyone. Her husband threatened to drag her to an asylum, and her terrified stepson scrubbed the floor with his own pajamas just to avoid her wrath. Things escalated when the novel's original female lead publicly framed Aileen in Central Park, throwing herself onto the grass and clutching her pregnant belly. "She pushed me. She tried to hurt the baby!" Archer rushed over, shoved Aileen aside with absolute disgust, and looked at her with the eyes of a murderer. Aileen felt a bitter wave of exhaustion. She had discovered the original owner's hidden antipsychotic pills; the woman wasn't just evil, she was severely mentally ill and completely broken by this loveless marriage. Yet, no one cared, and her husband would always choose to believe his childhood sweetheart's fake tears. Since everyone in this world was convinced she was an unpredictable lunatic, she decided to give them exactly what they expected. Aileen turned her back on the ridiculous scene, a cold smile forming on her lips. She was going to stage a massive, undeniable psychological breakdown, using her "insanity" as the perfect shield to play the system and rewrite her fate.”