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The Neglected Wife Is A Hidden Genius

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 488    |    Released on: 08/05/2026

black Bentley idled at the curb. Kevan Sanders sat in the bac

seat. The air inside the car was cold, smelling of expensive colo

on his phone, his left hand resting on the steerin

ling routes, a body falling from a cliff. The ring was a beacon of bad luc

out the window. She wou

The prenuptial agreement. It stated clearly: no claim on Vance

en and signed her name at the bottom. Iona Cran

apartment is on Central Park West. A

rs," Iona

is expressio

n Arthur. "Mr. Finch, take that

d instinctively touchin

oice dropping to a dangerou

society. According to the records, several key members died in falls from great heights. From a historical and

s. Sanders, that's impossible

have time for your superstitions." He turned and g

awkward smile. "Sha

had delivered the warning

nswered, his face draining of color. "What? The ser

t the window,

e rearview mirror at Iona, then down at the ring on his finge

. He read the message, his eyes narrowing. Coincidenc

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The Neglected Wife Is A Hidden Genius
The Neglected Wife Is A Hidden Genius
“I woke up in the ICU, my lungs still burning from the freezing river water. Just outside the cracked door, I heard my adoptive family talking. That's when the horrifying realization hit me: my drowning wasn't an accident. My adoptive mother had deliberately pried my fingers off the slippery rocks and pushed me in. "When is she going to wake up? This Rust Belt trash always finds a way to ruin our important moments." "If she's mentally unstable, we should just send her to that facility in the Hamptons and have her sign the inheritance waiver." My father and brothers coldly plotted my removal, while my fiancé, Eric, laughed flirtatiously with my younger sister. He had his arm around her waist, completely unbothered by the fact that I was fighting for my life after he had just scammed me out of half a million dollars. For ten years, I had smiled, obeyed, and shrunk myself to fit into their gilded cage, desperate for a sliver of their love. I couldn't understand how a decade of absolute devotion was met with calculated murder and such casual, cruel betrayal. But the pathetic, desperate Iona died in that icy water. As the suppressed memories of my true identity-"Silas", a master art restorer possessing centuries of dangerous, hidden knowledge-flooded my mind, my tears stopped. I picked up the phone, secured a marriage of convenience with the most powerful man in New York, and began my counterattack.”