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The Jilted Bride's Billion Dollar Revenge

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 832    |    Released on: Today at 11:32

eaved with angry breaths. He stepped back, his eyes stil

il. He cleared his throat loudly

a step closer to Katrina. The fake wa

of the Meyer family, I formally apologize to you. When Coleton is b

kind of punishment erases the humiliation

rs. An assistant rushed forward and handed him a

the joint venture shares directly into

lions of dollars. Her stomach churned. In their eyes

er crinkled under her fingers. "Coleton broke the m

ard. She crossed her arms, looking at Katrina with the arro

ndescension. "The most important thing a woman in our position can le

ward her sister-in-law. H

Eleanor flinch. "Don't project your pathetic life onto me. Everyone knows you beg

gasped, stepping backward until she was hiding behind

oked at her like she was a rabid

a compromise. We tell the press you two left early fo

d at him. The

h that bounced off the wal

s locked onto Brandin's. "My marriage

work. The compromises didn't work. A dangero

re useless against this woman

with Rocco, the massive security chief standing

ately. He turned and ma

ed around and grabbed the handle of he

e step towa

lammed down over hers on the sui

u walk out that door, Katrina, I will freeze every single

s were white from the force. She slowly lift

on his face. She hadn't done it because she planned to leave Coleton. She had done it because she was a Pennington, raised in a world where trust was a liability. It was supposed to be a sta

ure shock. His grip loosene

e suitcase handle

ned to

the heavy double doors were viole

e collar of Coleton's expensive dress shirt. He was d

ved his a

s hair was a mess. His shirt was wrinkled and pulled t

the room instan

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The Jilted Bride's Billion Dollar Revenge
The Jilted Bride's Billion Dollar Revenge
“On our wedding night, celebrating a billion-dollar family merger, my new husband Coleton stepped out of the shower. Suddenly, his phone rang. It was his dead brother's widow, Hana, crying that her five-year-old had a fever. Without hesitation, Coleton shoved me hard into the wall to get out the door. "Are you seriously jealous of a sick five-year-old kid?" he spat. He abandoned me in the bridal suite. I immediately filed for divorce and leaked it to the press. To save the merger and their stock prices, both our families rushed in to force me to back down. My own father raised his hand to slap me for my "petty female jealousy." Coleton's grandfather brutally beat him with a heavy wooden cane right in front of me, trying to use a twisted debt of honor to guilt-trip me into staying. Through a hidden dumbwaiter shaft, I overheard their secret meeting. They were plotting to use Coleton's bloody photos to paint me as a cold-hearted villain to the media, trapping me in the marriage through public shame. My own brother nodded along to this plot just to secure his CEO bonus. Coleton only begged for my forgiveness because he was terrified of losing his trust fund to an illegitimate heir. In their eyes, my dignity was just a cheap commodity with a price tag. But I am a Pennington, raised in a world where trust is a liability. I calmly saved the audio recording of their plot, packed my Hermes suitcase, and emailed the most ruthless divorce litigator in Manhattan.”