The Jilted Bride's Billion Dollar Revenge

Chapter 5

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e looked around the room, his chest heaving. He l

as murderous. Coleton flinched visibly, his s

and gripping the handle of her suitcase

out to grab her arm. "Katrina,

othly, avoiding his tou

ept moving. "Leo's fever spiked to 104 de

own. Her expression was one

Coleton?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarca

pened and closed, but no sound came out.

The rage that Brandin had been

had just jeopardized

orward like a linebacker. He grabbed the lap

ulled his right arm back and drove h

of bone hitting bone

ted him off his feet. He crashed backward, h

th. It dripped down his chin and stained the collar of

r brother beat her husband. Her heart rate di

ly pride kicked in. He couldn't let a Pen

d in the chest. "Back off! This is Meyer pro

. "He's a pathetic piece of t

other's jackets. The room e

oug

gh into the air. He brought it down agai

nd Jovani froze, instantly letting go o

back. A Meyer made the mistake. A

lood from his mouth. A spark of hope lit up his eyes. He thought his

looked down at Coleton with the cold, calcul

ng with absolute finality, "I am stripping you of all execut

from his face. His pupils dilated in pure terror. The pow

concern onto his face. "Grandfather, please. Isn't that

enomous it made Jovani step back

est. She watched the entire performa

esn't fix a marriage that is rotten to the core,"

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“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.”