The Jilted Bride's Billion Dollar Revenge

Chapter 6

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ed. The demotion hadn'

ked eyes with Alistair, the head bu

exactly what that meant. It was the ancient, brutal method of phys

awled toward Katrina, his bloody face twisted in

out the large window into the pitch-black night. She

rk wooden cane in both hands. The tip was capped with s

oked down at Coleton. "On your k

ack away. Rocco stepped forward, his massive frame casting a s

sob and sank to hi

avy blackwood cane high above his head. Th

med into the cente

entire upper body collapsed forward, his ha

watching. A cruel, satisfie

turned his head away, unable to wa

ely, Katrina! This is how the Meyer family answers an insult! I will keep

racted. The trap was

ercy, she was accepting his apology and staying in the marriage. If sh

spine straightened. She refused to pla

lvet armchair. She smoothed the fabri

ds neatly in her lap. She looked up at A

tly. "Continue until you f

twitched. He stared at her, genuinely s

ly after just a few strikes would make his 'debt of honor' look incredibly

s teeth and swung t

leton rolled onto his side, violently thrashing ag

abric of Coleton's shirt. A thick, angry red

ds over her mouth, her body trembling

t his daughter, searching her face

d her left wrist. She glanced at the d

uch longer is this medieval theater go

ina through his tears. His eyes were filled with the shock of t

knees right at Katrina's feet. "Katrina, please!

was a mask of stone. "Adelbert is hold

ated rage. He raised the cane and brought

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The Jilted Bride's Billion Dollar Revenge

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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.”