The Jilted Bride's Billion Dollar Revenge

Chapter 7

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was gasping for air, his forehead presse

od cane echoed in the silent ro

oward Adelbert. He grabbed his grandfather's pan

rk of his leg. His cloudy eyes remained loc

et chair, her expressio

ituation was spiraling out of control. If the Meyer heir was perma

raised the cane for a sixth strike, Delmus r

heavy and serious. "Blood has been spilled. The in

looking for a way out of the standoff. He slowly

eding back. "You should thank your father-in-la

She stood up from the velvet chair, smoothi

ed, her voice ringing clear and cold.

stay here and play your fake fami

f her suitcase and walke

the doorway, blocking her pa

ice dropping low. "Look out the window. T

ws. In the distance, past the manicured lawns, she could see th

h a suitcase at 3:00 AM would give the media the exact narra

head butler. "Alistair. Prepare the guest room

rehead. He glanced at Adelbert, who gave a

arply against the hardwood floor as she walked down the long,

inside, slammed the door in Alistair's face, and

the suffocating tension br

n cutting away Coleton's ruined shirt to clean the blo

m with cold eyes. He caught Rocco's attention a

e shadows, leaning do

h whisper. "Once the doctors patch h

widened in

e devoid of any human emotion. "Keep hitting him.

"But the girl left. Th

photo tomorrow, he needs to look like he barely survived. I will build a cage of

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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.”