The Jilted Bride's Billion Dollar Revenge

Chapter 8

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West Wing guest room. Her bare

er mouth feeling like sandpaper. She walked over to the smal

idea. This historic estate had secrets she had memorized during the engagement. Specifically, the old, decomm

orridor until she found the hidden wooden panel. She carefully slid i

ce drifted up from

e shaft. Katrina heard her o

, pressing her ear near the

fireplace. Adelbert, Brandin, and Jovan

r whiskey from a crystal decanter

aid calmly, taking a sip. "Rocco is touching him u

heart skip

wife," Adelbert continued, a smug tone in his voice, "the PR team will crucify

his sister was being manipulated. He looked relie

uckles turned white. Her own brother was sitting ther

e still refuses

ack. "If Coleton fails to bring

y clause in the family trust. I will bring Coen Meyer ba

e name Coen Meyer-the illegitimate son-made Jo

ed. "Let the fear of losing his money for

ocket of her silk robe and pulled out her phone. Her

aft, capturing every single word of

tence. But inside, Katrina's blood was turning to ice. The

lood spilled tonight-it was al

gan to wrap up. Katrina quickl

den panel shut with zero sound. She turned around and walked back d

shut the door with a soft click.

y, European-style armchair and dragged it across th

e bed. Her chest heaved. She

ent of hesitation inside her shattered into dust. He

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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.”