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Too Late, CEO: Regret Your Arrogance

Chapter 6 The Bruises and the Watch

Word Count: 1010    |    Released on: Today at 11:09

f the Vanderbilt-Ster

oid of makeup. She wore a high-collared silk blouse, but

ith the family for decades, rushed forward. He

home," Martha said warmly, reach

vy coat, the sleeve of her

ed bruises wrapping around Alya's pale wrists. The marks w

catching a glimpse of a faint, reddish-purpl

ve down, hiding the evidence

t didn't reach her eyes. "I'm fine, Martha. Coul

artha whispered, hurry

nsive modern art and cold marble surfaces made her feel lik

he pulled her phone from her purse to c

ccidentally op

post right at the top of her f

ned legs tangled in pristine white hotel sheets, resting casually on t

ped. She recognized

ng it down and bought it for Cole for their first wedding

of the post. Her thumb

a cold, clinical detachment settle over her

nd forwarded the screensh

ce: "Tell the lawyer to e

follow-up message: "Understood. I'm contacting the law

Sterling Corp, Linden knocked cautiously on the

k, brown manila en

's voice bark

's massive desk. "Sir, this just arrived via priority cour

a silver letter opener an

pers. His eyes scanned the bold, ca

DISSOLUTION

stantly. The air in the offic

his knuckles turned stark white. The cri

any desk. The loud, violent bang mad

?" Cole snarled, his voice vibrat

he front doorbell ran

rd the heavy door open, followed b

walked to the ar

h. The ballerina was wearing oversized Cel

man uninvited. She stepped into the grand foyer, looking around

the base of the grand, sweeping stai

me?" Alya asked, her voice as col

into her designer Birkin bag

om Rolex Daytona from

y the strap, letting it dang

laimed, her voice dripping with fake innocence. "I though

spect. She stepped forward to physically block Angell

's manicured fingers. It was the ultimate, phy

closer, lowering her

red, her tone mocking. "He prefers my apartment

of anger rise in her chest

relax. She molded her face into a mas

out and take the wat

nsole table," Alya instruct

ed screaming, crying, or a physical fight. Al

rble console table. It landed with a loud,

on her heel a

Alya stood perfectly still, starin

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Too Late, CEO: Regret Your Arrogance
Too Late, CEO: Regret Your Arrogance
“My grandfather was dying in the ICU, his heart monitor flatlining. I called my billionaire husband, Cole, ten times. When he finally showed up, he reeked of his mistress's signature floral perfume. His mistress, a famous ballerina, even showed up at the hospital to flaunt their affair. Her malicious provocation caused my grandfather to go into shock and slip into a deep coma. When I lunged at her in anger, Cole violently shoved me to the hard floor to protect her. He thought my soul-crushing grief was just a jealous tantrum. I realized then that my decade of love meant absolutely nothing to him. To Cole, I was just a parasite attached to his empire, a transaction he could buy and dismiss. So, I stopped crying. I opened my laptop and calculated every single cent he had ever spent on me, adding aggressive compound interest. I handed him the 'Marital Debt Liquidation' spreadsheet along with the signed divorce papers. But he regretted and didn't want to let me leave. "Since you treat everything like a balance sheet," I told him calmly, "I am simply clearing my accounts."”