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The Bizarre Bond: The CEO's Regret

Chapter 8 

Word Count: 524    |    Released on: 28/05/2026

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The Bizarre Bond: The CEO's Regret
The Bizarre Bond: The CEO's Regret
“After three years of a cold, contractual marriage, Sophie was finally pregnant, hoping this little life would keep her billionaire husband. However, as she walked out of the maternity clinic, she saw her notoriously fastidious husband tenderly embracing another woman. It was her stepsister, Zoe. Julian threw the divorce papers on Sophie's table, demanding she leave to make room for his true love. Her greedy stepmother and stepfather swarmed in, wanting to drive her away. "Sign the papers and don't get in Zoe's way anymore!" her stepmother sneered. They even tried to sell Sophie to a twice-divorced middle-aged business partner as leverage in company negotiations. Zoe flaunted her victory, mocking Sophie by saying that the password to Julian's private study was her own birthday. For three years, Sophie had endured their neglect and abuse, only to be discarded like trash the moment the real princess returned. Looking at her flat stomach, a chill ran through her. Why should she stand idly by and let them ruin her life with the wealth her mother had stolen? Sophie didn't shed a single tear. She hid the ultrasound images, rejected Julian's settlement offer, and glared at them. "You want me to agree to a divorce? Fine. Give me back the 15% of the company shares you stole from my mother." She turned her back to the gilded cage. It was time for all those who had looked down on her to pay the price.”