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Divorce Me? Pay Ten Billion Dollars First

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 573    |    Released on: Today at 17:07

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Harris dance-she'd probably told him his wife had embarrassed the family name, insulted a guest, acted

phone onto the

e speakers, roaring with rage. "Kasie! My mother calls me in the middle of a meeting, furious, saying

mother's guest challenged me to chess. I

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me there to humiliate me. It b

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self to breathe. He still didn't know. To him, this was just his wife misbehaving. The irony was almost fun

rror. A black SUV. It had been

her spine. She sped up slight

accelerated. It swerved, its mas

me the

wrenching the wheel, but it was useless. The car smashed sideways into the metal guardrail. The airbag expl

shield, she saw the black SUV. It didn't stop. It didn't even

there was

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Divorce Me? Pay Ten Billion Dollars First
Divorce Me? Pay Ten Billion Dollars First
“For four years, Kasie Carlisle played the flawless wife to the wealthy Byrd family heir. Then, a notification on their shared tablet shattered everything: a photo of her husband, Harris, naked in bed with her college friend. Before Kasie could confront him, her mother-in-law called. She'd known about the affair for months. She'd already prepared divorce papers. One million dollars to disappear quietly. "For a girl from your background, that's more than you could earn in a lifetime." Kasie smiled. Cold. Sharp. Terrifying. "My price is ten billion. And half of everything." She had the evidence. She had the leverage. And Margo had no choice but to sign. So Kasie played the oblivious wife while Harris, blind to the trap closing around him, paraded his mistress through their home, laughed as his friends mocked her in public, and dragged her across a ballroom floor when she finally fought back. Then came the black SUV, deliberately ramming her car off the highway. Bleeding and concussed in the hospital, she watched Harris storm in-not to comfort her, but to accuse her of staging a suicide attempt for attention. He threw her blood-stained anniversary dress in the trash. He whispered sweet nothings to his mistress on the phone while she lay in the next room. He never suspected a thing. Lying in the dark, Kasie felt the last ember of her love turn to ash. She had almost died, and he only cared about how it made him look. So she stopped fighting. Feigning complete defeat, she resigned from the family business, told Harris she was emotionally broken, and asked for a solo trip to Italy to clear her head. As Harris smugly booked her flight, believing he had finally tamed his disobedient wife, Kasie picked up her phone and texted her lawyer. "The fish is on the hook. Initiate phase two." He never saw it coming.”