Too Late Mr CEO: I Am Gone

Chapter 4

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His sister, Sierra, must have called him, warning him that

were only for Chanel. He went to her side,

urmured, his voic

listening teardrop tracing a path down her cheek. "Do

glared at Eleanore, his eyes l

gize?" Eleanore ask

he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. He was

u blind, Donovan? She started it!

ed on Eleanore. "If I don't?" she cha

force you." The threat hu

fety of Donovan's arms with a triumphant little smirk. T

d her coat and bag. "Let's go, S

him and walked away,

lenged. His face turned to stone. He pushe

e when a hand like a steel vice clamp

familiar scent of tobacco and expe

r against the rough brick wall of the alley beside the l

ire, a mixture of fury and a pos

gled, but it was usele

the alley entrance. He saw them and hesitat

ance at him. His eyes

oo familiar. It was the story of her marriage. A rebellious sp

r. I'm fine. This is just my... ex-husband. He's had a litt

. "Maybe when I'm done her

pulled out his phone. "Of

atched the phone from Justin's hand and hurled it agains

shaken, wisely de

her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You've grown bold, Eleanore," he hissed, his

p was b

his with open defiance. "Is that a

head and crushed his mouth to hers. It wasn't a kis

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Xiao Ziyi Romance

“For three years, I played the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Donovan Sterling, filling his grand estate with his favorite white roses. But the moment his true love returned, he threw a divorce agreement on the table and told me to get out. He offered a pitiful ten million dollars to buy back my youth. When I demanded the shares he legally promised, he pinned me against the marble vanity, violently punishing my defiance. The humiliation only escalated. Forced to attend a final family dinner, his true love deliberately pulled us both into the freezing estate pool, screaming that I had pushed her. I couldn't swim. As icy water filled my lungs, I saw Donovan dive in. A foolish flicker of hope ignited, but he swam right past my thrashing body, desperately pulling her to safety while I sank into the dark depths. When a bodyguard finally dragged me out, Donovan's family surrounded me with disgusted glares, accusing me of attempted murder. Looking at my husband tenderly wrapping his jacket around the woman who just framed me, the last bit of warmth in my heart turned to ash. He didn't know I was secretly carrying his child, and now, he never would. I didn't cry or beg for his trust. "Bring up the security footage from the pool cameras," I told the family patriarch calmly. It was time to take my hundred million dollars and walk away forever.”