Too Late Mr CEO: I Am Gone

Chapter 5

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rt his dominance. It was all teeth and anger, with

pletely still in his arms, her body plian

re than her fighting. He pulled back, breath

taunted. "Done pl

slow, deliberate motion, wiped the back of it across her lip

an any slap. Donovan's face d

this?" he asked, his v

sharp as ice. She looked him straight in the

him like a p

voice devoid of emotion. "You kissed her, and

rage. No one had ever spoke

m. But he stopped, his hand hovering in the air. He looked

hrough his anger. "The moment you had me sign those papers,

ity, sent a jolt of something

forget the NDA you signed, Eleanore? I can ruin you.

ng to use his size, his

still care?" she aske

anticipated. His threats had pushed her past the point of reason. S

shock, his hands flying up to

ed from the wound, staining

e between them. She licked her lips, a tiny smear of his blood on

mask of disbelief. The quiet, obedient woman he had married, the woman

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eplied, her voice a

trance broke the standoff. It was

e with a mixture of fear and theatrical ho

r voice trembling with accusation. "Eleanore,

es full of condemnation, pain

he perfect picture of a concerned love

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Too Late Mr CEO: I Am Gone

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.”