One Night With The Cold Billionaire Boss

Chapter 7 War chest

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we never had a daughter! You selfish, ungrateful parasite!" Richard roared. To him, a daughter's only purpose was to funnel money back to the family.

r me again!" Audrey declared with absolute finality. The words tasted like liberation on her ton

walked toward the front door without looking back. She had separated her legal residency documents from the family's after college specifically for this day. She could leave

w!" Brenda panicked. If Audrey left, the massive payout would vanish. Her voice cracked, shifting from domi

rd said, pulling his wife back. He assumed Audrey was broke, as she had handed over most of her meager salary to them. He was confident a little hardship w

ver. She felt zero attachment to this place. The loud bang of the door

her retail jobs; they had no idea she had been taking lucrative freelance design commissions since her sophomore year. She had quietly saved tens of thou

egree abroad-her lifelong dream. It was her war chest, the foundation

relative, and secured a visa. She booked the earliest flight to the country she had always wanted to live in and arranged a homestay. Her children would have nothing to do

mbracing her brand-new life. As the plane's wheels left the tarmac, she looked out the window a

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“After being betrayed by my best friend, I stumbled into the wrong hotel penthouse suite and was forced to spend the night with a stranger. The next morning, my boyfriend humiliated me in public, announcing my infidelity to everyone around. That was when I saw the smug smile on my best friend's face and realized it was all a plan to destroy my reputation. I dumped them on the spot, but the nightmare was only beginning. Despite taking the morning-after pill, I still ended up pregnant with twins. Instead of supporting me, my parents tried to sell me to a 55-year-old widower for $800,000, just to pay for my brother's wedding. "If you walk out that door today, you're dead to us!" my father roared. I threw my house keys at my parents and fled to Paris with my unborn twins. For five years, I endured the pain and built my own business from nothing. I swore I would never be anyone's sacrifice again. Now I'm back in Manhattan, raising my four-year-old twins on my own. And my new boss? He's the billionaire CEO of Young Enterprises-the same man I slept with on that fateful night.”