His Unwanted Fiancee, The Rival's Queen

Chapter 7

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His Unwanted Fiancee, The Rival's Queen

Marvella Fantasy

“I spent seven years building Apex Dynamics from the ground up, working seventy-hour weeks and writing code until my retinas burned, all for my fiancé, Celestino. But when I brought him the core algorithm that would secure his ten-billion-dollar valuation, I found his office door ajar. Inside, our newly appointed VP, Felisha, was draped across his lap, their scents tangled in an obscene display of biological compatibility. "Marrying her is an obligation," Celestino told her, stroking her hair with a tenderness I had never received. "Without her grind, Apex wouldn't have reached this valuation. I owe her a decent exit, but my core mate, my only true equal, has always been you." He then handed my life's work to his mistress, firing my loyal assistant and using his Alpha pressure to force her to her knees when she dared to defend me. Seven years of my youth, my intellect, and my loyalty were reduced to a handout of pity. He actually thought I would crawl back in tears, begging for his approval while he paraded his new "true equal" around the office. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I shredded the algorithms, left my three-carat engagement ring on his assistant's keyboard, and walked out. I accepted a CEO position at his fiercest rival, ScentNova. He has no idea the codebase he stole is a landmine without my encryption keys, and I am going to make sure he chokes on every single byte.”