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Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 1244    |    Released on: 22/10/2026

oth stop beneath the canopy of Th

ting on her ankle. As she leaned against him, her blue eyes fixed jealously on the crisp white c

in a soft, trembling voice, reaching out a ma

ay! I'm still shaking just thinking about how she pulled a knife on you

lip, looking up at him

nobody? Chas, when your two-year contract ends next month, what if she re

at the crimson sp

d, he saw Gracie crumpled across that iron speed bump in the

sness gnawing at him, Ch

ging to stay," Chas said, his

pathetic trick to get my attention beca

n afford a basement apartment in Manhattan. Give her an hour out in the freezi

dismissed Gracie, Anabella'

her arms around Chas's neck as she let the swe

p toward his. "Stay with me in the penthouse... Every time it rains like this, I have terrible

lla parted her lips and

etness of her perfume hit Chas-tangling with the f

ct, Chas jerked his head back, gripped Anabella by the s

nce fell ov

umiliation, color rushing to her ch

away?" Anabella choked

woman who belongs beside you... Why won't you kiss me? A

ped the back of his hand across his mouth without

s said in a stiff, clipped tone, checking his watch. "You need rest. Miles h

d the car door open for t

abella. I have an overseas

o her palms, venom boiling in her chest. Outwardly

hispered pitifully as she stepped out under the doorman's umbrella. "Just please b

nd the heavy door clicked shut

a sharp breath as if he couldn't get enough air. That single

s tapped Gracie's number a

. If she doesn't apologize for slapping me tonight,

her, Gracie had always answered within three seconds. Her soft, gentle voice

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at, automated recording cl

reach is unavailable. Please l

wed darkly. He hit

f after half a ring with th

ring at the scr

d bloc

ould come crawling back to beg for his forgiv

mn

eather armrest, making the crystal de

ront passenger seat. "Call he

and quickly dialed Gracie's number. Two second

milton blocked

e and sudden panic tightening his chest. "She's nothing but a paid caretaker on a two-

ft his mouth before a c

concrete. And when she held that knife to his throat, her eyes had

ected? What if she didn't

cating panic sharper than anyt

ed at the driver, his voice rough and unsteady. "Floor it! Run every d

, tearing through the midni

amilton Manor. Before the car even stopped moving, Chas threw the door op

A

open and grabbed the startled

his chest heaving and his g

d, his voice trembling uncont

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Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon
Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon
“For two years, Gracie Waller lived as the secret, contractual wife of billionaire heir Chas Hamilton, quietly managing his life and enduring his cold indifference. With only thirty days left on their agreement, Chas's childhood sweetheart, Anabella, returned. To frame Gracie, Anabella deliberately tipped a bowl of boiling soup over Gracie's right arm, then fell to the floor crying that Gracie had maliciously attacked her. "Have you lost your mind!" Chas roared, scooping Anabella into his arms without a single glance at Gracie's melting skin. At the hospital, he demanded the city's top micro-surgeon for Anabella's slightly pink finger, while Gracie sat alone in the trauma room with severe second-degree burns. Later, to catch a feigning Anabella, Chas callously dropped Gracie onto a concrete floor, leaving her back covered in massive, bleeding bruises. Yet, he still ordered his heavily injured wife to the kitchen to cook a steak dinner for his sweetheart. Gracie didn't shed a single tear. She didn't understand how the man she thought had saved her life years ago could be so blindly cruel. Two years of playing the obedient, submissive wife had finally been burned away by that boiling liquid. The last shred of her lingering attachment was completely dead. Staring at his demanding face, Gracie calmly untied her family-crested apron and dropped it straight into the trash. She accepted a Chief Technology Officer position at a rising tech firm, locked her bedroom door, and watched her offshore countdown timer hit twenty-nine days. The submissive facade was over, and she was finally walking away.”