The Rejected Omega's Billion-Dollar Comeback

Chapter 2

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igned Renunciation folder off my fingertips. It slapped aga

rs I had kept my head down in the boardroom to avoid drawing attention to my borderland

fingers against his throbbing temple to hide his panic. "Once you walk out that door

You seem to be confusing two very different things. I agr

up four

d million dollars from my offshore trust to save the company. That bailout bought me four percent of Hatfield's core

an octave, clea

I am taking my fifteen billion dollars ou

ng as if I had struck him across the jaw. A sec

the slums near The Margin, and you think you own four percent of my family? That five-hundr

a hand to her chest, her eye

ting the fabric of her white skirt. "The Stephens family never bragged about helping Blake because we value family loyalty, yet you're trying to

im Citibank checkbook holder and slid a pre-signed

floral fixative on the paper drifted up. "Consider it a tip for keeping Blake's house clean these

eel, I walked straight into the master suite's walk-in clos

or public galas; I locked every single piece inside the wall safe and left the key on the velvet tray. Into my cas

eeled the two cases bac

d me, his chest rising and falling fast as

wnstairs is crawling with paparazzi waiting for news about my return! If you d

n your board tried to embezzle veterans' gland-injury pensio

reached out to grab the tele

amatic, just sleep in t

opped dead and turned my head. I raised my left hand and p

ting off every trace of thermal and scent emission around my skin, while the co

ns," I said. "The cheap industrial alcohol

chalk-white as she stumbled backw

nged forward, his right hand shoo

eft and drove the reinforced corner of my carbon-fiber suitc

Without looking back, I stepped into the private glass elevator and watched the steel doo

l Park West penthouse," I said into the receiver. "And wake u

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The Rejected Omega's Billion-Dollar Comeback

Dolores Fantasy

“For two years, I quietly poured five hundred million dollars into Hatfield Enterprises, turning a bankrupt conglomerate into a fifteen-billion-dollar empire-all while playing the quiet, unbonded wife. Today, Blake returned from the frontlines with a delicate Omega clinging to his arm. He slammed The Renunciation on my desk, claiming Camelia was his 92% biological match who had sacrificed her own gland to soothe his fatal rut overload. When I coldly signed the papers and demanded my fifteen-billion-dollar equity back, the Hatfield family showed their true, parasitic colors. The patriarch tried to weaponize an ancient scent-bound clause to rob me blind, tossing me a pathetic one-percent charity check to keep me as their unpaid slave. Meanwhile, Camelia flooded elite tabloids with vicious lies-branding me an uneducated slum orphan who laundered blood money, while staging a public smear ambush to destroy my reputation before the courts. I looked at Blake, sickened to my core. Two years ago, I was the one who dragged his half-dead body out of a corpse trench, using my own secret lab and pheromone serum to save his rotting gland. Now, utterly blinded by a homewrecker's cheap, synthetic peach perfume, he was threatening me with federal prison. Did they really think an S4 Dominant Omega hiding behind a titanium collar could be crushed by their century-old pedigree? I tore their predatory contract into confetti and walked straight into Thornton & Partners. When Constantine Thornton-the Union's most feared S-rank Alpha titan-unleashed his suffocating alpine cedar pheromones to bring my abusers to their knees, he didn't just take my case. He looked into my eyes and promised me blood. Getting my fifteen billion dollars back was just the beginning. I was going to tear the Hatfield empire apart, bone by bone.”