Alda's dreamy wedding night turns into a nightmare when a mysterious text from her sister unveils her husband Tyler's shocking betrayal. Desperate for answers, Alda confronts Tyler, only to discover a truth that leaves her shattered. As the icy silence of deception envelops their once-happy home, Alda is faced with a choice: succumb to the pain or emerge stronger than ever. In this riveting tale of heartbreak and resilience, she is ready to make him suffer as she serves him karma on a silver plate.
View More---Tyler’s POVIf I had been told that this bitch, Alda, had a motive all this time, I would not have believed it. I thought it was all punishment when she asked me to donate the house to charity, sell my car for the cheapest price, and order her guards to make me sleep on the staircase until morning.“So all of this was not only punishment but revenge against me?”Seeing that she declared she was about to expose me to the president and his vice, I was drawn into maximum fright like a shipwrecked sailor spotting a looming storm.“Is this the plan you had for me all this while?” I asked myself as I stared at her as if she could hear me.When I asked myself this question, though I did not bother to answer it, Alda’s facial expression at this moment spoke volumes.“This bitch is fucking smirking,” I said to myself again, seeing the smirk continue on her face like the wicked witch she is. “But before I say anything, please hear this from one of his victims,” she said, smirking again as
Matriarch Alessandra's POVSeeing Tyler smile at me irked me to the bone marrow. I hated him, everything about him. Talk about how he looked on this wedding day, the rubbish suit I had my assistant buy for him from the fourth-grade clothing store, and the shoes, one rubbish pair I asked Robert to get anywhere.Well, good for him that he still managed to look good, no doubt, but if he thought that the way he looked could lure me back into falling for him, then he only deceived himself.My face was passive as soon as I picked my eyes away from this cute Brandon. Though I thought I loved him already, I would not make the same mistake twice. Who knew? He could be someone as bad as Tyler, right?When I took my face away from him, I continued to walk gently and boldly towards the stage.If this had been a true wedding ceremony, then this could perhaps have been the best day of my life. Nevertheless, it still remained the best day of my life because it was the day I took my revenge against
Brandon POV Matriarch Alessandra is someone I have already seen live on TV. I have loved her since the moment I saw her face. She is this beautiful woman who captured my heart, and over and over again, I have written a poem in her name. I have also drawn a captivating portrait of her. Though I know that she does not know who I am yet, I promise myself she will later. Maybe it is because, for the sake of my heart, her ex-husband treated her like shit. Well, better to say that that is what I thought until I saw this news and this interview that she was getting married to the same monster again. I hate to see this happen. I should be the one walking down the aisle with her and holding her hand in love and in confidence, but that is the same man who made her life miserable like a monster dealing with his victims in great peril. Still, I attended this wedding ceremony today. Maybe I am not the man who walks down the aisle with her. Perhaps seeing her face alone will suffice, and I can
Tyler's POVThe day I've been waiting for has finally come—the day to seal my bond with Matriarch Alessandra and finally get my hands on her money.I've done my best to make it look like I really do love her again. Love who? That blockhead who knows nothing and depends on a man for everything? If not for the wealth her late uncle passed down to her, I bet she’d just be the same fool I left for the beautiful refugee Avanna. lol Well, I did Avanna badly, but it was all worth it. Her touch was intoxicating, just like honey. Letting go of that sweetness was necessary to get my hands on the money.I mean, look at today; did it not pay off?I can’t believe the stupid fool Matriarch Alessandra made me sleep on the staircase because she thought she was punishing me. Lol. Smart guy like me. She doesn’t know I’d do anything for the money. Sleeping on the staircase was nothing; I can do it over and over again. Giving the house to charity and selling off my favorite car was nothing; I’d be ready
Matriarch Alessandra's POVFinally, it was the day of reckoning, the day the world would hear a crawl louder than the Catholic bell, and the day it was going to rain fire on the surface of the earth.I rose from bed like the witch of Samaritan, who was going to make everyone who made her ordinary life miserable pay for their sins. I walked into the bath, slid into the bathtub, and sipped my drink from a wine cup, even while soaking like the cool and confident rich woman that I was.Once I finished my luxurious bath, I was still in towels when Robert knocked gently on the door."Let them come in," I said softly. With that, a group of girls proceeded into my room, each wearing a white garment and carrying a tray like servants willing to serve their mistress.These were beautiful ladies with a rare occupation. Under my orders, they had been tasked with dressing me for this beautiful and horrific day that was about to unfold before everyone present.I smirked gently as I watched each gemst
I was still sleeping on my luxurious bed when my phone continuously began to sound like an alarm set to wake me up at 5 am. With my peaceful mind and heavy eyes, I stretched out my hand to the mahogany stool near my bed and picked up my cell phone.Immediately as I picked it up, I saw several email notifications on my phone, and if I were to count correctly, it was around eighteen to twenty email notifications.To me, as important as my status was in society, emails were very crucial. They were the place I received my official meeting invitations and updates on every other project I laid my hands on.But if I told you the email notifications I received were invitations to an organization, or to speak at a conference, or for any other project I was handling or contributing to, it would be a lie.These emails were responses to the invitations my assistant had sent while I was asleep. Starting from the bottom, I began to read the first email:“Hello Matriarch Alessandra, I hope this email
While the interview was ongoing, Robert came to me, bowed, and handed me a newspaper as he said, “Ma’am, this newspaper was just released into the market barely 20 minutes ago, and I thought you should see this.”When he handed it to me and said this, I immediately scanned the words on the newspaper, and what I saw at that moment amused me.“Mr. Harrington claimed he did not abuse his ex-wife; his neighbor disagreed.” At the top of this caption, I saw a picture of Tyler wearing the big coat, shoes, and trousers, just as he was dressed in this interview with AM News.Immediately after reading the caption, I smirked and took a gentle sip of my wine. Then I began to read the rest of the newspaper.“Today, Mr. Harrington was seen in an interview session with AM News and has been saying a lot of things, including that he wanted the matters from his previous marriage to remain a secret. However, he plans to marry the same woman he divorced. Isn’t this odd?While Mr. Harrington was speaking,
Knowing fully that his face was what was showing boldly on the TV screen right now, Tyler immediately crafted a smile on his face again. His eyes blinked. And thus, I smiled.I knew that look. I recognized it like I recognized the back of my hand, only that I was a fool back then.This reminded me of whenever Tyler told me he was not coming home for the night but would come in the morning because he had a meeting. Whenever he arrived in the morning and I asked how the meeting was, he said that blinking was what he’d do before he’d answer.Stupid me, I always thought the blinking was meaningless. I did not know it was an unconscious act of Tyler whenever he was about to lie. But now, I am really glad I know better.“If Matriarch Alessandra lost all her wealth tomorrow, I would still be by her side. I would love and cherish her because this is genuine love, not lust for her money. And in fact, they say, two heads are better than one. We are meant to help each other rise, not suck each ot
Tyler, ever since his recent interview, has been granting interview after interview like a relentless torrent, flooding the media with his presence. He has made himself a kind of celebrity that people want to hear from and is gaining popularity everywhere.But only if he was indeed a celeb. He was more of a laughter stock, which would make the mockery company rake in more profit than ever before.LolThis is, of course, an obvious sign that he is an opportunist. He cannot hide his lust for my money, as if it were a stripper dancing naked and shaking its curvy buttocks at him....While watching television, I saw that Tyler had granted an interview with a television channel called AM News.AM News, short for American Morning News, was a television channel that gained popularity in the 1980s. It was the channel that announced the first richest woman in the country in that century, and since then, people have trusted their news to be authentic.However, since 2002, AM News has been losin
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