The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife
"Don't you know how to fake a smile anymore? Those irritating little smiles of yours that screamed nothing but desperation? We're making an appearance in front of several high calibre people for goodness sake. You must carry this facade on without any slip, Rosalie.” He said.
My chest pinched, and I looked away, pretending to adjust my bracelet to hide the pain. “I know."
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“Rosaline...” Ezra murmured. “Why help me to ruin a man you once loved?”
"Why?" I repeated. "Because they took everything from me—the one thing I loved more than life itself. They destroyed my life, my reputation, my happiness, all to serve their own selfish agendas. Him and his mistress. I've been maltreated and betrayed severally, countlessly! But no more. It's my turn to take what I deserve: their pain, their humiliation, their downfall."
I paused, my face hardening into an expression of pure, vengeful rage. "And I will make them suffer for it.”
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Rosalie’s journey had been a tumultuous one– betrayal and pain. The transactional marriage that she had entered into, hoping one day it would turn around to be a marriage for love, had instead left her heartbroken and betrayed. Her ex- husband’s infidelity, coupled with an unimaginable cruelty that he had subjected her to, had shattered her beyond repair.
Now, fueled by a desire for vengeance, Rosalie had returned to seek revenge on those who had wronged her. Joining forces with her ex-husband's rival, a ruthless business tycoon who harbored his own grudges against her ex-husband, she plotted a scheme that would bring them both justice...and ruin.
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Chapter: Him. DAMIEN'S POV~I sighed, the kind that came from deep inside my chest—tired, annoyed, fucking done.I was already fighting hell behind the scenes. Ezra Montgomery was pushing through my shares like a vulture pecking at a corpse. Half my investors were jumping ship, the media was circling like rabid dogs, and now this—this disaster.Chloe had gone out without guards, without a second thought. She’d rushed out into the damn public like some stray looking for scraps. She was all over the blogs already—hair disheveled, pale as chalk, and vomiting in broad daylight. Filmed. Tagged. Mocked. All because Rosalie had fucking meddled, drawing Chloe out when I’d explicitly told her to keep her ass hidden until I got this mess under control.And now I had another mess to clean up. Another headline. Another screw-up dragging my name down while I was barely keeping my own head above water.The sound of Chloe retching again made my eye twitch. I didn’t move. Just sat there, eyes blank, jaw ticking.D
Last Updated: 2025-05-05
Chapter: Like ashes ROSALIE'S POVI leaned away from Diana’s mic slowly, a smile still painted on my lips. The moment my heels clicked back onto the pavement, Isla was already there, holding out the blueprint with both hands like an offering.I took it.“Ladies and gentlemen,” I said, my voice calm, laced with that careful syrupy sweetness that people never know to fear until it’s too late. I held the rolled blueprint high in one hand and uncurled it with the other, turning to face the crowd with a quiet grace that made the flashing cameras fall still. “I believe it’s time the city knew the truth.”A hush swept over the paparazzi.“This—” I tapped the large, faded layout in front of me, “—is the original structural blueprint of this building. Chloe Lancaster’s cosmetics hub. An illegally constructed property… built on stolen permits, funded through ghost investors, and unfit for human habitation.”Gasps. Murmurs. Eyebrows raised behind camera lenses.“And more importantly,” I went on, voice soft now, the
Last Updated: 2025-05-05
Chapter: I am Rosalie Stone ROSALIE'S POV~I still remembered that night like it was yesterday.I had just gotten back from one of those endless meetings Damien liked to drag me to. My mind was clouded with his accusations, his insults—more of his slow, silent push to make me feel like I was losing grip on everything. He’d been distant, colder than usual, but I’d convinced myself it was just stress.Then I found Chloe.She was sitting on the couch in the living room when I walked in. Her eyes flickered up at me, those sad, sweet eyes. She knew I was upset. But she always knew how to comfort me.“Rosalie, you’re just overwhelmed. Damien’s under a lot of pressure right now, you know that,” she said, brushing her hand over mine with that fake warmth of hers. Her voice, soft and soothing, felt like silk against my skin.But I wasn’t fool enough to miss the undercurrent in her tone—the way her words just didn’t sit right. She’d been my friend, my sister in this hell, or so I thought. But I could hear the lies hidden
Last Updated: 2025-05-03
Chapter: MemoriesROSALIE'S POV~The weight of the world felt like it was pressing down on me, but it's nothing compared to the emptiness that gnawed at my chest. I sat alone, staring at the ground beneath me, the place where my baby should have been. The silence in the room was deafening, and yet all I heard was the echo of what was taken from me—what was stolen. The tiny heartbeat I would never hear again. The small hands I would never hold.I didn’t think I’d survive it—honestly, I still don’t know how I am. I moved, I breathed, I spoke... but nothing felt real anymore. All of it—everything I’ve done to build myself up, to reclaim what was lost—felt meaningless.Chloe’s empire was crumbling, piece by piece, and I felt no satisfaction in it. I should be relishing this victory. I should be smiling, should be celebrating. But the only thing I felt was the hollow ache of a mother who would never see her child grow up. Never hear them laugh, never hold their hand while they walk to school, never have th
Last Updated: 2025-05-02
Chapter: Memory EZRA'S POV~*PRESENT DAY– MEETING HALL*The noise was a headache. The air was saturated with fake laughter, the sound of over-polished shoes pacing on marble, and investors who thought name-dropping billion-dollar partnerships would be the secret code to winning my attention.It wasn’t.I stood still in the center of it all—stone-faced, unreadable, hands in my pockets—watching them clamor for favor like starved wolves circling a fresh kill.Some fat bastard in an overpriced checkered suit was practically sweating through his pitch, waving a tablet in front of me. “Mr. Montgomery, if I may—our logistics software is fully AI-integrated, your branches will never experience a delay again and—”“Ezra,” another man chimed in, interrupting, smug and silver-haired, “our portfolio saw a 200% increase in green energy returns last quarter. You want us on your side before the government rolls out the next climate bill.”Another chimed in. “I’ve personally worked with the Prime Minister’s—”God.I
Last Updated: 2025-04-21
Chapter: Rosalie? it was her.. CHLOE'S POV~I didn’t even realize I’d been pacing until I saw my own reflection in the hallway mirror—hair disheveled, mascara smudged like war paint down my cheeks. I looked unhinged.The envelope still lay on the floor, but my phone buzzed again. And again. The vibrations were relentless, like a warning drum.I snatched it from the coffee table with trembling fingers and finally flipped it over.24 Missed Calls.14 New Messages.News Alerts: “Emergency Recall on Chloe Lancaster’s New Cosmetic Line After Reports of Skin Burns.”My chest tightened.I clicked one of the notifications. The screen filled with a video—news anchor, grave-faced, reading off a statement.“Several users across New York have reported second-degree burns after using the recently launched Chloe Cosmetics skin serum. The company has yet to release a public statement, but an emergency recall has been issued. This comes just days after Chloe Lancaster was filmed physically assaulting Rosalie Stone at a charity gal
Last Updated: 2025-04-20
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