Into His Mistress's Body: Billionaire's Heartless Wife

I blinked, my world tilting once again. Veronica? My breath hitched. "What… what do you mean, Veronica?" I asked. "Who is Veronica?" He frowned, confusion flashing across his face before he chuckled dryly. "What’s going on today? First Yvonne was acting weird, now you’re doing the same. Don’t tell me you met her? Did you meet her behind my back?" My chest went cold. I tried to speak, but he grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. His eyes, the same eyes I once adored, the ones that held me like I was his entire world, now looked sharp, calculating. I couldn't recognize that expression. As if he looked like my husband. Not my man who had a calm and sweet demeanor. "Listen, Veronica," he warned, his voice low and threatening. "I can’t divorce my wife right now. If she finds out that I’ve been cheating on her and almost had an illegitimate child with you—" he pointed at the little girl, "thankfully she isn’t mine, she’ll destroy me. She’ll take the house, the savings

Like a crazy person, I messed the entire apartment, just to understand what kind of person Veronica was. Her closet full of flashy dresses to expensive perfume, everything was there. Just I couldn't find a single document about her. With tears and agony, a faint line of rage kept pushing me to understand the situation more. I couldn't let her go like this. However, while I was turning everything upside down, I kept feeling like someone was staring at me with curiosity and fear. I slowly turned, a gentle gaze was already on me, staring at me with curiosity and fear. I closed the door, and walked out of the room quietly. This was the child with bruises. She looked so skinny that I felt a reflection of my own childhood in those beautiful pearl like orbs. As I walked towards her, she hurriedly got inside the room, hiding behind the door. I noticed that fear before when I first found myself standing there. Was Veronica, that woman abusing her own child? I slowly closed the door

That slap was a wake-up call for me. The moment the pain spread over my cheek, the moment the skin burned with those three finger marks forming on my face, and the moment realization struck badly, I knew that I was doomed. I stared at the men standing before me, their expressions reflecting disappointment and disgust. But it didn’t make me feel anything. All I felt was numbness. Because? I had no idea what to do next. Should I go to Veronica and demand she revert it back? Or to Liam, who betrayed me? Was it even possible? No one in this world, in any circumstances, would believe my words. They didn’t even acknowledge me when I asked who they were. They just kept scolding me with rage and disappointment. From bits and pieces, all I could gather was that Veronica Davidson was an example of the worst kind of human being who happened to have the best background a person could dream of. "Are you even ashamed of yourself?" the man didn’t shy away from raising his voice. "Not only have

The air shifted the moment he stepped in, each step heavy and full of rage. The aura around him felt like a grim reaper trying to reach for my soul. I had heard about this. The youngest son of the Blackwell family was someone who would drag you to hell if you got on his nerves. Even my manager used to say that the hardest part of dealing with the Blackwells was the CEO who had zero sympathy for anyone. Now, standing there, watching his large silhouette fall over me, I finally understood what she meant. "Beg, kneel until you bleed." His words were quiet and slow, but the danger behind that calm tone sent shivers down my spine. His eyes barely moved, but a slight tightening around them hinted at violence simmering underneath. I didn’t avoid the situation. To get what I wanted, I had to use what I could. I would make sure Liam knew his place and Veronica? She would beg and kneel to me in return. They were all staring at me, their expressions clear: she’s going to make another mistak

" What's going on?" From the servants to Dante, almost ten people gathered around the woman who was still sitting on the cold floor, sobbing softly—quiet but painful enough to draw sympathy from everyone. Aurora, curious as ever, walked toward her while I watched from a distance. Mrs Blackwell arrived last, followed by a middle-aged man, the Chairperson of the Blackwell Company, Mr Blackwell. They both wore the same confused expression, tinged with panic. " Pearl? What's wrong? What happened?" Dante went straight to her, holding her arm with a genuine concern that stunned me. I didn’t know him well, but judging from his expression, she was clearly someone important. The woman looked up. Her bright green eyes could have belonged to a model. Her cheeks were flushed, streaked with tears, and her lips so perfect that even I felt a flicker of jealousy. In short, she was breathtakingly gorgeous. But who was she? She didn’t resemble any of the Blackwells at all. " I don't know. While