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Marrying the Tyrant: You Will Regret Killing Me, Ex-Husband! 097
Lily’s POV.The single question mark glowed against the dark screen of my phone, and for a split second, it felt like it was cutting straight through the sunlight of the cottage, and it was the only thing I could see.You won?My thumb hovered over the screen, unsure of what to do. The peace that had settled so deeply into my bones just moments ago fractured instantly, a familiar, ice-cold spike of adrenaline prickling along my spine."Lily?"Diego’s voice carried softly from the kitchen, accompanied by the gentle clatter of ceramic plates and spoons.I locked the phone instantly, dropping it face down onto the side table. I forced my breathing to steady, smoothing my expression into something calm before he walked back into the living room."Everything alright?" Diego asked, stepping up beside the armchair. He was carrying a small plate of warm sandwiches he had managed to put together, his eyes studying my face with intensity."I'm fine," I said, offering him a soft, reassuring smi
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Lily’s POVBeep.Beep.The steady rhythm of the cardiac monitor beeped beside me, my eyelids heavily fluttering open to a white ceiling. Then, the sharp sting of antiseptic assaulted my nostrils.Hospital, I thought subconsciously. I’m in the hospital.My eyelids felt like they were made of lead. When I finally managed to force them open, the blinding daylight streaming through the private recovery room window made me wince, blinking against the glare."She's waking up."A deep familiar voice cut through the haze instantly, tone full of concern.Before I could even adjust my focus, a blur of motion filled my sight. Diego was there first, his large hands carefully cupping my face as if I were made of glass. His dark eyes were bloodshot, the predatory sharpness in them entirely stripped away, leaving only a raw, naked panic and overwhelming relief."Lily," he breathed, his voice cracking on my name. He pressed his forehead against mine, his chest heaving as he exhaled a breath he seem
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Lily’s POV.The executive boardroom of Vance Global remained unchanged, but the air inside was entirely different. The heavy mahogany table gleamed, and from this height, looking outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, New York looked almost different. Perhaps it was the victory. The new sight of winning something after losing for so long.Or maybe New York acknowledged my victory too, and celebrated with me.I sat at the head of the table in the high-backed chair that had once belonged to my mother, the same seat my mother made an empire from. Diego stood directly behind me, casting a protective shadow over me.With a slow breath, I reached out and pressed the SUMMONS button embedded inside the conference table.Down the hallways and across the executive wing, a low, chimes echoed through the offices, signaling a mandatory, immediate convocation for every active stakeholder, director, and board member of Vance Global.Within minutes, the doors began to swing open.They trickle
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Lily’s POVThe air inside the safe house felt lighter by morning, though the weight of the upcoming final move still hung heavy in the room.Before sunrise, the conference screens came to life. Eleanor Whitfield, Vayle and the other people I’d managed to have on my side dialed in from Manhattan, their faces tired but triumphant. We spent two intense hours reviewing Vance Global's internal metrics: the stock was stabilizing under interim emergency oversight, the forensic audits were locked and verified, and the corporate rot had been completely excised."The board is waiting for you, Lily," Eleanor reported, her voice steady and proud across the call. "The moment you walk back through those doors, Richard’s shares are legally forfeited under clause fourteen of the executive trust. He's finished.""And Frank?" I asked, leaning against the edge of the console."Nowhere to be found," Eleanor replied with a dry smile. "His cards are dead, his accounts are zeroed, and he's completely cut off
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AUTHOR’S POV.Wisteria Gardens was a small, beautiful stone cottage hidden behind overgrown hedges and iron gates, its roof draped in thick vines of purple wisteria.It was the place where Lily’s mother used to bring her when she was a little girl—a sanctuary far away from NYC’s notoriety and the suffocating pressure of Vance Global. It was where she learned to paint with real sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows, before everything turned to ash.Now, Frank was pacing its polished wooden floors like a trapped animal.His phone was glued to his ear, his voice rising in a desperate screech as he yelled at his manager."I don't care about the frozen accounts!" Frank shouted, his face flushed red, his expensive suit wrinkled and damp from the afternoon drizzle. "The twenty million from the Tokyo compant sale hits escrow today! As soon as it clears, I want every penny moved offshore before the courts can touch it! Do you hear me? Do it now!"He slammed the phone down onto the ant
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Lily’s POV.Vance Global was bleeding out in slow motion.By midday, the New York Stock Exchange had officially halted trading on Vance Global shares as they plummeted, staggering past a seventy-percent loss. The massive glass headquarters in Manhattan—once a gleaming monument to corporate invincibility—was now surrounded by satellite news vans, protesters holding placards, and federal agents carrying boxes of subpoenaed documents out of the lobby.Inside his executive suite on the forty-second floor, Richard sat alone in the dark.The smart-home automation system in his office had been completely locked down by our hackers hours ago. The motorized blinds were stuck halfway down, casting harsh, gray slants of afternoon light across his expensive wool rug. The air conditioning was dead, leaving the room stuffy, and although I wasn’t there, I could tell it smelled faintly of stale scotch and cold sweat.From this livestream feed, Richard didn't look like a CEO anymore. His tie was loos
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