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Danielle's POV:
I didn’t waste time.
If the universe was going to hand me a second chance to rewrite my story, I wasn’t
going to spend it crying over what was coming.
Rue was the first person I called. “Dani?” Her voice was filled with sleep.
“I need you to listen to me carefully.” I said. “Find someone discreet, a private
investigator, or a freelancer and have them tail Barry 24/7 . Every time he breathes
near another woman, I want to know.”
She sat up on her end of the line; I could hear the rustle of sheets. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.” I said. “And Rue… don’t ask questions. Just get it done.”
In a few days, the evidence was sitting in my inbox. Barry, looking like the polished
corporate darling he always was, except his hand was sliding up a waitress’s thigh
in one video, and his mouth was on Victoria’s neck in another.
And there was more. God, there was always more. I didn’t even feel rage anymore,
just emptiness.
A few days ago, I took it upon myself to file for a divorce behind Barry's back but I
was asked to come to visit the lawyer with him. Not wanting to start the fight without
enough evidence, I backed out and decided to wait for Rue. Now I had everything I
needed to start the war and I wasn't going to back down.
Tightening my hand around my phone, I rushed out of the room and headed for
Barry's study.
I had spent the past few days trying to act unsuspicious and calm, but now I had all
the right to be as wild as I can.
When I arrived, Barry was seated before a pile of documents and he looked startled,
seeing me. “Danielle…”
“I want a divorce.” I said, tossing the manila envelope onto his desk.
The color drained from his face. “What?”
“I’m not going to cry, I’m not going to scream, and I’m not going to create a scene.” I
said, calmly. “I just want this over with. You can keep your precious Victoria, but I’m
walking away with twenty percent of the shares you hold in Guang Enterprises.”
His brows drew together. “Twenty percent? Danielle, that’s all I own in Guang
Enterprises and besides what's this about Victoria? I thought I already made it clear
that we just reconnected as friends?”
“Consider the shares a fair exchange for my silence.” I cut in. “You know as well as I
do that if I leak what’s in that envelope, your public image will be dead in the water.
The gentleman entrepreneur? The devoted husband? Gone.”
“That's…”
I held up my hand. “Also, I already know about your relationship with Victoria. So
you don't have to lie to me. Just make a decision between letting those pictures in
that file get released to the press coupled with evidence of all the shady deals you
got involved with or you let us get divorced peacefully and compensate my loss with
the Guang shares.”
He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “You’ve changed.”
I smiled without humor. “You have no idea.”
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Two days later, it was done. The divorce papers were signed, and the shares were
transferred. Yet Barry still looked like he was waiting for me to fall apart, to throw
myself at his feet and tell him I’d made a mistake.
Instead, I walked out with my head high and a suitcase in hand. But before leaving, I
made one last stop at Victoria’s apartment.
She opened the door, wearing a silk robe and a smirk. “Hey, how…”
I didn’t let her finish. “Listen carefully.” I said. “I have divorced Barry just as you have
been secretly begging him to, so you’ve won your little prize, congratulations. But if
you try anything sneaky—anything at all—I won’t hesitate to burn you to the ground.
And that’s not a threat, that’s a promise.”
She arched an eyebrow, still smug. “You’re all bark, Danielle.”
I leaned in just enough for her to see the coldness in my eyes. “Try me.”
With that, I turned around and hailed the very same cab I boarded all the way from
Barry's house to hers. Only this time around, I was heading straight to the airport.
The plan was to go anywhere and start over.
The rain had started by the time we hit the freeway, and I was halfway through
planning which country to disappear into when I heard the blare of a horn, the
screech of tires, and then a massive trailer came careening toward us.
For one split second, I saw the exact moment my life ended in the last timeline.
Not this time.
I shoved the door open and hurled myself out. As I fell, my head slammed into
something hard, and everything went black.
When I woke up, it was to the sound of beeping machines and the smell of antiseptic. My head throbbed and my arm ached where the IV was taped down.
A middle-aged nurse in light blue scrubs was adjusting the drip when she noticed
my eyes open were. “You’re awake! That’s a miracle, considering the accident.” She
said, smiling.
I tried to sit up, but she gently pushed me back down. “Easy. You and your baby
need rest.”
I blinked at her. “My… what?”
“Your baby ” She said, as if I’d misheard.
“But… I am definitely not pregnant.” I snapped.
“We did a full scan to check for internal injuries and discovered that you’re pregnant.
It’s in an early stage, but it has a strong heartbeat.”
My chest went tight. “That’s not possible,” I said, sharply. “I’m not pregnant.”
She chuckled softly. “Trust me, I’ve been a nurse for fifteen years. You’re pregnant.”
Pregnant? For Barry James—the man who had betrayed me, humiliated me, left me
for dead. Suddenly, I felt heat rise in my chest, but it wasn’t joy, it was fury.
“I want it gone.” I said.
The nurse froze. “What?”
“I want to abort it. Schedule the procedure. Now.”
Her smile faltered, replaced by a frown. “That’s… a big decision. Maybe you should
take some time…”
“I don’t need time.” I snapped. “This child is tied to a man who ruined me. I won’t let it exist not for one second longer than it has to.”
She hesitated, then nodded stiffly. “I’ll
… inform the doctor.”
Chapter 5Danielle's POV: FIVE YEARS LATERCalifornia smelt the same, but I wasn’t the same woman who had left five years ago.The Danielle Jules who’d been dragged through betrayal, humiliation, and the edgesof death no longer existed.The woman stepping out of the black Rolls Royce in front of Reese Tower wassmarter, richer, and infinitely more dangerous. Dressed in a custom made black silkwith a slit high enough to turn heads.The paparazzi swarmed the entrance of Reese INC.’s grand opening, their camerasclicking like a chorus of hungry insects. But I walked through them like someonewho owned the room before she even entered it.“Miss Jules.” Alexander Reese said, stepping forward with that practiced billionairesmile. America’s youngest trillionaire, the man whose tech empire stretched acrosscontinents, and the only person in this building who truly knew my story. “Ready tomake history?”I smirked. “Always.”Inside, champagne flowed, violins played, and the elite of the
Chapter 4Danielle's POV:I didn’t waste time.If the universe was going to hand me a second chance to rewrite my story, I wasn’tgoing to spend it crying over what was coming.Rue was the first person I called. “Dani?” Her voice was filled with sleep.“I need you to listen to me carefully.” I said. “Find someone discreet, a privateinvestigator, or a freelancer and have them tail Barry 24/7 . Every time he breathesnear another woman, I want to know.”She sat up on her end of the line; I could hear the rustle of sheets. “You’re serious?”“Dead serious.” I said. “And Rue… don’t ask questions. Just get it done.”In a few days, the evidence was sitting in my inbox. Barry, looking like the polishedcorporate darling he always was, except his hand was sliding up a waitress’s thighin one video, and his mouth was on Victoria’s neck in another.And there was more. God, there was always more. I didn’t even feel rage anymore,just emptiness.A few days ago, I took it upon myself to file for a
Chapter 3Danielle's POV:“I’m not apologizing to her.” I yelled.On the other end of the prison phone, Barry didn’t even sound surprised. “You will,Danielle. You’ll call Victoria, confess, and beg her to forgive you.”I let out a humorless laugh. “Forgive me? For what? For walking into a hotel roomand finding her screwing my husband?”“This is the only way to fix it.” He said finally. “You apologize to Victoria, she dropsthe charges, you come home.”The line went dead. He’d hung up. Again.I stood there for a second, breathing hard, before the guard barked. “Time’s up.”I pleaded for another phone call, but I was rudely reminded that I had made anothercall to Rue, my best friend and assistant to get me the best lawyer in California (Theonly one person who knew I was Madam Elle).I was rudely taken back to a private cell where I was once again locked up. I satmyself on the floor and wondered how I had gotten to this point. One minute I washandcuffed to the hospital bed wondering
Chapter 2Danielle's POV:I don’t remember deciding to scream, it just tore out of me as I stumbled into thehallway. My chest burned, my throat was tight, and all I could think about was howto get away.“Danielle!” Barry called out, as his footsteps pounded behind me.He caught my arm just as I reached the corner. “Baby, stop…”“Don’t call me that.” I yanked my arm free. “Don’t you dare call me that.”The door to Suite 17 clicked again, and then Victoria appeared, wrapped in a whitehotel blanket like some half-dressed queen caught mid-affair. Her blonde hair wasmussed, her lips swollen, her expression filled with annoyance and false innocence.“This isn’t what you think…” She began.“Oh, shut up.” I snapped, my voice loud enough to carry down the corridor. I didn’tcare if guests heard. In fact, I wanted them to hear. I wanted the whole damn resortto know.Barry stepped between us, holding his hands out like he was the reasonable onehere. “Danielle, please, you’re going to make
Chapter 1Danielle's POV:From where I stood near the long glass windows overlooking the ocean, I could seethe last rays of the California sun melting into the horizon while a string quartetplayed something low and romantic.It was perfect! Every detail was exactly the way I’d imagined it.I brushed an invisible speck from my champagne-colored gown and exhaled slowly.Tonight wasn’t just our third wedding anniversary. Tonight, I was going to changeeverything between Barry and me.For years, I had hidden who I really was. To the world and to my own husband I wasDanielle Jules, the quiet, supportive wife of a rising businessman.In reality, I was Madam Ellele… the name whispered in boardrooms, the investorwho could make or break a company with a single call. And I had been his biggestinvestor. The very reason his struggling start-up didn’t collapse two years ago.And he never knew.Not because I didn’t trust him, but because trust was dangerous in my world. My latefather







