The Billionaire’s Trophy Wife: Her Golden Revenge의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 16

“Go, Grandma! Go, Grandma!” The party guests cheered on Grandma Selene as Julien kept her on her feet, dancing to funky old-school music blasting through the speakers. The garden was beautifully decorated, with red and white roses climbing up trellises, the tables and chairs arranged in a wide circle, where Grandma Selena and Julien grooved in the middle. It was refreshing to see Julien back to his old self, swaying side-to-side with his grandmother, engaging her and making the day memorable with his rather incredible moves. From what I could remember, Julien was her first grandson and he was openly seen with the Sterling family, but I wondered why Alex was acknowledged as CEO of Sterling Biotech Group and not him. Was Julien a lovechild or did Jameson Sterling cheat after his marriage to Eleanor. . .the latter would explain Alex’s unfaithfulness to me. “What are you thinking about?” Alex brushed his lips behind my ears in a whisper and I hid the cupcake I’d been nibbling on

A resounding slap met my face, as Alex’s hand collided with my cheek, forcefully snapping my head to one side. Hot tears stung my waterline and a quiet sob broke from my lips as the slap burned its imprint to my skin. “What did you say?!" Alex wrapped his hands tightly around my arms, digging his nails into my flesh. “You want to leave me?!" He yelled, jerking me harshly to meet his eyes. “Alex, you're hurting me!” I cried, trying to pry my arms off his hold but my efforts were futile. “Who do you think you are to divorce me?!” He gripped the back of my head and pulled it back, demanding me to look at him. “Do you think you're special?!” “Alex, please. . .stop.” I winced, scratching on his fingers to release his twisting hold on my hair as my scalp throbbed in pain. "We made our vows, it's either over your dead body or mine!” Alex gripped my throat with his hands, suffocating the air out of my lungs. “A—A—Alex.” I gasped as he held my back against the rough wall, lifting

The restaurant was the crown of the city’s fine dining scene. It was where notable food critics gave five-star reviews, where everyone talked about but could hardly get reservations. It normally took months to book a dinner here, but nothing was impossible for a Sterling whose name opened doors faster than money. The maître d’ bowed slightly when we arrived, his tone reverent as he led us to our table near the tall glass window overlooking the skyline. A soft piano melody drifted through the air, so faint it blended into the rhythm of hushed conversations and the occasional clink of silverware. The scent of truffle oil, wine, and freshly baked tarts lingered as each seat was occupied by the elite—men in dark suits, and women in eloquent dresses. I smoothed my suede dress as I sat down, the emerald green fabric catching the light of the golden chandelier. Alex looked effortlessly perfect across from me, his suit trimmed so precisely on him, it was almost sculptural. “Good