Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire’s Vengeful Heiress: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

"Fire! It's fire! Somebody help me!"My screams tore through the night, but no one came. The wildfire had broken out suddenly at the resort, and I was trapped in the middle of the blazing inferno. Our fifth anniversary celebration was turning to ashes before my eyes.Worse, my husband Leo wasn't anywhere around—the yacht keys I'd planned to surprise him with burned in my palm. I'd saved for months to buy them. But now, through the flames and smoke, I watched him sprint toward the next building where Lydia stood. Safe. Untouched. Smiling.I shoved down the feelings clouding my mind and focused on finding an escape route. But my body was too weak. It had only been three days since the kidney transplant surgery—three days since I'd given him my kidney because I couldn't imagine my life without him.And he hadn't even waited.He left me in the raging fire just to run to Lydia. The woman he swore meant nothing.I was ready to give up, prepared to let the flames take me, when someone sudden

I dialed my lawyer's number with trembling hands."Mr. Peterson, I need you to draft divorce papers immediately," I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "Give them to Leo only after I leave. And make sure the insurance company knows we're divorced before any claims are processed."Each word felt like signing my own death warrant. I glanced frantically at the door.If Leo discovered this before I could escape..."Let him explain to the insurance company how he wants to collect benefits from someone who's no longer his wife," I thought bitterly as I gave Mr. Peterson the details.The moment I hung up, the door burst open. I looked up, my heart jumping into my throat. Lydia sauntered in, her lips curved into that familiar, cruel smile. She was wearing designer clothes, full makeup, and looked healthier than I'd ever seen her.My entire body tensed. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I was too weak. Too broken.She sat down, crossing her legs with the confidence of so

A vicious crack echoed through the marble hall. White-hot pain exploded across my face. My head snapped to the side. My ears rang with a high-pitched whine that drowned out everything else. Warm copper flooded my mouth as blood erupted from my nose.I turned back slowly, my cheek already swelling. Leo's hand was still raised, trembling in the air like he was deciding whether to strike me again. His eyes were cold and merciless."You pathetic, delusional bitch," his voice dripped with hatred that could melt steel. "Pretending to be Roberta Alfred? Have you completely lost your mind?"Before I could draw breath, his fingers dug into my face, forcing me to look at him. Fresh pain shot through my already throbbing cheek as he squeezed."Are you this desperate? Is this jealousy of Lydia?" Spittle hit my face as he snarled. "You'd go this far to humiliate yourself?"Everyone watched in stunned silence as he shoved me with savage force. I stumbled backward, my weakened legs barely catching m

Leo's hands wouldn't stop shaking. The image of the blood soaked item burned in his mind. The question pounded through his head with every heartbeat.What happened to her? He burst into his house, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes darted around wildly.The house felt wrong. Cold. Empty.He froze mid-step, his gaze sweeping across the living room. Something was missing.His head snapped toward the mantel above the fireplace.The wedding portrait. The massive frame that had hung there for five years. Gone.He turned slowly. The side table near the window. Elena's favorite crystal vase that was always filled with fresh flowers. Missing.The decorative pillows she'd chosen. The paintings she'd hung. The small touches that had made the house feel warm and alive.All of it. Gone.The house looked sterile. Lifeless. Like a hotel room."No, no, no," his voice trembled. "What the hell is going on?"He ran upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. He threw open the bedroom door and we