The Rejected Wife's Secret Empire のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

The clock on the living room wall ticked loudly. It was 11:30 PM.Kiara sat alone at the long dining table. The large crystal chandelier above her was turned off. Only a small side lamp gave some light in the huge, empty house. The food on the table was completely cold now. Her favorite chicken curry, the expensive wine, the chocolate cake—everything was ruined.Today was her third wedding anniversary. Three years of being Mrs. Aryan Singhania.Kiara looked down at her hands. She was wearing a simple red dress. It was Aryan's favorite color. Or at least, she thought it was. For the past three years, she did everything a perfect wife should do. She cooked for him. She waited for him every night. She never complained when he came home late with the smell of alcohol on his shirts. She just smiled and took care of him.She was the perfect wife. But for Aryan, she was just a ghost living in his house.Suddenly, the sound of a car engine broke the silence outside. Kiara's heart did a small

Aryan stared at the large TV screen in his office. His mind stopped working. He felt like someone had hit his head with a heavy stone."This is a joke," he said. His voice was shaking. "Turn it off, Rohan. This is a stupid internet prank."Rohan swallowed hard. He looked very scared. "Sir... it is not a joke. This is live news. Every business channel is showing the same thing. The Rathore family held a press conference ten minutes ago. She is real."Aryan grabbed his hair. "How? How is this possible?" he shouted. "She was an orphan! She wore cheap clothes. She cooked food in my kitchen for three years! How can she be the billionaire boss of the Rathore family?"He picked up his phone from the desk with shaking hands. He quickly found Kiara's contact name. It said 'Wife'. He pressed the call button. He needed to hear her voice. He needed to ask her what this nonsense was.The number you are calling does not exist.Aryan threw the phone on the soft carpet. He was breathing heavily. The

The Grand Royal Hotel was shining with lights. It was the biggest business party of the year. Every rich person in the city was there. They were all talking about one thing: the new Rathore Heiress.Aryan stood outside the huge glass doors. He felt sick. His bank accounts were still blocked. His company workers were leaving because he couldn't pay them. He had to use an old friend's VIP pass just to get inside this party. He needed to find the Rathore Boss. He needed to beg for his company.He walked into the massive hall. People were drinking champagne and laughing. But nobody looked at him. Yesterday, he was the king of the city. Today, he was a nobody.Suddenly, the music stopped. The lights went dim.A man with a deep voice spoke into the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the head of the Rathore Empire... Ms. Kiara Rathore!"Aryan's heart stopped. He looked at the top of the grand stairs.Kiara walked down slowly. She was not wearing her regular, simple cotton dres

Silence stretched through the massive, luxurious office, a stark contrast to the chaotic storm raging inside Aryan Singhania’s mind. He was paralyzed. He was frozen. The air had completely left his lungs. He stood there, jaw slightly dropped, eyes almost popping out of their sockets, staring at the woman he had discarded like old furniture."Cat got your tongue, Aryan?" Kiara asked, her voice smooth and silky, yet carrying an edge sharp enough to cut through steel. She wasn't smiling anymore. Her expression was calm, composed, and absolutely terrifying."K-Kiara... How?" He finally choked out the words, his voice unrecognizable, trembling with shock and a creeping, primal fear. He didn’t understand anything. How did the naive, homely woman he knew become this goddess of corporate power? How did she become the mysterious CEO of Empire Industries, the very corporation that held his life in its hands?Kiara stood up slowly, her tailored navy suit accentuating her powerful, graceful movem