Bankrupting My Two-Faced CEO
For five years, I was with Julian, Wall Street's golden boy. Every anniversary, I’d secretly hope he would finally get down on one knee — but he never did.
Every single time, he’d press a tender, apologetic kiss to my lips. "Baby, let's wait until the IPO. I want to give you the biggest wedding imaginable. Just wait a little longer for me, okay?"
And I’d nod, swallowing the ache, year after year.
.Finally, His company went public and landed a huge deal with the Castello family—the most powerful syndicate in the country. I was certain he’d finally propose.
Instead, I found a trust fund document. There, right under the "Legal Spouse" line, was a name: Caroline. The widow of Julian’s late brother.
When I called to confront him, his response was utterly callous.
"I promised my brother I'd take care of Caroline and his son, Noah. The boy needs a father, Alessia. That's the only reason I married her. We have a deal—we'll divorce as soon as Noah turns eighteen."
"You should be more understanding of how hard it is for Caroline to raise a child alone. Don't be so unreasonable, alright?"
I didn't lose my temper. I just calmly replied:
"No need. I’m not interested in sloppy seconds."
What he didn't know was that I am the daughter of the Castello family's Don.
I made a call to my father. "Dad.I'm ready to come home and take over the family business. I will personally attend the signing ceremony with Obsidian Group in three days."
I was going to make Julian taste absolute despair.