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"I was wrong about everything. I was blind, stupid, selfish. But I can change. I swear to you, I'll never betray you again." "Please," he begged, reaching for the hem of my dress. "I love you. I've always loved you, even when I was too foolish to see it. Don't leave me." I looked down at him with complete indifference. This broken man kneeling before me bore no resemblance to the arrogant Alpha who had humiliated me, ignored my pleas, and chosen his stepsister over our unborn child. "Get away from me," I said coldly. When he didn't move, continuing to grovel at my feet, I lifted my leg and kicked him hard in the chest. He flew backward, hitting the floor with a sickening thud.

But I was done with the endless waits. I stepped forward, slamming the divorce papers onto his desk. Sign them, I snapped. My voice shook with rage, making the words cut through the silence like broken glass. Roland leaned back in his chair, smug and unbothered. His dark hair slicked back, cufflinks glinting, jaw freshly shaven. The ruthless billionaire the tabloids worshiped and feared. He didn’t glance at the papers, just smirked. Sign them? His voice dripped with mockery. I don’t take orders from you, darling.

"From a man who walked away without explanation." "Or perhaps," Navarro's voice was practiced, "you saw an opportunity. A child could be Insurance. Especially after your father's death made you a billionaire heiress." Hailey's face went pale. "That's not...I would never..." "You married Maxwell Kingston three days after inheriting your father's company," Navarro pressed. "A man you barely knew. Doesn't that seem... Planned?" "I married him because I needed protection." Her voice was shaking now. "From people like you. From a media circus. From Floyd showing up with lawyers trying to take my son."

"Without it, his company is a hollow shell. Do you want the pleasure, or shall I?" Elena pulled her arm back, her expression unreadable. "I don't need a partner, Dante. I’m here to buy back what belongs to me." "Is that so?" Dante’s eyes darkened with an unholy amusement. "Then I hope your trust fund is as deep as your spite. Because I don't plan on making this easy." He leaned in one last time, his breath warm against her cheek. "Shall we see how much your revenge is worth?" He walked away, taking a seat in the front row and crossing his long legs with the grace of a panther.

The sound of heels against polished marble cut through the murmurs. Isla Mercer stepped out. Poised. Elegant. Untouched. Her expression? Neutral. Too neutral. The kind that made people uncomfortable without knowing why. The whispers didn’t stop completely. They just… lowered. Shifted. Curled into corners. "She’s here…" "She heard that, right?" "She has to have—" Isla didn’t look at any of them. As if they didn't exist as well as their words. She was going to sign the divorce papers and this had to be the best thing that happened to her for a long time.

She forcefully removed its hands clasped around him. "Liar! You just used me for your own interest! You thought, I would never know the truth that you can like me, because I will inherit. But as you know, I was adopted! And Nathalie is the real heiress. You ignored me Steven. You don't know how much that hurts me," Her tears whispered. The pain she had long forgotten just returned. The pain to think that he could just marry her. Just because of the money. It released him a hug. She faced again. Their faces are close together.

“You married a poor girl, not knowing that she's an heiress of the multi-billion-dollar empire?” “Like my whole family, I believed she possesses nothing,” he said, his fingers curling tightly around the wooden armrests. “But you were wrong.” Darkness danced along my grin. “Was that the reason for your divorce?” His trembling hand moved to his collar and loosened his tie. “I-I beg your pardon?” I leaned farther on my desk, feeling the anger slowly coiling inside me. “Did you divorce her because she was poor? Because she had nothing? Because she wasn't good enough?”

His assets were frozen, his name disgraced, and his empire crumbled. As I sat back in my chair, looking out the window at the city below, I couldn’t help but smile. This is just the beginning. You can't escape the wrath of a billionaire heiress.

I had no idea how long we kept going, but long enough for me to know I won't walk straight for the next few days. I sat very still; the cold creeping over my skin as the realization sank in. Did I take advantage of a man? Not just any man—but I just had to go for someone who could afford the penthouse of one of the most expensive hotels in the world. And he didn’t seem like someone who forgave easily. One wrong move, he could ruin me with the snap of his fingers. My heart leaped into my throat. I couldn't let myself be caught up with this, especially when my divorce with Nathaniel was coming up. I needed to leave!

“Do you need to know what for? I want divorce papers, and I want them now.” “Okay, just give me a second, alright?” She mumbled, looking around for my file. She slipped it out and printed out the document, giving it her stamp of approval. “Thank you,” I murmured, slipping out of her office before she could even say another word. I placed the divorce papers on my passenger seat, before starting my short drive back home. It was boring holes into me as I drove. My stomach twisted in uneasy knots as I pulled up to the house once again, preparing myself for what what about to come.