Author Jecinta
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ABANDONED KING GETS HIS LOVE CONTRACT REVENGE
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She believed the lies.
Her mother made sure of it.
One moment, I was her husband. The next, I was a monster in her eyes - a poor man accused of hurting the woman I loved. They threw pictures in my face, forged proof, and handed me divorce papers. And she, Sally, stood there in silence. Not a word. Not a tear.
That was the day I died - and a king was born.
Years later, I returned richer, colder, and untouchable. The world now bows to my name. But my revenge is just beginning... until Yvonne Wells, a scandal-tarnished model, storms into my life. She was supposed to be my contract girlfriend - a shield against the chaos. I never meant to drag her into my storm, but she became the only light that could calm it.
Now, the same family that destroyed me is crawling back, desperate to rewrite the past. But I'm not that broken man anymore.
I'm the king they abandoned - and this time, I give no mercy.
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From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck.
Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university.
Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me.
On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person.
That day I saw my father in a new light.
My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce.
I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?”
My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!” 
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