SILLAGE

His Trophy Wife, The Apex Predator

Eydie Pfefferle

My husband of three years, Arthur Vanderbilt, came home smelling of his mistress's perfume and threw divorce papers on our marble kitchen island. He demanded I sign away all rights to our assets for a five-million-dollar "severance," calling me a leech his family picked up from the suburbs to solve a temporary PR crisis. When I refused and demanded my four percent equity in the Vanderbilt Group, he and his mistress, Serena, launched a vicious smear campaign. They planted false stories on Wall Street forums, accusing me of laundering money for an Eastern European crime syndicate. They tried to force my hand with a check for five hundred million, which I tore up and threw in his face. To them, I was just a trophy wife they could easily discard. They had no idea that the "leech" they so despised was the anonymous investor who had secretly bailed out their entire company three years ago, saving them from bankruptcy. Their final move was to hire an actress to publicly accuse me of fraud in the lobby of the most powerful law firm in Manhattan. They didn't realize I was there to retain the firm's most ruthless lawyer. After security threw them out, I looked my replacement in the eye and made her a promise. "Prepare for an FBI probe into perjury and corporate defamation."

Modern Revenge

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PROLOGUE

The usual hustle and bustle inside the castle was barely audible. All the maids and the guards were worried because of the feeble condition of their king.

Suddenly, a guard, taller than the rest of the men guarding the gates and the halls, march inside the door that was left open at the end of the hall.

The old man who was lying on a four poster bed, pale and sickly, continue to stare up the ceiling as he reminisce the past

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"My son, you ought to know better. You have to stay! The people needs you..."

"Mother I can't." The blonde young version of the king stared. His green eyes he inherited from his mom, shining. "The world is waiting for me to explore; its oceans roaring for me to sail over them, its abundant lands waiting to be claimed. I can't just live like this!"

"Jacob, you shan't speak to your mother on that manner!" The king exclaimed, marching inside the door to his son's bedroom.

"Your majesty, " Jacob bowed his head down as he acknowledge the king. "I would like for you to hear me out, not as the crown prince but as your son." his face is scrunch up, close to tears but he tried to be brave. He has to be brave. "Please let me explore the world and see the beauty of it. Let me go..." He hated that his voice broke but he can't help it. He is desperate.

"Enough of this crazy ideas of exploring and going out to the world. You will stay and rule here, with your family, with your people." the king stated, puffing up his chest. He look at his son and said. "I have told you to stay. Then what is the meaning of all this, Jacob?" The king ask in a low but menacing voice.

"Jason..." the king held up his hand and that silence the queen. "You know that I do not want to repeat myself, son."

A few moments passed and still, Jacob hasn't replied his father. Instead, he pick up few of his favorite books and clothes from his bed and throw them inside his luggage.

"Jacob, I am talking to you!" Suddenly the king was up on his feet and was holding his son by the collar on his shirt.

"Jason, please!"

Jacob just glared at his father, his eyes full of despair and hatred. Slowly, he opened his mouth and said, "I know that you won't allow it but I have to go. I couldn't bear to live like this anymore..."

The king let go of his collar and scream. The sound startled the guards and the maids from the halls but they wouldn't dare to stick their nose into royal business.

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