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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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Devon Carter finished playing the video game and watching yet another new movie. He's so boooooored, it's not even funny.

This is exactly why he didn't take the fucking leave when it came, that's why he left it to become long overdue.

But after the last mission, the boss was determined to let their team have their rest for at least two months before they resume stronger and well-rested. At thirty-three, he works for a very private top-notch Extract and Rescue Organisation (EXO). He kicks asses and saves people for a living.

Yeah, definitely an adrenaline rush.

He snorted mentally. Yeah, fucking-right. The only way they're gonna return is crazy and half-insane.

One month has passed already, and Devon is counting for the remaining month. He's tired of the vacation.

He's visited all his four sisters and their husbands, and he's spent time with his mother who's staying with their eldest sister, Carmen, who's the only person older than him.

He'd gone on a tour in Jeju Island, and he'd visited clubhouse more than a whore on promo.

He got up again and went out to the barn. Since he has nothing to do, he can help the workers feed the livestock.

An hour later, his cellphone rang. He picked up the unknown number.

"Hello, baaaaaaibe." Came the sultry voice.

Devon shook his head. He really doesn't need this right now. "Anne."

"Yes, baby. Can I come over?"

"Nope. I'm outside town. I'll call you when I get back." He lied.

"Oh...." Her disappointment was apparent. "Okay. Call me."

"Sure." He hung up. Anne is only but one of the one-night stands he's had since he got back to Wyoming, Texas.

Only, Anne doesn't want to leave him alone. The woman doesn't understand the word 'I'm not interested.'

He sighed and went back to feeding the chickens.

Hell, he's very bored, dammit.

* * **************

"I don't know what to do, Yenna," Raniella said to her friend, pausing her typing on the desktop in front of her.

In her office on the highest floor of the skyscraper, she sat behind her desk trying to get a job done since morning.

It has proven impossible because she can't forget the call from her mother last night.

Yenna sighed, shifting the files she has on her hands to rest on the other hand. "Maybe you should just go home alone and tell your mother that you and 'your man' broke up a few days ago, and that's why you ain't back home with him."

"And endure long hours of advice? The pity looks?" Raniella threw her perfectly manicured hands up in the air, "she'll start sending me books again on 'how to catch a big fish, you know my mother."

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