Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon

I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground.

Modern Revenge Bankruptcy Billionaires Female-Centered Ex-wife

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Sienna Point Of View

"Sienna, you need to come here fast, as our CEO is on his way here." I received a call from my team head making me run through the crowded footpaths of New York city.

People are always busy here. The city is lively with people buzzing around at the daytime and it is lit with many lights, like stars have graced their beauty on earth, at the night time. I love staying in this city in-spite of the problems and scary nightmares I am going through.

I hurried towards the road waited for walk signal to cross the road. I should be in the office by now and it takes ten minutes walk from here.

Wish CEO Sir doesn't arrive so quickly.

Just as I saw the walk signal on traffic lights, I started crossing road but stopped suddenly looking at a shiny luxurious SUV standing there in traffic.

I walked towards the car and knocked at the driver window. He rolled down the black-tinted window and narrowed his eyes towards me eyeing me up and down.

"You need to off the engine while in traffic or the car is at a stop sir. We cannot deprive our future generations with gas/petrol/diesel right? Please do off the engine next time sir. It also prevents some of the pollution too." I said in a small tone not wanting to offend him or the owner who is sitting at the backseat.

I leaned back after telling him what I wanted to and looked half open window of the backseat of the car. I went towards the owner to tell my apologies for wasting their time, when I saw those eyes.

Those deep sea blue eyes which are like crystals shining at every flicker of light! They are a very interesting and unique color that I found myself looking at them interestingly.

I could only see his eyes from the little opening of the window but I can tell he must be looking like a beauty God. His eyes gave away that much that he might be in his late twenties I assume looking at his young, clear eyes narrowed towards me with rage.

I know that look and I learned few of them all these four years from the place I'm currently staying.

When someone, who thinks they are as mighty as God, gives that look it means he is not a fan of taking good advices from people who they think are nothing but beggars before them.

I agree that look did shake my legs with fear but I'm still glad that I could mutter up the courage to give a little advice and I don't regret it.

He squinted on his eyes towards me and I know he must be gritting his teeth preventing himself from lashing on me in the public face.

I bowed my head in fear and scurried away before I let him hurt me.

Why do I do such things? I know I need to maintain a low profile because I have so much to loose. I have too many secret to risk. But still I cannot keep my nature-related opinions to myself.

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