The Heiress's Reckoning: Ten Years Lies

Gong Moxi

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The man who once took a bullet for me stood in our living room, demanding I apologize to his pregnant mistress. He was the broke kid I'd made into a CEO, the foundation of my world. Now, that foundation was a sinkhole. But the real betrayal came from his mistress's lips. She whispered that Jacob had orchestrated the car accident that caused my miscarriage years ago, claiming he never wanted a child with a "cold, barren bitch" like me. He tried to move her into my house, painting me as the villain in our story. He paraded their love for the world to see, buying her islands and diamonds while I was cast aside as the city's ice queen. The love I had for him, built on what I thought was shared grief over our lost son, turned to ash. It was all a lie. Ten years of my life, a carefully staged play he directed. But he forgot who I am. At a grand gala meant to celebrate his new life, I crashed the party. With the evidence in hand and my allies at my side, I was ready to burn his empire to the ground and make him pay for every single lie.

Betrayal Revenge Rebirth Revenge Personal growth

Chapter 10

01-06 21:53

Chapter 1

But the real betrayal came from his mistress's lips. She whispered that Jacob had orchestrated the car accident that caused my miscarriage years ago, claiming he never wanted a child with a "cold, barren bitch" like me.

He tried to move her into my house, painting me as the villain in our story. He paraded their love for the world to see, buying her islands and diamonds while I was cast aside as the city's ice queen.

The love I had for him, built on what I thought was shared grief over our lost son, turned to ash. It was all a lie. Ten years of my life, a carefully staged play he directed.

But he forgot who I am. At a grand gala meant to celebrate his new life, I crashed the party. With the evidence in hand and my allies at my side, I was ready to burn his empire to the ground and make him pay for every single lie.

Chapter 1

Caroline Garrett POV:

The man who once took a bullet for me was now standing in our living room, demanding I apologize to his pregnant mistress.

That bullet had left a scar, a jagged line just above his left eyebrow. It was our story, our brutal fairytale. The world saw it and whispered about Jacob Gillespie' s devotion. The broke kid from the wrong side of the tracks who rose to become a CEO, all while loving his heiress wife so fiercely he' d literally stepped in front of a gun for her.

He was my one weakness, the one part of my life that wasn't a calculated business decision. He was the man I had pulled from obscurity, the man my father had mentored, the man I had polished and placed at the head of our empire.

I thought our love was the foundation of it all.

Now, that foundation was a sinkhole, and a young woman named Karina Flowers was standing in the middle of it, her hand placed proprietorially on her swollen belly.

She had shown up at my office an hour ago, unannounced, a triumphant little smirk on her pretty, innocent-looking face.

"Caroline Garrett," she'd said, her voice dripping with a sweetness that felt like poison. "I'm Karina Flowers. I'm carrying Jacob's child."

I had remained perfectly still behind my vast mahogany desk, the silence in the penthouse office stretching thin.

"And?" I asked, my voice as cold and empty as the space between us.

Her smirk widened. "And, he wants you to know. He wants you to step aside. He doesn't love you anymore."

She took a step closer, holding out her phone. On a screen was a photo. Jacob, my Jacob, sleeping peacefully. His scarred eyebrow was relaxed, his mouth soft. It was a picture of him in our bed, and the angle was intimate, taken by someone lying next to him. His arm was thrown over a pillow that still bore the faint impression of my head. He had given her my side of the bed.

Something inside me, a tightly wound coil of control I'd spent a lifetime perfecting, finally snapped.

I didn't say a word. I simply stood, walked around my desk, and picked up the lukewarm cup of coffee I'd been nursing.

I looked her dead in the eye and calmly poured the entire contents over her head.

The brown liquid streamed down her blonde hair, soaking her pristine white blouse. She gasped, a shriek of outrage caught in her throat.

"You bitch!" she screamed, stumbling back.

The memory fades as the front door slams shut behind me. Rain plasters my hair to my skull. I had followed her out, watched her call Jacob, her voice a pathetic, theatrical wail. I' d seen her off in a cab, her final, venomous threat echoing in the storm.

"He's going to make you pay for this, Caroline! You'll see!"

And now, here he is. Jacob. My husband. His face a mask of thunder. His suit is soaked, droplets of rain clinging to his dark hair. He isn't looking at me with concern. He's looking at me with a fury I've only ever seen him direct at our enemies.

"Divorce," I say, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. I walk past him, heading for the bar. My hands are steady as I pour a glass of scotch.

"I'm not divorcing you," he bites out, his voice a low growl.

"I'm not asking, Jacob. I'm telling you. It's over. Get your things. Get your little whore. And get out of my house."

"Don't you dare call her that," he seethes, taking a step toward me. The air crackles with his rage.

I take a slow sip of the scotch, the burn in my throat a welcome distraction. "What should I call her? The future Mrs. Gillespie? The ambitious intern who spread her legs to secure her future? She's a cliché, Jacob. And you're a fool."

"Caroline!" His roar echoes in the cavernous room.

He's across the space in three long strides. For a moment, I think he's going to hit me. Instead, he stops just short, his chest heaving. His bodyguards, loyal to him, file in silently behind him, creating a wall of muscle and menace. My own head of security, Arthur Mathews, steps forward, placing himself between us.

"Mr. Gillespie," Arthur says, his voice a calm, dangerous rumble. "I suggest you step back."

Jacob's eyes, cold and hard, flick from me to Arthur and back again. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" he says, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper. "Karina is in the hospital. The hot coffee... she has second-degree burns."

He touches a finger to the scar above his eye. The scar. His favorite weapon.

"I took a bullet for you, Caroline," he says, the words a familiar, guilt-laden refrain. "And you assault a pregnant, defenseless woman."

"Defenseless?" I laugh, a harsh, ugly sound.

"The doctor said the shock... it could affect the baby. It might even affect her ability to have children in the future." He delivers the line with practiced gravity, a CEO presenting a devastating quarterly report.

I see it then. The alignment. Karina' s threat in the rain. Jacob' s carefully chosen words now. This was a performance. A coordinated attack.

"So that's the play," I murmur, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. "The barren, jealous wife attacks the fertile young mistress. It' s a good narrative. A bit melodramatic for my taste, but I'm sure the tabloids will love it."

I walk over to the large, plush sofa and sink into it, crossing my legs. I am completely at ease in my own home. He is the intruder here.

"You built this company with me, Jacob," I say, my voice soft but laced with steel. "You, the boy from nowhere. I gave you everything. My name. My father's connections. My strategies. And you throw it all away for an intern?"

He takes another step forward, his fists clenching at his sides. "You don't get to talk to me like that."

Arthur moves instantly. His hand goes to the inside of his jacket, where I know his pistol rests.

Jacob's men tense, their hands moving in unison.

"Call off your dog, Caroline," Jacob scoffs, his lip curling in a sneer. He doesn't believe I'll do anything. He has always underestimated the part of me that is my father's daughter.

"No," I say simply.

"Then I'll do it for you." Before I can react, Jacob lunges. Not at me. At Arthur.

He's faster than Arthur expected. He shoves my head of security back, hard. Arthur, a man twice Jacob's age but built like a brick wall, stumbles. Jacob follows through, slamming his fist into Arthur's jaw.

The sound is a sickening crack.

Jacob' s men move to restrain Arthur, but Jacob waves them off, standing over him. "You work for me now, old man. You and everyone else in this family. Don't you ever forget it."

He straightens his tie, a look of smug satisfaction on his face.

But he made a mistake. He forgot who I am.

In the split second that his men are distracted, I move. I grab the heavy crystal decanter from the bar cart. It's not a calculated thought, just pure, cold instinct.

I bring it down, hard, on the head of the bodyguard closest to me. He crumples to the floor with a groan.

I turn to Jacob, the jagged edge of the broken decanter in my hand. His eyes widen in shock.

"You don't touch my people, Jacob," I hiss, my voice dropping to a predatory whisper. "You don't touch what's mine."

He looks at me, at the fury in my eyes, at the weapon in my hand, and for the first time tonight, he seems to realize he is not in control.

The love I had for him, the soft, vulnerable thing I had nurtured for a decade, feels like it's been surgically removed. In its place is a cold, empty void. And in that void, something new and terrible is beginning to grow.

Arthur gets to his feet, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip. "Ma'am," he says, his loyalty unwavering. "That son of a bitch..."

I hold up a hand, silencing him. My eyes are locked on my husband.

The war has just begun. And he has no idea the enemy he has just created.