Between Love And Revenge

Finding Bliss Again: My Baby Daddy Is The Most Powerful Man Alive?!

Gay Parodi

At their wedding night, Kayla caught her brand-new husband cheating. Reeling and half-drunk, she staggered into the wrong suite and collapsed into a stranger's arms. Sunrise brought a pounding head-and the discovery she was pregnant. The father? A supremely powerful tycoon who happened to be her husband's ruthless uncle. Panicked, she tried to run, but he barred the door with a faint, dangerous smile. When the cheating ex begged, Kayla lifted her chin and declared, "Want a second chance at us? Ask your uncle." The tycoon pulled her close. "She's my wife now." The ex gasped, "What!?"

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Cleo woke to the metallic tang of blood in the air and the blinding beam of light aimed directly at her face. She squinted, disoriented, as a shadowy figure loomed over her.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I had no idea you were still here," came a familiar voice.

As her vision cleared, she realized it was Sophie, her assistant, standing nervously by her desk.

"Oh my God, ma'am, your nose is bleeding again," Sophie exclaimed, panic lacing her words.

Cleo groaned softly and reached for the napkin sitting nearby. She dabbed at the blood with slow, deliberate movements, her exhaustion evident.

"Is my husband home yet?" Cleo asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No, ma'am," Sophie replied hesitantly.

Cleo wasn't surprised. She had grown accustomed to Ethan's absences. Married for five years, their relationship had started as a whirlwind romance. Ethan had been everything she dreamed of-attentive, loving, and ambitious. But ever since his promotion two years ago, he had become a different man: distant, impatient, and consumed by his work.

"I'm fine, Sophie. You can leave me now," Cleo said, forcing a weak smile.

Sophie hesitated, worry etched across her face, but she eventually nodded. "Alright, ma'am. Let me know if you need anything."

Cleo waited until Sophie was gone before standing from the desk. She moved unsteadily toward the bathroom cabinet, where she kept her medication. The sight of her reflection in the mirror made her pause. Pale skin, hollow eyes, and faint bruising beneath her nose-it was a stark reminder of her condition. Hemophilia had ruled her life for as long as she could remember, and the constant nosebleeds were only one of its many burdens.

After swallowing the prescribed pills, she crawled back into bed, exhaustion pulling her under.

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Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. Cleo blinked awake, immediately checking her pillow for bloodstains. To her relief, there were none.

As she stretched, the sound of movement caught her attention. Frowning, she turned toward the closet. Who could it be? She padded softly across the room and peeked inside.

"Ethan?" she said in surprise.

Her husband stood there, buttoning his shirt, seemingly unaware of her presence. Cleo smiled and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Good morning, my love."

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