HER MAJESTY HIS ROYALTY

The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback

Zhi Yao

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

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His majesty

Richard dropped the phone and slamed it on the wall out of annoyance. His mother had managed to get on his nerves this time around and he was too afraid to admit she was successful on ruining his good day. Now things will have to go dangerous.

"Sir, is everything okay?" His secretary of two weeks entered into his office when she heard the noise.

"Did I ask you to come in?" He asked with anger.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean To invade on your privacy. I heard the noise and I decided to check Ij on you" she explained

"Without my permission?" He inquired.

"Do I need your permission to check up on you sir"

"Get out of my office, you're fired. Don't let me come back and meet your things on that desk. Clear it out and leave" he stormed out of his office hitting Vanessa on her shoulder as he made his way out.

Richard was never happy to see his mother, maybe it's due to the fact that the two were never close enough from birth or because his mother had always been busy going after her husband's side chicks and she never had the time to check up on him but now that the man is done having his own fair share of the women in the world., she decided to give her only son the attention she thinks he deserves and that is one thing that annoyed Richard the most.

He got into his car and drove off angrily to the building that he had always hid from—his mother's company.

"Tiffany and co, how may I help you?" he could hear the receptionists on the hallway attending to their customers on the phone and he proceeded to talk to one of them that was less busy.

"Good day, Mr Amaan, how may I help you sir?" He couldn't hide the look on his face

"How do you know I'm Amaan, I was never here before?" He asked

"Our superior here called me to attend to you immediately you stepped into the building" he looked around once more and realized there were CCTV around and that's what the superior would have used.

He nodded before talking. "Is Tifanny around?, I'll very much like to see her"

"Please follow me" the receptionist walked with him in tow to the office.

"Thank you" he said curtly before entering the office without knocking

"I thought I raised you better to know you should knock before entering an office. It's a privacy issue" Tiffany raised her head from the work that had gotten her attention all morning to give her son a smile.

"All you did was raise my father, not me. That same privacy issue got my secretary fired this morning, just reciprocate that and tell me to get out of your office and never come back" he said without walking away from the door.

"I'm not gonna do that, so son, sit down. You've been standing all the while" she gestured him to a sit.

"That's so nice of you Tiffany. Thank you"

"Sarcasm, I know you much better than this"

"I don't think so" he counters back.

No matter how much his mother had tried to make things right, he was always there to bring them back to where they started from.

Tiffany looked at her son who physique was good enough to bring any girl down to his service yet the 27 Years old was nowhere ready to settle down.

That was Tiffany's major concern.

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