Pariah

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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"DAPHNE, this is wrong," Rage hushed tones sending electrifying volts through Daphne's system.

Rage is on top of her, showering her with hot wet kisses all over her face and body... Daphne couldn't have asked for anything more.

Daphne locked her gaze on him. "How could this possibly be wrong, Rage?"

He averted her gaze. "I shouldn't have allowed this to happen between us; I shouldn't have let my emotions control me. I know what we have is forbidden..."

Daphne's fingertips trace Rage's perfect jawline. "Forbidden? How can you say that, Rage, when we know the undeniable attraction between us?" she questioned.

"For God's sake, Daphne! You're my sister! I shouldn't be crossing lines!"

Daphne's brow merges into a single thin line. "Sister? You know we're not real siblings, Rage. Father happened to adopt you, but we're not related, you know that,"

Daphne couldn't fathom Rage's pride. "Besides... father loves you, and our parents will never be mad if they find out what's going on between us," she persuaded him.

Rage appears confused and frustrated. Daphne has no idea as to why Rage considers their "relationship" to be a grave sin.

"Oh... Daphne, I don't know what to do with you anymore,"

She laughed and looked him in the eyes, expressing how much she loved him. She is madly in love with Rage. For her, Rage is her everything.

"How about you stop talking and continue to pleasure me..." she said as she bit her lower lip.

She's never been this daring before. With Rage, he could even melt the ice within her. His name is perfectly suited to him. He's as hot as fire and can melt a block of ice.

Rage's lip twitched. He's smirking at her. And he looks so dashing with this expression on his face.

"You want me that badly, Daphne?" he murmured in her ear. His hands were circling her naked body.

She can't stop herself from closing her eyes. "Yes, Rage! Yes!" she moaned in delight.

Rage is powerless to oppose the beautiful "canvass" in front of him. His Daphne is absolutely stunning. She's a perfect creation.

"Tell me what you want me to do with you," Rage challenged her.

She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Their gazes locked with equal fervor.

She is a shy and reserved individual. However, when it comes to Rage, he can bring out her wild side. "I want you to fuck me, Rage. I want to taste you all. Devour my body and soul. Take me with all your might!" she begged.

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