When Billionaires meet

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

Tao Yaoyao

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.

Modern Parenting Ex-wife Drama

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Slamming the file in my hand I groan out loud in frustration, what exactly do I have to do before this people get the memo

The fact I haven't constantly been on their trail doesn't mean am disinterested or the fact that am a female makes them think am too easy

I scoff within myself, I will show them that no one messes with Zara Jiselle Beckett and goes scot free

"What did they say again??" I ask Devan my assistant whose head is currently bent, not wanting to be the at the receiving end of my anger

"We should come for a second review Jiselle" he said

Taking a deep breath I drew my chair closer and sat on it thinking hard on how to get them to sign.

A second review is what I don't have time for, for whatever reason sake. I do not have time for that right now

I need that space within a month so what in actual living daylights is all this second meeting and review

As the CEO of Beckett B&G empire am entitled to as much as seeing to the opening of our new hotel

As much as I do not want to be in this business, I do not have a choice as my father Mr. Gianni Beckett who has been running this company recently got himself in a sickly position and I have to take over

Been in this business for almost 2 years before the official takeover I know exactly how this thing work

Alot of people think been 25 and a female CEO means I have not nothing else to offer but my body

But then I have remarkable proven to them that I am more than they think me to be time without number

For Mr. Adams to ask for a second review means his asking for trouble and he knows it

Facing Devian whose face is still on the ground I said

"Make sure you gather every freaking information on Mr. Adams, am going to go through this in a way he doesn't expect me to"

He nodded bowed and left the office

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath trying not to clench my teeth.

The Hotel and suits industry still didn't get the memo did they? They seriously think i'm going to sit down and be one of those minions that know nothing

They've got another thing coming then.

My phone rang and I opened my eyes instantly, staring at it. My father splashed on the screen and I took a deep breath before answering

"Hello father"

"What is this, am I hearing Jiselle?" really holy cow. Standing up from my seat I started pacing around. I might as well be up and doing if am going to get a piece from father

"It's nothing we can't handle" I assured him

"Of course I know you can handle it but do you think the other competitors will let this slide? Second review takes months Jiselle and you know it, sort this out" he said in a stern voice that always made me flinch as a child

Well even right now I just flinch so the effects are still there

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