The Scorned Woman's Unstoppable Rise

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violent thud. Beth stood there, framed in the doorway, two burly bodyguards flanking her like silent sentinels. Her eyes, usually sh

r shoulder. Her expression was a mixture of horror and seething anger. She knelt

fixed on Chris Finley, who stood frozen, her triumphant smirk slowly melting into a mask of d

from her wallet. I snatched it, my fingers trembling, and flung it ac

isper, but laced with a chilling finali

down, picked it up, her eyes narrowing. "This isn't the end, you know," she sneered, her voice trembling

aten me, then waved her hand at us. "Fine. Get out

y joint screamed. It was a slow, agonizing process. With Beth's help, I finally stood, swaying sligh

had secured, I slumped onto a plush sofa. "Thank you, Beth,

"Don't be ridiculous. What happened? Who did this to you? An

. And he chose her. He chose her over me. Some brother he is." My voice was laced with a venom I hadn't

in my body. "I need to speak with him. A serious conversation

adn't called in months. Bradley Wheeler. The general manager of the flagship Cardenas hotel. I had personally scouted and hir

e a crisp, professional vo

emotion, a stark contrast to the hurricane r

He clearly recognized the unusual nature of my call. "Ms.

ight," I replied, my gaze hardening

nas." His tone was i

Effective this second. She is no longer welcome on any Cardenas property. Inform secu

knew Chris was Hector's girlfriend. He knew the poten

certain?" he finally mana

of hesitation, if I see her shadow on any of my properties again, I will personally pull

to attention, laced with a fear that was both satisf

my decision. Beth looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix

, ignoring the sharp protest of

ked, already mov

e distant point. "Then the hospital. I want this docu

calm and steady as I recounted the assault, the threats, the extortion. Every word was precise, detached, a surgical repo

ng, a minor concussion. The medical report, thick with clinical terminology, was a brutal testament to the violence I had endured. Holding it in my hand, my anger intensified, burning away the

eth, my voice flat. "I want h

up. "My assistant just pinged his

"Let's go. And make sure the driver and my per

er clothes. The unlimited credit cards. All gifts. From me. A misguided attempt to buy his love, his acceptance, his respect. A heavy weight pressed down on me, a mixture of phys