His Betrayal, Her Billion-Dollar Revenge

husband, Cedric. I buried my true self-Eleanor Curry, heiress to

s, Cedric shielded his teammate, Cassidy, a

m tell his men. "She' s

le I was injured and feverish, to donate

room. Her injuries were a lie. It was all a "

ough my gown, I reached for the hidde

stantly. "Welcome home, litt

pte

ars of pretending to be someone I wasn't, all fo

a colossal private security firm, became Ella Hopkins. The quiet

e called it his escape from his high-stakes world. Now, t

ss the room. Her independence, her fierce spirit-these were the things he praised

e. His hand rested on her arm, a laugh escapin

led it later that night. His voice

time, a new hairline fracture in

eath dawned grey and heavy. A day

graveside alone. The cold m

my father's most trusted lieutenant, stood beside me. The loyalty

n my hands. The group's future, my

idy' s "minor injury"-a scraped knee, I hea

er, I met him at the door. "Where we

"Eleanor, can't you understand? This

was gone. And I, the 'meek wife,' was

napped. "You're just insecure. I

do you even do?" His words we

he wouldn't eat. Cedric and his comrades. "Useless trophy wife,"

hung in the air. A title he hims

r demise wasn't sudden. It was a slow, ag

The rigorous combat training I'd compl

y identity. For a love that

s returning. And she was

ep in the back of a cookie jar, h

tinged with relief. "Welcome home

rightful place by the new moon." My

tailored silhouettes. My hair, once loose, was pull

aluted crisply. "Commander." Th

ot made. And Cassidy needs her blood test res

eek wife would

Cassidy walked out of my bedroom, tightenin