The Billionaire's Rival: My Sweet Revenge

Author: Dolorita Drinker

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 1049 | Released on: 20/01/2026

Birkin bag until her knuckles turned white. The room was too quiet. The silence was heavy, pressing against her eardrums, a

n at her wrist

man she had hired wal

th a glass or ice. She twisted the cap off and downed it in one go. The alcohol burned her throat, a sharp, chemical fire that settled in her stomach. This wasn't about courage; it was part of the c

Not a hair out of place, her makeup flawless, her Chanel suit modest and expensive. It

hate

louse. She tried to pull her lips into a seductive smile, something w

th the messages. The one with the pictures of the nineteen-year-old hostess. Two years of marriage, two y

y. They were slow, deliberate. They

er lungs until they burned. This is a transa

over the handle. She could do this. She

was not the "Kyle" fr

cost more than her car. His hair was dark, his jawline sharp

ropped. The air left

son J

who owned half of New York's biotech sector and had

n her body, lingering on the unbuttoned collar of her blouse, be

His voice was deep, scr

pierced through her. Sh

hand against the wood and slid the toe of his polished Oxford sho

s the high, breathy pitch she reserved for char

his pocket and turned the screen toward her. It was a screenshot. A confi

VPN when you book these t

hitting the edge of the bed. He knew. He had the proof. Her l

door click shut behind him. The lo

obacco and sandalwood. He went straight to the minibar, picked

turned to face her. "This is me

eaving behind a cold, hard clarity. There was no point in the

n went up. The fear vanished from her ey

pped an octave, stripping away the b

edom in his eyes cracked. He looked at her, r

money," he said, wa

s trying to roar?" She crossed her arms. "Go ahead. He'll hate you f

ar while holding her gaze. "Kyle. It's Juarez. Your client at the Pierre has

the bed. It bounced once

s inches from her ear. She could feel the heat radiating off him. "That escort... he's

not from fear, but

spered, his voice rough, "if you want to make Brit

his dark eyes lo

nee

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The Billionaire's Rival: My Sweet Revenge

Dolorita Drinker Modern

“I had spent two years playing the perfect Stepford Wife to billionaire Brittain Kane, acting as the obedient accessory while he built his empire. I played the fool until I found his second phone, the one filled with messages and photos of a nineteen-year-old hostess. Determined to balance the scales, I checked into the Pierre Hotel and spent twenty-five thousand dollars to hire a high-end male escort. I wanted one night of rebellion to wash away the two years of humiliation and finally even the score. But when the heavy footsteps stopped outside my door, the man who walked in wasn't the professional I had booked. It was Harrison Juarez-my husband's most ruthless business rival and supposed "best friend." He stood there in a suit that cost more than my car, holding a screenshot of my scandalous booking on his phone. My blood turned to ice as I realized my carefully constructed exit plan was over. He had the proof, the leverage, and the power to leave me with nothing in a divorce. He mocked my "cheap courage" and told me that sleeping with a hired hand wouldn't hurt a man like Brittain; he'd just pay the guy off and buy me a new car to shut me up. The fear inside me snapped, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. I looked at the man who held my life in his hands and realized he wasn't there to expose me. He was there because he was petty, effective, and wanted to destroy Brittain just as much as I did. "If you really want to make Brittain Kane lose his mind," Harrison whispered, his voice rough against my ear, "you don't need a gigolo. You need me." I didn't hesitate. I reached into my bag, pulled out my husband's black Centurion card, and tossed it at my husband's greatest enemy. I told him to book the most expensive penthouse in the city, because if I was going to ruin my marriage, I was going to do it on Brittain's dime with the one man he feared most.”