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Make Him Pay: My Ultimate Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 834    |    Released on: 15/04/2026

thick stack of papers

She flipped straight to the back pages and aggressive

lipboard down on

or standing behind the counter. "If Corrine Ratcliff dies in that room, the

zing hour

lly, the red light above the op

s blue scrubs were covered in massive, dark red bloodst

tic waiting chair. She ran o

ve?" Eleano

vered twins. A boy and a girl. The boy's we

pped. A small, relieved

ession didn't change

voice grim. "Her lungs are severely underdeveloped. She's in

the OR doors opened again. Two nurses ra

the size of Eleanor's hand. Her skin was a terrifying shade of purple

It felt like a giant han

as the nurses pushed the incubator down the

turned back to Dr. Finch. "

suffered uterine atony after the delivery.

stopped

oss sent her into deep hemorrhagic shock. She is in the ICU. We are mo

ed wall until she hit the floor. She buried her face

i

tion sound came

as an alert from her special Twitter follows. Cristofer

e screen. The text w

They were simply enjoying a beautiful weekend together at a privat

of Cristofer and Arielle clinking champa

nd. Then she looked down the hall at the flashing red

nding rage shot str

rned and hurled it as hard as she could at a massive, a

AS

nds of sharp ceramic shar

e security guards rea

he pointed at the brok

e empty air, her teeth grinding togethe

ulled a solid metal American Express Black Car

urity VIP penthouse suite on the

ed, intimidated

her eyes completely dead, "if anyone with the last name Clarke st

the NICU. She stood outside the large glass window, st

ag. She dialed the encrypted number

red imme

voice as sharp as a razor. "Find out exactly what happened last

e hospital window began to slow, but Elean

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“After growing up in an orphanage, Corrine thought marrying billionaire Cristofer Clarke would finally give her a loving family. But her husband didn't care about her; he was busy hosting a late-night pool party with a Hollywood actress while she went into agonizing premature labor. During her emergency C-section, Corrine nearly bled to death alone, and her newborn daughter was sent to the NICU fighting for her tiny life. But nobody told Cristofer the truth about her suffering. A corrupt nanny easily framed Corrine as an unstable mother who starved his unborn heirs. So he ruthlessly ordered his team to lock her in a psychiatric ward, while his aristocratic mother and sister stormed her ICU room, throwing a relinquishment contract onto her bleeding surgical wounds. "We're actually doing you a favor, sweetie. Because honestly? Who knows who the father of those premature freaks really is." After surviving hemorrhagic shock and watching her husband walk in to look at her with pure disgust, her last shred of hope completely shattered. Sitting up with fresh blood soaking her torn stitches, Corrine ripped the contract to shreds and stared dead into his eyes. "That's right. I'm just in it for the money. Get your checkbook ready, Cristofer. I'll see you in court."”