Too Late, Billionaire: Watch Me Leave

Chapter 6

Word Count: 625 | Released on: 20/04/2026

red-brick walk-up in Brooklyn. Ciara paid the dr

hen climbed three flights of stairs. The smell of dust and ol

re she wasn't Mrs. Webb, but LUNA, the anonymous,

lked to the far wall and moved a large, abstract p

e code. The sa

der different names, and the keys to a series of offs

the door made her jump. The o

the safe shut, pushed the painting b

through t

was dark, furious. Behind him, two of his bodyguards stood

oor right now," his voice was a low, dan

, and pulled the door open. She met hi

ame making the space feel even smaller. He looked ar

y think you could hide from me? I placed a micro-tracker in the lining of your vintage leathe

o an old wooden desk, pulled open

with the arrogance of a man who had never been disobeyed. "If this little tan

ess smile tou

ed the folder down on the s

e was in bold, black let

as already scrawled at the bo

constricted. For the first time, she saw a crack

g her face for a sign, any sign

eyes were as cold a

aid, her voice steady. "I'm waiv

possessive fury. He lunged forward, his fingers cl

d, his face inches from hers. "

immense, but she didn't fl

one with the angry, blistered b

echoed in the

said, her voice

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Katie Oettgen Billionaires

“For three years, Ciara played the perfect, invisible protocol wife to billionaire Jordon Webb. But on the day she finally held a positive pregnancy test, he abandoned her mid-sentence to rush to the side of his ex-lover, Jasmine. Seeking answers, Ciara went to his Wall Street office, only to be publicly humiliated by his family. His cousin intentionally poured scalding espresso over her hand, leaving her skin blistered and raw. "She's a protocol wife. She knows her place. She's replaceable." Hearing Jordon's cold words to his friends shattered her. When he finally appeared, instead of defending his injured wife, he furiously scolded her for causing a scene and ruining his company's image. That night, while Jordon stayed at the hospital holding a perfectly fine Jasmine in his arms, Ciara was left completely alone in their dark, empty penthouse. A sudden, agonizing cramp ripped through her abdomen. She suffered a devastating miscarriage, bleeding out on the cold marble floor with no one to answer her cries. A decade of loving him had left her with a dead baby, a ruined hand, and absolute despair. Why did she have to lose her child while he fiercely protected the woman who mocked her existence? The next morning, her sorrow burned away into cold, hardened ash. Ciara signed the divorce papers, waiving all alimony, and left them behind. Jordon had no idea that his docile, charity-case wife was actually LUNA, the world-famous anonymous couture designer. She packed her bags, walked out of the penthouse, and prepared to take her life back.”