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Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret

Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1064    |    Released on: Today at 15:13

at the crisp edges of the ultrasound p

bruising rhythm. She shoved the paper-the one clearly stamped with the wo

he heavy oak door emitte

A bitter gust of late autumn wind swept into the entr

oad shoulders, making his sharp, unforgiving jawline look even more b

abit, she forced a welcoming smile and stepped fo

dodging her hands with

marched straight to the black marble kitchen island and slammed two thick stacks

e dropped to

ermination

the air out of her lungs. The b

th a harsh tug. He towered over her, his vo

d you really think you could use a parasite

ng her head frantically. "Ell,

s, but she dug her nails into her

e hand clamping around her jaw. His grip was a vise, forcing h

ke physical blows. "You aren't even fit to carry Georgina's

rgi

errated blade. The last flicker of hope in her

ly mechanical. "Sign the medical consent form and the non-disclosure divorce agree

nausea crashed int

mbled backward, slapping a hand over her mouth as her stomach viol

curled in a sneer. "Save the acting

ed her spine straight, her muscles trembling unde

de her

ion, she flipped to the signature page of the divorce NDA and signed her n

ion. His brow furrowed in

ve-million-dollar check. She threw them directly at Mr. Vanc

e was raw, scraped hollow by the acid

y as you wish. But I will handle the

osed the distance between them in one stride and grabbe

me are you playi

idn't pull away. She tilted her chin up, a

n let go of a dead woman. You

his deepest,

thunderous storm. He viol

ard, her lower back slamming hard again

asped, her hands instinctively flying to cover her fla

He stood over her, his

apartment tonight. And tomorrow at

front door slammed shut behind him, the force of

the apartment

binets, collapsing onto the hardwood floor. The tears fin

t the crumpled ultrasound paper. She buried her face in

ct you both.

hospital billing department flashed. It was a massive, six-fig

bers burned

leeve. The tears stopped. The warmth in her

ed the Steele Group's executive health

r copy of the signed divorce agreement, shoved it

he would wa

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Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret
Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret
“I discovered I was pregnant with twins from my marriage to Ell Steele, the ruthless CEO of the Steele Group. But he saw me as a gold-digging nobody, unworthy of his heir. He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw. I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files. She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me-only to find my prenatal pills and rage. At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace-Georgina's flawed design-was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot. Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty-how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain? Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover-time to bankrupt them all.”