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Divorced Wife's Secret Twins: Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 957    |    Released on: Today at 15:13

in the administrative wing, h

to the system, her jaw locked tight as she fo

el No. 5 hit her senses be

n front of Aubree's desk. Her red-soled

t to Aubree's keyboard. The dark brown liquid sloshed over the

d. She pulled a tissue from the box and meth

made Brittany's face

-plan office could hear. "Are you entirely useless, Au

e was going to defend a bottom-tier assistant against t

ee is not in my job description. And I am currently process

ed forward and snatched the damp r

office to threaten me, you

ilting her neck. A dark, purplish br

enthouse last night," Brittany whisp

ad been in that penthouse last night. S

the overpowering perfume, triggered

h hands over her mouth, shoved Brittany hard in

heels catching on the carpet. Sh

" Brittany shrieked at

the private executiv

r managers. His cold eyes landed exactly on the

ed into a mask of pure, trembling victimhood. She r

g his arm. "Your assistant ju

he restroom doors. His jaw ticked. He was absolutely certain Aubr

. She dry-heaved violently, her knuckles turning white. Her throat

ruthlessly against her face. The freezing t

ow reflection in the mirror.

n, her eyes immediately dropping to Aubree's slightly

eached into her pocket and pulled ou

d, forcing a weak, self-deprecatin

aze lingered for a second befo

those delayed financial reports. Don't tell me you let a spilled coffee ruin your entire workflow. Be

g into her palms so har

t meant she was one step away f

loor, half of her desk was empty. Her files, he

President's suite, sipping the iced American

esk buzzed. Mr. Vance's ro

rchive room immediately. You are reassigne

rounding coworkers whispered, looking

desk and swept her few remaining pens and a mug into it. Her

box toward the f

he gaps in the blinds. Ell was sitting at his massive maho

. A cold, dead smi

heavy metal doors of the freigh

buzzed in

. An encrypted message flashed on the bl

a has been intercepted

exhaustion in her eyes vanished, repl

lew across t

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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.”