The Untouchable Widow's Ruthless Vengeance

Author: Shangyou Fusu

Chapter 1

Word Count: 805 | Released on: Today at 14:22

e of the Manhattan club, tires slicing through the puddles

nd. He popped open a massive black umbrella

ough the leather instantly. She didn't flinch. She registered the ruin of a thousand-dollar shoe with

forward, his hand raised to block her path.

olently until the man's arm was pinned behind his back, his face smash

e reached out and pushed open the

mixed with the high-pitched shrieks of drunk socialites. The sudd

urned, shivering from the d

the dancers; they parted for her, sensing the cold fury

flashing neon lights. S

the velvet cushions. Her shirt was torn at the collar, her mas

em. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, w

ty whiskey bottle from a passing wait

ring glass was so violent it made the DJ jump, his hand reflexively slamming the crossfader to zero. The he

hard of glass had sliced his cheek. A thin line of blood ap

f it isn't the Baldwin widow." He spat the words, his voice echoing i

orward, her heels crushing the broken glass. The

across the face. The crack of her pal

side. He roared, pulling hi

nected with the back of Kian's knee. A

-strewn floor, crying out as

f broken glass from the floor. She pressed the jagged

A thin line of dark red blood wel

thing but absolute, terrifying emptiness. His

ow and steady. "Then get out of New York. I

'm sorry! I'll go! I'm leaving!" He scrambled to his feet the moment Emb

to the table. She pulled a monogrammed handkerchief fro

ocked onto Haden, who hadn't mo

rly, the word cutting t

ack appeared in the crystal. He squeezed harder until the glas

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“I spent three years keeping the Baldwin tech empire from crumbling after my husband died. But his nephew, Haden, despised me, convinced I was just a gold-digging widow who stole his inheritance. The breaking point came when our biggest rival stormed into my executive office. His daughter slapped a sonogram on my desk, claiming she was pregnant with Haden's baby to force a hostile corporate merger. Instead of denying the obvious trap, Haden used the moment to completely humiliate me. He pointed down at his expensive leather shoe right in front of our worst enemies. "Come tie it for me. Auntie." After forcing me to kneel, he dragged me to his penthouse in a psychotic fit of jealousy, tore my silk shirt open, and violently accused me of carrying his dead uncle's bastard. Meanwhile, our rivals threatened to tank our stock and ruin the family name if I didn't approve the marriage contract in three days. They all thought I was completely cornered. They thought my cold silence meant I was a fragile woman finally broken by their ruthless power plays. They didn't know I had already spotted the doctored pixels on their cheap, fake ultrasound. I smiled and agreed to their three-day deadline. They thought I was preparing a press release for a Wall Street wedding. They had no idea I was preparing a superyacht, a heavy-duty crane, and a bucket of bloody chum to feed the fake bride's real lover to the Great Whites on a live broadcast.”