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The Untouchable Widow's Ruthless Vengeance

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 774    |    Released on: Today at 14:22

oom, ignoring their protests. He stepped into the hallway and pulled the heavy doub

e low hum of the ventilation system and the harsh

lled them off finger by finger, the leather peeling away f

he said, her voice flat and b

e whiskey glass. He didn't wipe it. He didn't even look at it. The crimson drops splattered onto t

rturned with a crash, skidding across the floor a

in waves. His bleeding hand left faint red smears on the velvet wallpaper as he passed.

er spine was ramrod strai

ith a dull thud, the impact knocking the air from her lungs as he caged her in. His bleedi

of her neck. He inhaled deeply, his nose dr

st her skin, his voice rough and drunk

eyes were like ice. "Watch your mouth," she said

blow. Three years of suppressed jea

ng into her jaw. The metallic scent of his own blood mixed wit

k. It was brutal, punishing, and tasted like stale whiskey and blood-

r's chest. She immediately shoved

t, pushing hard. His body was like a b

h and bit down on h

both their mouths-fresh and warm,

d harder, deepening the kiss, mixing their blood

pped back an inch, his chest heaving. His bleeding hand

his, he couldn't tell. His eyes were wild, like a starving wolf. The cu

this city," he whispered, his breath

he face. The sound cracked through the room lik

er wrist with his bloody hand before she could pull it back. He squeezed

her brow fur

g into the door frame as he walked out. He kicked the ruined coffee table out of the way

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The Untouchable Widow's Ruthless Vengeance
The Untouchable Widow's Ruthless Vengeance
“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.”