The Untouchable Widow's Ruthless Vengeance

Chapter 3

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back door of the black Maybach waiting at the curb and threw himself into the leather seat. He

mirror. His eyes flicked to the blood smeared on

d out a heated towel. "Do you need a hospit

fell to the floorboard, steaming. He didn'

il he could breathe. He turned his head and stare

in his mind. Her cold, dead eyes.

arm back and drove his fist into the leather armrest. Th

rtition. The glass slid up smoothly, cutting off the front seat. H

s the rhythmic thumping of the windshi

ow sound, completely devoid of humor. It wa

s voice raw. "Three years I've pictu

ous. "Sir, personal vendettas aren't good for

d. "I want to burn it all down. I want to destroy everyth

ght she left hit him like a freight train. The empty apartment

against the cuff of his sleeve. The cold met

gift she had ever given him. He

e he had for her twisted together i

Haden ordered, his voice

ir, they are our biggest rival. They've been t

l, sharp expression. "Good.

at the rain sliding down the glass. "I want to see the lo

ter than to ar

roplaned slightly on the wet pavement. It took the co

faded into cold, hard calculation. He wasn't

to the storm, leavi

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The Untouchable Widow's Ruthless Vengeance

Shangyou Fusu Billionaires

“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.”