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The Untouchable Widow's Ruthless Vengeance

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 484    |    Released on: Today at 14:22

. She smoothed down her skirt, brushing

around the desk. She sat back down in he

extremely satisfied. "Glad to see yo

set her Chanel handbag down with a thud. She opened t

ny desk and slammed the paper

-and-white ult

ounced, her voice high and

ouch, went completely still for a fract

fake, mocking smile spread a

twisting pain gripped her stomach.

ced the emotion down and looked at

around the fetus was slightly off. The date s

ta in a millisecond. It wa

l's eyes darted to the side for a

grandchild a name," he demanded. "Or I go to the New York T

girl would just destroy the evidence. They would deny

She looked at Haden, and a perfect

n," she said softly. "

e smile vanished from his face. His eyes w

r the family trust bylaws, I need three days to prepare

ughed, a greasy, satisfied sound

she hooked her arm through her father's. They walked o

. The air felt thick

an possessed. He walked toward the desk, his eyes

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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.”