The Untouchable Widow's Ruthless Vengeance

Chapter 6

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ut, Haden kicked the glass cof

gainst the wall. Glass shards and the fake u

esk. His eyes were red, th

ched under the desk and hit t

less handset off the desk, smashing it ag

he lapels of her suit jacket. He hauled her out

t flying in her face. "How dare yo

his grip, her face cold. "It's the bes

final spark. Haden's brain

her stomach. He lifted her up, throwing

ounded her fists against his back, her legs kicking w

er toward the back of the offic

d. He stepped inside and pressed t

r braced herself against the w

vate duplex apartment. He walked

pen. The door slammed against the w

e bed. She bounced once on the mattress

ising. He yanked her back, dragging her a

her thighs, stopping her from moving. His hands cla

ouldn't wait to get rid of me, could you?" he

side. She refused to answer

ane. The jealousy ate thr

h one hand. He grabbed the

hrough the quiet room. The expensive

t her bare skin. Her chest heav

tomach. It was flat. Toned. T

d, his voice cracking. He looked si

her bare stomach. The heat of h

ief washed over her. Tears pricked the

d. She looked up at the man holding her down,

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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.”