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Reborn As The Billionaire's Wife:The Despised Wife Shines On Live TV

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1121 | Released on: 08/05/2026

e was de

a voice scream

ou psycho!" another

nd around the grey bundle against her chest. She pushed her shoulder f

a rabid look in his eyes grabbed the edge of the swe

napped out like a viper. She grabbed the man's wrist, her thu

es buckling as he stumble

i. The aggressive pushing stopped. The crowd instinctively parted, l

ried Damien through the sliding

angry hum. The relative quiet of the VIP lounge felt like a sanctuary. Cecil

s breathing was still fast, but he wasn't cr

ding," a produ

hand. They walked down the jet bridge and stepped

ated. The moment Cecile stepped in, the

neer, let out a loud, theatrical scoff. "Wow. I can't believe they

ed loudly and pulled a grote

gings tighter. The woman's loud, ugly voice made his head hurt, and the sudden noise triggered a familiar, suffocating panic deep in

le's hand squeezed his shoulder

ad, walking past the pop star as if she were a piece of ugly furniture. S

ng awkwardly in the air, completely ignored. S

tress, lowered her sunglasses and watched

her pristine pastel cardigan and picked up a glass of warm milk from the flight atte

row. Her face was a mask

sound intimate, but loud enough for the microphone to c

to Damien. She held out the glass of milk. "Here, sweetie

d, he leaned his body weight entirely against Cecile's side, pres

irritation twitched at the corner of her left eye, but she q

Cecile said. Her voice was

in the cabin

file the producers sent to all of us. Did you not read

slightly in her hand. Her perfect facade cracked, exposi

Director Octavia's eyes lit up with gree

e touched down on a crack

it and dust hit the passengers. The celebrities groaned, p

the production, stood on the tarmac. "Welcom

hole on the dirt road. Damien's face turned a sickly shade

the palm. She pressed her thumb down, massaging in slow, firm circles. Within minutes, the color s

in the middle, displaying five photographs of houses. House 1 was a decent cabin. House 3 wa

x. "Draw your lots. This determines

ed forward. She pulled a st

ly and pulled a stick. "House 3." he read quietly. Abbey cla

he reached her hand in, her fingers brushed the bottom. She felt a

aw was

plain. She pulled the only loose st

number 5 star

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Reborn As The Billionaire's Wife:The Despised Wife Shines On Live TV

Bing Caratozzolo Billionaires

“Cecile jolted awake from months of prescription haze, only to realize she was trapped in a live reality show designed to destroy her. Her billionaire husband had orchestrated the broadcast to publicly humiliate her and elevate his own PR image. He ordered her to follow a degrading script. What was worse, her five-year-old son, Damien, was genuinely terrified of her. When an empty wine bottle rolled across the floor, the tiny boy instantly threw his arms over his head, bracing for a hit. The production crew shoved microphones into the trembling child's face, trying to trigger his trauma for ratings. The live chat cursed Cecile as a toxic abuser. The show's golden girl maliciously tried to poach Damien on camera to prove Cecile was an unfit mother. The crew even rigged the game, forcing Cecile and her son into a freezing, rotting mud shack with a collapsed roof. They were all just waiting for her to break down and beg. "A toxic woman like you doesn't deserve to be a mother." The crew read the hateful comments aloud, expecting a hysterical meltdown. The realization that she had been manipulated into destroying her own child hit Cecile like a physical blow. How could a father subject his own son to this public cruelty? The weak, easily manipulated Cecile was dead. She threw the PR script away, rolled up her sleeves, and picked up a rusted hammer. This time, she would protect her son and tear down anyone who stood in her way.”