Reborn To Ruin My Cheating Tycoon Husband

arrier against his rage. He wanted to break it down. He wanted to

ocked out of his own bedroom, in his own

pocket. He pulled it o

e a bad feeling. Like somethi

ling him from the whirlpool of his anger and frustration. Delila was f

vulnerability to Erin's cold, ha

rds the foyer. He snatched his keys from the bowl on the console table and le

chime of the private elevator descendin

had taken

y adjoined to the bedroom and sat down at her laptop. Her finge

owed the details of an American Express Centurion Card. His card

sprees at Bergdorf's and Chanel, buying things she

would be her seed

er lawyer begin the filing process the day she woke up, and the final confirmation had arrived this morning.

he blue-chip stocks and market darlings. Her target was a handful

chip that would send its stock value into the stratosphere. Another held the patent for a da

x Holdings account

t attack. Millions of dollars flowed from the Centurion card's credit line into the

reen blurred. Ten mil

ear. It was like performing surge

ere complete, she picked up her ph

e," a crisp v

at a charity event in her past life. A shark, but an

. We're moving for

er of Dumbo and Williamsburg. To the Manhattan elite, it was a wasteland of

e rebranded as the "Silicon Slip," home to tech startups a

proach the owner, a man nam

bove market value. All cash

the line. "Mrs. Winters, that's a significa

aid, her voice like ice. "It's Crockett Wi

t the pale, conservative gowns Crockett preferred and pulled out a backless sheath dress in a vibrant, defiant crimson.

ight of dawn was beginnin

knew the bank's fraud alerts would be screamin

was coming. And sh