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Too Late CEO: The Runaway Wife Returns

Chapter 5

Word Count: 859 | Released on: 09/05/2026

thly into the VIP drop-off la

dy waiting on the marble steps, her hands clasped nervous

anor gushed, walking quickly to keep up with

his voice bored. He only came here to e

nonymous overseas wire transfer just hit the school's account, sp

wall of fame lining the main corridor. Rows of f

ted over the

locked onto a photo

r shoes stopped dead

He stared at the camera with cold, indifferent eyes. His brow bone was slightly lowe

Just shrunk down to

his lungs. He couldn't breathe. He took a slow, stiff st

asped, the sound loud in the quiet ha

eanor's upper arm. His large han

cry of pain. "Mr. Holl

roared, his voice echoi

nce in his eyes. "He... he's a new transfer stu

ow to the head. The blood roared in his

ving her slightly. "Bring me hi

eather chair behind her desk. His large hands shook

hoto of a little girl. Stella. She had the exact same

ement, a bold notation read: Accelerated placement,

r: [B

Corrie

te paper hit him like a

. He sucked in a massive brea

he was dead-all of it vanished in a single second. It was instantly

asn't

hid his flesh and blood

eather chair flew backward, crashin

ice immediately," Damon ordered E

ncle came and picked them up ten minutes ago. He presented a legally notarized emerg

ch black. The temperatu

pping with venom. "What wild man is su

r's hand and looked at the digital

Pickup: M

nt jealousy chewed through Damo

e block," Damon comma

s. "Locking down an Upper East Side block will bring the NYPD i

ncurl. He walked to the sec

an-Mael-was holding Stella's hand

ped. He turned his head and looked directly up at the

deliberate, moc

saw his own arrogant expressi

ng sound. He cracked his knuckles, the

d marched to

el Corbin," Damon barked at Brad.

Chapter End

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“Corrie lay restrained on the sterile hospital bed, her wrists bleeding against the thick leather straps. Her husband, Damon, walked in with eyes entirely black with disgust and ordered the nurse to drain her rare blood. He believed Corrie had pushed Kara, the woman he claimed as his savior, and he was willing to drain Corrie dry to save her. "As long as she doesn't die, keep drawing. Kara's life is worth a hundred of hers." He ignored the frantic beeping of her heart monitor and walked out, leaving her slipping into hypovolemic shock. Using her last ounce of strength, Corrie escaped the clinic and hailed a taxi in the freezing rain, just wanting to survive. But the driver locked the doors and deliberately drove the speeding car straight off the bridge into the raging Hudson River. As the icy water swallowed her and she tried to swim out of the shattered windshield, a black-gloved hand grabbed her ankle. The inhuman grip dragged her down into the crushing, dark depths, filling her lungs with liquid fire. As her vision faded to black, Corrie's heart shattered into a million pieces. Why did the man she loved believe a lying stranger over his own wife? And who was the assassin in the dark water making sure she died? Five years later, Corrie walked out of the airport with a new, untouchable identity and a pair of genius twins. The freezing river had permanently ruined her heart and lungs, but it had also forged her into a ruthless survivor. She swore to never let the Holloway family touch her again, until her son's identical icy blue eyes caught the attention of the billionaire CEO she thought she had escaped.”