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The Genius Heiress Divorces Her Billionaire

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 909    |    Released on: Today at 12:06

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ss suit. She stared at the heav

ed a polite, fake

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, forcing Agnes to bac

f white roses hung from the wall sconces. Edgardo ordered them p

her head to

. Her voice was flat and hard. It soun

ed. "Excuse

"I want every single anniversary decoration in this house t

ted her chin, trying to

ecorations, ma'am. He will be very angry i

to the housekeeper. She lo

paycheck, Agne

r mouth, but no

sonal trust fund paid for the estate's daily op

lowers are not in the incinerator in twenty minutes, you wil

odded quickly. She pulled a walkie-talkie from

er trunk down th

oor. She sat down on a single silk armchair. She cro

. They wore their sleep unif

r grey suit. They saw the dead look

ders into the room. They began ripping the silk ribbons

She bumped a heavy crystal

shattered into a hundred pieces. The loud n

ad with her arms, shaking violently. She waited for Arl

broken glass. Her exp

ine said calmly. "Do not bothe

errified the staff more than screaming ever coul

pped bare. The fake romance was gone. Only

ece of invisible dust off her sui

oward the fr

where are you going at this h

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estate," Arline said. "I d

e number for Cora Finch. Cora was Arline's personal

red on the

Caldwell estate. No

e pushed open the

he air smelled like wet

rch. The cold wind blew the loose strands

Maybach cut through the darkness. It p

coat. She ran up the steps and took the heavy trunk from Arlin

teps. She got into the b

the Caldwell estate. Sh

up. The Maybach d

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The Genius Heiress Divorces Her Billionaire
The Genius Heiress Divorces Her Billionaire
“On our third wedding anniversary, my husband skipped our celebration to comfort his fragile adopted sister. When I went to look for him in the middle of the night, I saw them intimately kissing in bed. "She is a spoiled heiress who cannot live without me. Let her wait." He scoffed to his sister, calling me a pathetic, clingy dog waiting for a scrap of attention. For three years, I gave up my career as a top surgeon and managed his estate like a compliant housewife. I swallowed my pride because my dying father desperately needed an experimental drug controlled by my husband's company. But when my father accidentally overheard how my husband humiliated me, the guilt gave him a severe heart attack. Waking up in the ICU, my father grabbed my hand and ordered me to divorce him. When I finally handed my husband the divorce papers on the street, he flew into a violent rage. "If you file these, I will cut off your father's medicine and leave you with nothing!" He threatened me, thinking I would drop to my knees and beg for his mercy. He didn't know that my personal trust fund was the only thing keeping his entire over-leveraged company from going bankrupt. I smiled calmly and executed the secret clause to instantly withdraw my two hundred million dollars. This time, I chose to burn his family's empire to the ground.”