The CEO's Unwanted Wife Strikes Back

Chapter 6

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atum echoing in her ears. She didn't go back to the hotel. I

a dark, exclusive bar in SoHo. Isabelle Sterling, her best friend since boa

mmanded, her sharp blue eyes miss

Julian's refusal, the humiliation with Seraphina, and finall

"Well," she said, taking a large sip of her drink. "The

gin burning a welcome trail down her throat. "He's trap

red to you that a man who goes to such extreme, psychopathic length

to even consider. "No. It's not about me. It's about c

er and Julian in the back of his car after a gala. The ensuing scandal that threatened to tank both their f

Eleanor finished, staring into her glass.

, Eleanor? Who leaked it to the press? It was all a little too perfect, was

'd been fed. She had been too caught up in her own humiliation. She shook her head, di

, you moved out. That's the first victory. The war isn't over." She ra

hed Eleanor's lips. She clinked her g

ass of untouched whiskey in his hand. He was supposed to be finalizing a deal with his friend

g her phone since s

low whistle. "Isn't that your wife? L

at Isabelle, a genuine, radiant smile he hadn't

is ear. "Sir, we've confirmed it. Mrs. Vance contacted a private appraiser this a

ing plans to fight her father for

up from below, louder than the ambient

ike a physical blow. It

er the pressure of his grip. The

him, grinned. "Freedom? Sounds like congratula

hed himself to his feet in

business partners, his voi

staircase, his eyes locked on hi

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“For three years, I endured a freezing, arranged marriage with Julian Carlisle-Vance, foolishly hoping my childhood crush would eventually warm his heart. But the moment his "friend" Seraphina called about a minor wrist ache, he abandoned me in our bed, rushing to her side and publicly flaunting his devotion online. When I finally handed him the divorce papers, willing to walk away with absolutely nothing, he refused to sign. Instead, he blackmailed me. He blocked the settlement for my younger brother's impending assault charges, using his freedom as leverage to force me into a sick ultimatum. "The marriage stays on paper, but in private, you will be my mistress." He wanted to strip me of my dignity, keeping me as a secret plaything while my own father conspired with Seraphina, putting my late mother's precious jadeite necklace up for auction just to punish my disobedience. Julian even twisted a moment of my vulnerability, accusing me of secretly loving his dead brother, using that paranoid delusion as an excuse to ruthlessly degrade me. I didn't understand why the man I loved hated me so much, or why my own family would sell my mother's soul to the highest bidder just to keep me leashed to a psychopath. But when I saw my mother's necklace headlining the Sotheby's VIP preview, the suffocating despair inside me finally burned away into a cold, clear rage. I wiped my tears and calmly began planning my appearance at the auction. They thought the necklace was a chain to bind me, but I was going to make it my weapon.”