The CEO's Unwanted Wife Strikes Back

Chapter 7

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sical force, a drop in temperature that commanded attention. Amber, a cocktail waitress, moved to inte

he muttered, instinctively shifting to pl

by gin and a white-hot fury, she met his ga

the bottom of the stairs, pulled out his phone, and typed a qui

wn. The messag

r deal. Or Leo

. To threaten her, here, now. The

he said to Isabelle, he

floor. She stopped directly in front of him, so close she could see the faint lines

?" she asked, her voice low but vibrati

hispers started to ri

something other than coldness there. But it was gone as quickly as it came.

reckless laugh bubbled up in

The move was so unexpected it pulled him off balance, forcing him to stumble a step closer to

forced to look down into her blazing

a low purr of defiance. "Let's find a place wh

frontation. But he wouldn't yield control. He stood rigid, a

to treat her like a hysterical s

ce just enough for the surrounding tables to hear clea

d underestimated her. He thought she would crumble, but he had pushed her p

iptoes, bringing her lips so close to his ear that they almost b

hot against his ear, the w

swear to God, Julian, I will kiss y

ublic image. A messy, emotional scene was his worst nightmare. A public display of aff

t, clean scent of his skin, mixed with the expensive whi

ry and something else, something she couldn't name. For a lo

rip. Without a word, he turned and began pulling her through the crowd, toward a hallway

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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.”