Too Late Mr CEO: I Am Gone

Chapter 6

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get you to a hospital!" Chanel's voice was a high

Eleanore. "How could you be

ted her, her voice flat and c

aught up. She took in the scene-Eleanore pale and defian

yelled, planting herself in front of Eleanore like a

furious, still fixed on Eleanore. He spoke to Chanel, but his wo

t an ex-wife. Just a thing that was not behaving as it shou

ling her friend's arm. She wouldn't

ow. He watched them go, a dark expressio

re's phone rang. It

. Mr. Sterling requests your presence at a family

g that I decline," Eleanor

to remind you of the non-disclosure agreement. Your actions in a public space last night could

hort, bitter sound. "

ick said smoothly. "Furthermore, Mr. Sterling is prepared to

Dollars. To atte

t. It was a command, wrapped in money and

growing inside her. She needed this capital to jump-start her

transferred?" she asked

of your verbal agreem

anore said.

r, her phone buzzed with another wire tra

nothing. It was all just a series of numbers. Her relationship w

silent, gleaming Rolls-Royce, pu

ening gown. Her makeup was flawless, her expression serene. She loo

and slid in, not looki

otten ache in his chest. Then he remembered she was only here beca

his voice cold as he started the engine

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Too Late Mr CEO: I Am Gone

Xiao Ziyi Romance

“For three years, I played the perfect, obedient wife to billionaire Donovan Sterling, filling his grand estate with his favorite white roses. But the moment his true love returned, he threw a divorce agreement on the table and told me to get out. He offered a pitiful ten million dollars to buy back my youth. When I demanded the shares he legally promised, he pinned me against the marble vanity, violently punishing my defiance. The humiliation only escalated. Forced to attend a final family dinner, his true love deliberately pulled us both into the freezing estate pool, screaming that I had pushed her. I couldn't swim. As icy water filled my lungs, I saw Donovan dive in. A foolish flicker of hope ignited, but he swam right past my thrashing body, desperately pulling her to safety while I sank into the dark depths. When a bodyguard finally dragged me out, Donovan's family surrounded me with disgusted glares, accusing me of attempted murder. Looking at my husband tenderly wrapping his jacket around the woman who just framed me, the last bit of warmth in my heart turned to ash. He didn't know I was secretly carrying his child, and now, he never would. I didn't cry or beg for his trust. "Bring up the security footage from the pool cameras," I told the family patriarch calmly. It was time to take my hundred million dollars and walk away forever.”