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Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1043    |    Released on: Today at 19:58

deep into Gracie's

emors running through her frame. She was shivering from the sheer physiological

turned toward him. Her voice was flat,

s?" Chas snapped, his voice sharp and venomous to

want the Manhattan tabloids photographing the Hamilton

Chas's other arm with both hands,

er face against his bicep. "The bone feels like it's cramping. Ple

sharp, rag

k, blood-stained bandages encasing Gracie's forearm. The sight of that crimson flu

udden, decisive jerk, he shook

s tone clipped. "He will coordinate with the

a sudden, venomous resentment before sh

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er her. He didn'

ms beneath Gracie's legs and back, and hoisted h

aged right arm slammed hard against his firm chest, sending an agonizing jolt of

teeth, her uninjured left hand pushing violently against hi

has growled, his jaw locked tight as he tightened his hold

ed, plunging them into the qui

's familiar scent-expensive cedarwood and cold tob

he brushed metal wall. Her jaw remained clamped shut, refusi

wn at her pale

t him with quiet warmth and unspoken devotio

ol clawed violently at his ribs, triggering an

i

king garage. A blast of damp, exhaust-heavy a

ard the sleek black Maybach, hurried foot

g for breath, throwing her body directly in front

cried, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks a

t was supposed to be mine for two years, and now yo

t out a soft, mocking breath, her

s excessive. Actresses on Bro

a wailed, her knees buckling dramatically as she s

surgery alone for years, and the moment

looked down at the woman in his arms, his

that soup wasn't completely intentional, it was

into his furious gray

who just lost a layer of skin is supposed to b

lled, his arms squeezing tighter around her, nearly c

out from between her blood-stain

of fear in her amber eyes rattled him to

silence, Anabella suddenly

as! My

he rough concrete floor, her shoulder deliberately

s dilated in

ars ago flashed before his eyes-the terrified girl crying in the dark wa

alse guilt, Chas did the one thing t

s opene

ing ground beneath him, he lunged fo

o time to br

ut hesitation, slamming violently onto the wet,

AC

crete cavern as her bandaged right arm and back

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Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon
Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon
“For two years, Gracie Waller lived as the secret, contractual wife of billionaire heir Chas Hamilton, quietly managing his life and enduring his cold indifference. With only thirty days left on their agreement, Chas's childhood sweetheart, Anabella, returned. To frame Gracie, Anabella deliberately tipped a bowl of boiling soup over Gracie's right arm, then fell to the floor crying that Gracie had maliciously attacked her. "Have you lost your mind!" Chas roared, scooping Anabella into his arms without a single glance at Gracie's melting skin. At the hospital, he demanded the city's top micro-surgeon for Anabella's slightly pink finger, while Gracie sat alone in the trauma room with severe second-degree burns. Later, to catch a feigning Anabella, Chas callously dropped Gracie onto a concrete floor, leaving her back covered in massive, bleeding bruises. Yet, he still ordered his heavily injured wife to the kitchen to cook a steak dinner for his sweetheart. Gracie didn't shed a single tear. She didn't understand how the man she thought had saved her life years ago could be so blindly cruel. Two years of playing the obedient, submissive wife had finally been burned away by that boiling liquid. The last shred of her lingering attachment was completely dead. Staring at his demanding face, Gracie calmly untied her family-crested apron and dropped it straight into the trash. She accepted a Chief Technology Officer position at a rising tech firm, locked her bedroom door, and watched her offshore countdown timer hit twenty-nine days. The submissive facade was over, and she was finally walking away.”