The Rejected Omega's Billion-Dollar Comeback

Chapter 5

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lars," the last trace of warmth v

rosewood armchair, his face hardening into the

with the Hatfield house, Alyson," Corneli

d, not moving my hand from his desk. "Kicking down the ladder

enter drawer of his desk, he drew out a thick parchment co

tapped the gold-embossed title on the cover. "Refresh your memory, child. This is the Scent-Bound

d, his eyes glea

he marriage is legally classified as a spousal gift to the family trust. If the marriage ends without a

xed instantly, a wide, arrog

up beside the desk. "You walked in here acting like

smoothing her skirt as she looked at me like

sh cigar and lit it, blowing a thic

hrough the smoke. "Sign a full patent transfer today, hand over your offshore keys, and the trust will

, his hand tightening on t

Scent Court, remember that half the Chief Justices on th

leashed the full weight of hi

battering ram. Under the iron biological laws of our world, a high-tier Alpha's Dominant suppression was designed t

y as she clutched at Blake's sleeve to keep from sliding to the floor. Blake stoo

d passed.

e storm, I did not blink, and not

owever, the icy, apex current of an S4 Dominant Omega stirred lazily in my veins. To someone who had slaughtered top-ti

rewood is enough to make me kne

cigar trembling between his fingers as cold

ding under a Grade-A sup

-ribboned trust agreement from the desk

p between my hands. "Any prenuptial trust confiscation clause requires a completed Permanent Mark on the Omega's gland to take legal effect

y wrists and tore the fifty-page parch

he heavy paper scraps high into the air. White parchment rained down like funeral con

down at the gasping patriarch. "Hire the best lawyers money ca

Hatfield conglomerate in court?" Blake ro

without slowing my stride, raising two fingers in a casual wave as I

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The Rejected Omega's Billion-Dollar Comeback

Dolores Fantasy

“For two years, I quietly poured five hundred million dollars into Hatfield Enterprises, turning a bankrupt conglomerate into a fifteen-billion-dollar empire-all while playing the quiet, unbonded wife. Today, Blake returned from the frontlines with a delicate Omega clinging to his arm. He slammed The Renunciation on my desk, claiming Camelia was his 92% biological match who had sacrificed her own gland to soothe his fatal rut overload. When I coldly signed the papers and demanded my fifteen-billion-dollar equity back, the Hatfield family showed their true, parasitic colors. The patriarch tried to weaponize an ancient scent-bound clause to rob me blind, tossing me a pathetic one-percent charity check to keep me as their unpaid slave. Meanwhile, Camelia flooded elite tabloids with vicious lies-branding me an uneducated slum orphan who laundered blood money, while staging a public smear ambush to destroy my reputation before the courts. I looked at Blake, sickened to my core. Two years ago, I was the one who dragged his half-dead body out of a corpse trench, using my own secret lab and pheromone serum to save his rotting gland. Now, utterly blinded by a homewrecker's cheap, synthetic peach perfume, he was threatening me with federal prison. Did they really think an S4 Dominant Omega hiding behind a titanium collar could be crushed by their century-old pedigree? I tore their predatory contract into confetti and walked straight into Thornton & Partners. When Constantine Thornton-the Union's most feared S-rank Alpha titan-unleashed his suffocating alpine cedar pheromones to bring my abusers to their knees, he didn't just take my case. He looked into my eyes and promised me blood. Getting my fifteen billion dollars back was just the beginning. I was going to tear the Hatfield empire apart, bone by bone.”