The Rejected Omega's Billion-Dollar Comeback

Chapter 8

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s parted, a faint, bone-chilling sce

er glacier snow-clean, frigid, and carrying the abs

al terror, his face turning chalk-white as his feet automatically shuffled half a step backward. When a lower-t

es. Her breathing sped up, her cheeks flushing pink as she hurriedly smoothed her

ossom floated out as she tried to bait the

the lobby to greet me himself!" Camelia gasped in delight

right past the towering

legal veteran from the same generation. Looking at the white hair, gold spectacles, and dignified post

stepped forward and walked stra

, I brushed right past Constantine Thornton's shoulder with

ray-blue eyes dropped to the hem of my cashmere coat where it had grazed his sleeve, a flicker of

the white-haired lawyer, I ex

nly. "I'm Alyson Frost. Thank you for ma

glasses, staring down at my outstretched hand

mered, glancing nervously towa

up within two feet of Constantine's chest, her ruby

nto a soft, breathless purr, letting her peach scent swirl toward his collar. "I attended Professor Miller's seminar with you ba

did not li

oal trousers, he looked down from his six-foot-three heig

quiet lobby like a scalpel. "First, I do not shake hands with strangers. Second, releasing unauthorize

iling vent above her head, where a small

hetic perfume just triggered a Level-Three air cont

roup of junior paralegals holding coffee cup

face turned the color of raw liver, humiliation b

c, Blake forced his trembling legs t

rushing cedar pressure in the air. "Hatfield Enterprises is prepa

, the tall Alpha pivoted on his heel, his deep gray-blue eye

ce awkwardly. "Miss Frost, I'm afraid there has been a misunder

knit slightly. "Then Unc

e her shredded pride-pointed a trembling finger straigh

school dropout from The Margin, and the fifteen billion dollars she's

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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.”