The Rejected Omega's Billion-Dollar Comeback

“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.”