While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance Crime Revenge Pregnancy Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Personal Growth

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A five-star hotel in City was packed with famous people. Tonight was the engagement ceremony of Zayn, the son of Ali Enterprises and Chloe Bishop, the second daughter of Bishop Family!

"Zayn...which room are you in?" Before the wedding ceremony began, Chloe felt dizzy and then left the banquet hall to pick up the phone.

"8607." In the phone, Zayn's voice sounded cold as if he had suppressed his feelings and love for her in the past.

"Kate said you want to give me a surprise before our wedding?" Chloe's lovely dimples showed up on her blushing face. "... Are you thinking to make me yours? But for the first time, I'd like to keep it until we get married. We've been waiting for two years already after all."

"I'm not joking with you. Come up quickly."

Zayn hung up the phone.

He couldn't wait to have her already?

Chloe blinked her eyes and thought, "I am only 19, will it be..."

"It doesn't matter, right? He will soon be my fiance." She still loves Zayn very much.

Chloe staggered along the corridor of the hotel. Her delicate and beautiful little face blushed because of tipsiness. She was wearing a short champagne-coloured Chanel dress, which showed her curvy figure. She was charming and lovely.

"It's strange. I didn't drink much... She patted her forehead and her vision gradually blurred.

In the banquet hall, she didn't intend to drink at all. But just now, Mrs. Bishop insisted that she should have a drink with her guests and some prominent people.

Walking into the elevator, Chloe pressed the button for the 6th floor while feeling dizzy, but she did not expect to have accidentally pressed the 8th-floor button.

The 8th floor of the hotel is the floor for the VIPS.

Once leaving the lift, Chloe went straight to the room Zayn said he was in. Yet, she couldn't tell 8 and 6 apart clearly. In front of Room 8807, she knocked...

"Come in." A sexy and charming man's voice came from inside.

His voice were strong enough to tempt her.

Chloe pushed the door open and walked in, laughing in a daze. "Zayn, when did your voice become so deep? It just like you have a bass put in your voice.'

The room was not lit, but one could still vaguely see the luxurious furniture of the house, as well as the king-sized bed. It was a presidential suite.

There was a strong man's perfume scent in the room.

"Zayn..." she moved forwards while leaning over the wall. Then, she collapsed on the big comfortable bed and asked, "Where are you?"

She felt a sudden heat that made her uncomfortable.

Chloe tugged at her clothes....

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. A while later, a tall figure came out.

In the dim light, the man was wearing a bathrobe. The muscle on the bare chest is vaguely showing with the water drops slipped down from his chest.

He was a breathtakingly handsome man.

In the dark, the man looked at the Chloe with his brown eyes, and his voice was beautiful and magnetic.

"Who are you?"

"Hot..." Chloe's tender lips were slightly opened. "I want to take off my clothes..."

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