Mr Gunn

Cheated On Me? I Married a Tycoon

Rum Runner

I spent three years building my husband, Axel Farrell, into Silicon Valley's ultimate "family man." As his lead PR strategist, I carefully managed his public image, making sure the world saw him as a perfect, devoted husband while I worked in the shadows of our estate. The illusion shattered when he came home one night smelling of sandalwood and roses, with three deep fingernail scratches carved into his back. When I tried to check his phone, the passcode we had used for years-our wedding anniversary-had been changed. The betrayal got worse the next morning when his mother called me a "defective product" and tried to force me into a fertility clinic. Axel didn't defend me; instead, he shoved me against a marble bar at a public gala to protect his mistress in front of the world's elite. By the time I tried to leave, Axel had frozen my bank accounts and filed a forged legal petition to have me declared mentally incompetent. He planned to have me legally kidnapped and locked in a private psychiatric ward just to stop me from filing for divorce. He even blocked every major law firm in the city from taking my case, leaving me with no money, no identity, and no one to turn to. I couldn't understand how the man who "saved" me from the mud years ago could be the same monster now trying to legally erase my existence. Was our entire marriage just a grooming process to exploit my genius for his billion-dollar empire? As the deadline for my forced commitment approached, I stopped crying and opened my laptop. I leaked the video of his affair to every tech journalist in the country, watching his stock price crash in real-time. "Axel thinks starving me out will make me crawl back to him," I whispered as I walked into the headquarters of his biggest rival. "But he forgot that the most valuable part of his company is in my head." I was no longer the abandoned wife; I was the one who was going to take his throne and burn it to the ground.

Modern Revenge Bankruptcy Billionaires Female-Centered Ex-wife

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Dakota Lennix

I ran towards the bus stop with my 7 cm high heels, 2 duffel bags and 2 cups of latte. My heart dropped when the bus just left and I looked around to see an empty taxi because I only have 18 minutes left before the devil himself leaves the office to go to a meeting.

Shit.

The office is 12 blocks away and it will take me around 20 minutes to arrive there if I'm running my ass there. But I can't run again, this 2 bags are so heavy and I bet I will spill the latte everywhere. I gulped nervously and looked for an empty taxi. I tried to wave my hand trying to get a taxi.

"You! Brunette with 2 duffel bags! Hop in!" I turned to see a taxi driver waving at me. I quickly ran towards him and got inside.

"Denver office please.. 6 blocks away.. please.. be fast.. or my boss will kill me." I said completely knocked out.

"Roger that!" The taxi driver said as he stepped on the gas. I checked my phone right away to see if the devil needs anything else. I smiled when I saw there's no message from him.

I turned my head to the driver and saw his name on the dashboard. His name is Eddy Brown and I think he's in his 40s. I took a really deep breath and let it out slowly.

"You know.. I'm completely surprised to see a skinny girl like you carrying 2 big duffel bags." He said as he glanced at me through the mirror. I chuckled sadly and sighed.

"People always said that and I think that's why my boss hired me." I said as I turned my head to the window.

"I'm Eddy by the way." He said in a really friendly tone. I turned to him and smiled.

"I'm Dakota and thank you for calling me earlier." I said chuckling.

"Your welcome and here you go." He said as he pulled up right in front of my office building. I gave him 20 dollars and got out from the taxi real quick.

"Dakota, here's the change!" I heard Eddy calling me and I turned to him kneeling a little bit. I smiled at him and said, "Keep it.. you saved me today and I hope you have a great day, Eddy." I said as I waved at him.

"Thankyou and you too!" He said and I nodded. I checked my watch and I ran inside the building quickly. I gestured everyone in front of me to get out of my way. I felt like I'm Moses from the bible.. you know when God asked him to split the sea. I'm splitting people out of my way.

I have 3 minutes left and I pressed the lift button as quickly as possible hoping that it will come faster. I gulped nervously looking at all 6 lifts, waiting for one of them to open their freaking door.

Come on come on..

Ding.

I ran towards the lift on my right and got inside quickly. I pressed the number 20 because that's where the devil's lair at. I gulped nervously and glared at people who were going to press the button outside. The lift door closed and it's going up. I kept looking at my watch nervously and then I looked at the numbers anxiously too.

Come on.. oh come on!

When the number stopped at 20, I couldn't help but smile widely. I ran towards the devil's office and knocked twice before going inside. He's currently on the phone and he gestured me to come inside. I walked in and closed the door slowly. I put the 2 big duffel bags beside his desk and put the 2 cups of lattes on his desk.

He always drinks 2 cups of latte everyday at 2 p.m and yes he's that weird. He loves his coffee after lunch and he loves his coffee from Starbucks. I stood there waiting for him to give me another task but he suddenly pointed at the glass window. I quickly took the remote and turned the blinds on.

He took his latte sipping it as he talked on the phone. He gestured me to sit down and I took out my notes quickly because I bet he's going to make me do a lot of things after this. He ended the call and he sat down on his chair.

"Cancel all of my schedules until Saturday, I'm going to Vancouver." He said and my eyes widen.

Oh shit! Oh no..

"What's your plan in Vancouver, Mr. Denver?" I asked him as I fixed my glasses because it's slowly slipping down. I started to cross his schedules from tomorrow until Saturday.

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