His Revenge, Ruthless

hallenge. Born into wealth but forged through ambition, he had built an empire so vast that his influence stretched b

ir Enterprises dominated global finance, real estate, and technology, with skyscrapers bearing his name in every major city. He dined

that mattere

enched his fists, his jaw tight with unspent frustration. The shock of what had ju

ur

ing, looking at him with those same hauntingly familiar eyes.

hin

g? Or had she really erased him from her mind? Eithe

a familiar number. It barely rang

la's voice was sharp,

tightened. "Do you k

"Who?" she asked, n

w, rough. "My Elana. I sa

n?" she asked, her tone shifting from curi

om his throat. "Isn't fate i

nd like that?"

rp, almost deranged. "S

enc

opping to a dangerous whisper. "Isn't that funny? The woman w

ou remember how two-faced that slut was? She foo

thing that wasn't quite a

she was pretending, then she was about to learn what true deception looked

murmured coldly. "I'll show her wh

ced with venom. "No one messes w

other word

**

e in the

e scattered across the wooden desk, some crumpled, others marked with red in

arply, breaking t

hed for it. His fingers, rough and scarred from years of di

oice was calm,

the other end w

ds were laced with anger, her tone sharp as a

"Hey, lady. Watch h

hen you get to prison, then you

y. "What do you mean?" he a

he spat the words like venom.

ose words settle

o you mean? What about the

you." She hung up bef

, there was

He twirled the phone between his fingers, hi

h?" He chuckled u

hed-loud, unhinged, as if the whole

out to get

nt had