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Her Billion-Dollar Betrayal

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 633    |    Released on: 24/06/2025

, Caleb. A

she sank onto our worn-out sofa

in some crypto thing, a friend said i

Years of my breaking my back on construction sites, all the ov

rms, stroking her hair

ice rough. "It's just money. We'll ma

chest, "I'm so sorry,

g her tighter. "We're a tea

fore the sun was even up, begging for any extra work he

tell her what happened. S

firm. At sixty-five, she was supp

don't have

use Grand is hiring cleaners. I

ther when she made up her mind. We were a family, and

ted less than t

eel beam into place, the city noise a d

ria Wright. There's been an incident. Y

work boots pounding against the pavement. The fore

ncy room, but I saw the aftermath first. A trail

her hands that made me sick. They were wrapped in thick bandag

d, my voice shaking with a

ttenhouse Grand. The hotel said she accidentally spilled a drink on a

st did

e police are on their way. They

y body. I had to get to that hotel. I had to find the person who did this. I left my mom w

orhood. I ignored the concierge and headed for the back, looking for the se

ndow in one of the

as there. M

ore. She was handing a bouquet to a man with slicked-back ha

ndred-dollar bill

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“My hands were calloused from years on construction sites, every ache a testament to the future Gabrielle and I were building. That future shattered when she burst into tears, claiming our life savings – eighty thousand dollars – had vanished in a crypto scam. "It' s okay, Gabby," I told her, holding her tight, even as my world crumbled. I promised we' d make it back, taking extra shifts, my mom Maria even offering to help clean at the Rittenhouse Grand. Then the hospital called. My mom, Maria, was in the ER, her hands brutally crushed by a hammer. The hotel claimed she' d "accidentally spilled a drink" on a guest. My blood ran cold, a rage I never knew I possessed simmering beneath the surface. I stormed to the Rittenhouse, my fury set on finding the monster who did this. But hidden in a private dining room, I found Gabrielle. My wife. She was laughing, adorned in silk, handing a man a "bouquet" of rolled-up hundred-dollar bills. "That old hag who bumped into you?" she cooed, "I had security take care of her. They broke her fingers and threw her out." My mother. Not an accident, but a cruel, calculated act. And the $80,000? "It was for that custom suit of yours," she told the man, "the one the old cleaner ruined." My world didn't just tilt; it imploded. Everything I believed, everything I loved, was a lie. My mother, now maimed, screamed for me to save her bone fragments from being fed to dogs. And just moments later, Gabrielle was demanding tequila for her Four Seasons suite. How could the woman I vowed to love be such a monster? How could my mother' s agonizing pain be the cost of a suit and a twisted game? I carried her secrets, her fears, as the doctor confirmed her hands were permanently destroyed. But when Gabrielle, in the same hospital, offered to buy my dying mother' s organs for Ethan' s family, claiming she was a "disgruntled ex," then hung up on me because Ethan' s mother was critical, a cold resolve settled deep in my gut. What kind of hell was this, and how could I make her pay?”
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