The Billionaire's Genius Wife's Ultimate Cold Revenge
My five-year-old daughter was turning blue in my arms, her body rigid with a 104-degree fever. I called my billionaire husband, Clifton, dozens of times as I rushed to the hospital, but he declined every single call.
While I was screaming at doctors and fighting to save our child’s life, a news alert flashed on my phone. Clifton was at the Met Gala, looking devastatingly handsome as he intimately draped his tuxedo jacket over the shoulders of his mistress, Eleanora.
The nightmare didn't end at the hospital. Clifton used a secret clause in our prenup to snatch Lily from her bed and move her to a private facility without my consent. When I finally found her, my own daughter shrank away from me in terror. "Go away, bad Mommy!" she sobbed, while the mistress fed her oatmeal and whispered that I was the one who made the doctors hurt her.
Clifton stood by and watched, telling me I was too "hysterical" to be a mother. But then I discovered the real reason they were hiding her. My husband was illegally using my late mother’s rare bone marrow samples to treat Eleanora’s secret blood disorder. Now that those samples are failing, he is taking Lily to a secluded castle in Germany to harvest our daughter’s marrow for his mistress.
I sat in the dark, watching them play happy family with the child they plan to sacrifice. I realized then that my marriage wasn't just a lie—it was a biological harvest. They think I’m just a broken trophy wife who doesn't understand the science they are using to destroy me.
They have no idea that I am "Ghost," the anonymous medical genius behind the very research they are trying to steal. As we board the private jet to Germany, I’ve stopped crying and started calculating. If they want to play with life and death, I’ll show them exactly what happens when a mother stops being a victim and starts being a predator.
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Chapter 9
The Teterboro tarmac was windy.
The Wilder corporate jet, a sleek Gulfstream G650, gleamed in the sun.
Emelie held Lily's hand tightly. Her grip was iron.
"Mommy, you're hurting me," Lily complained.
"Sorry, baby," Emelie loosened her grip, but didn't let go.
Eleanora was already at the stairs. She was wearing a white Chanel suit and oversized sunglasses. She looked like she was going on a honeymoon.
She saw Emelie and frowned.
"Oh," Eleanora said. "Clifton said you weren't coming."
"Clifton was wrong," Emelie said, brushing past her.
They boarded.
The cabin was luxurious, with cream leather seats.
Eleanora sat in the main facing seat. Clifton sat next to her.
Emelie took the seat across the aisle, pulling Lily into her lap.
"Can I sit with Daddy?" Lily asked.
"No," Emelie said firmly. "You stay with me."
The plane took off.
As they reached cruising altitude, the pressure changed.
Lily started to cry. "My ears! Mommy, my ears hurt!"
Clifton looked up from his iPad, annoyed. "Can you keep her quiet? Eleanora has a headache."
Eleanora rubbed her temples dramatically. "It's fine, Clifton. Poor thing."
She reached into her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "Here, sweetie. The sugar helps."
Emelie slapped the lollipop out of her hand. It landed on the carpet.
"She doesn't need sugar," Emelie snapped.
She turned Lily's head to the side. She remembered the integrative medicine techniques her father had researched for pediatric pain relief. She found the pressure point behind the earlobe-the Yifeng point. She pressed firmly and massaged in a circular motion. Then she massaged the Eustachian tube down the neck.
"Swallow, baby," Emelie whispered.
Lily swallowed. Her eyes widened. "It popped!"
"Better?"
"Yeah!" Lily smiled. She snuggled into Emelie's chest and closed her eyes.
Clifton watched the whole thing. He looked stunned.
"Where did you learn that?" he asked.
"I read my father's journals," Emelie said coldly. "He knew more than just immunology."
She put on her noise-canceling headphones.
She opened her Kindle. But she wasn't reading a book. She had hacked the Kindle to display PDFs.
She was reading the latest paper on Graft-versus-Host Disease in Pediatric Donors.
Clifton glanced over. He saw dense text, charts, graphs.
He squinted. "What are you reading?"
"A thriller," Emelie said, turning the page. "About a husband who tries to kill his wife."
Clifton looked away, uncomfortable.
Turbulence hit. The plane dropped ten feet.
Eleanora gasped and grabbed Clifton's hand. "Clifton!"
Clifton covered her hand with his, murmuring reassurances.
Emelie watched them.
She felt nothing. No jealousy. No pain.
Only target acquisition.
She looked at Lily, sleeping peacefully.
I will destroy you both, she thought. And I will use your own science to do it.
The pilot's voice came over the intercom. "Preparing for landing in Baden-Baden."
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9.3
They say you can't have it all. I'm about to prove them wrong-or destroy myself trying.
When my struggling mother married billionaire Richard Stone, I thought I was gaining a family. Instead, I found three stepbrothers who became my obsession, my downfall, and my salvation.
Dominic, the eldest, cold and commanding, who kisses me like he's claiming his kingdom and looks at me like I'm the only thing he can't control.
Julian, the charming playboy who hides a vulnerable soul beneath his perfect smile, making me feel like I'm the only woman he's ever truly seen.
Asher, the brooding artist who paints me like I'm his muse and touches me like I'm his masterpiece, seeing parts of my soul I didn't know existed.
They're forbidden. They're dangerous. They're everything I shouldn't want.
But when I discover my father didn't die by suicide that he was murdered by the very man who now calls himself my stepfather, these three powerful men becomes my unlikely allies.
First it was a forbidden attraction, now it's an arrangement that defies every rule.
The rules are simple:
I'll give each of them a chance.
I'll take everything they offer.
And in the end, I'll have to make the hardest decision of my life:
Choose one of them. Choose all of them. Or choose myself.
9.1
Alysia lay on the freezing operating table, moments away from donating her kidney to her brother's fiancée.
But as the anesthesia set in, a violent shock tore through her brain, awakening agonizing memories of a thousand brutal deaths across a thousand past lifetimes.
She suddenly realized her family's true plan. Her brother and his fiancée weren't just taking her organ; they were secretly plotting to declare her mentally unfit post-surgery to steal her entire trust fund.
When Alysia abruptly stopped the procedure and exposed the fiancée's kidney failure as the result of severe drug abuse, her family's reaction was chilling.
Her father didn't care about the truth or the law. He ordered his bodyguards to lock Alysia up until she agreed to the surgery, while her brother threatened to freeze her assets and seize her late mother's penthouse.
"You have no heart, Alysia. You don't deserve the Kent name," her aunt spat in disgust.
For lifetimes, she had kept her head down, taking the blame and sacrificing everything for a family that viewed her as nothing more than a disposable blood bag and a financial pawn.
The resignation that had clouded her eyes for so long vanished, replaced by the absolute, zero-degree cold of a glacier.
Ripping the IV from her hand and leaving her family in stunned silence, Alysia walked straight out of the hospital.
She had exactly forty-six hours to find a husband to secure her inheritance, and she knew exactly which ruthless billionaire CEO to target to help her burn the Kent family to the ground.
8.4
Evelyn Rowe never thought she could survive Victor Blackthorn nor his fists, especially since her unborn baby didn't.
But what she didn't expect was to be saved by Dominic Russo, after being publicly blamed for her miscarriage and humiliated in front of the world.
Finally finding the strength to divorce Victor, and the path to become the independent woman she always wanted to be, Evelyn becomes unstoppable.
What no one expects is for three dangerous men to claim her: the heir apparent to the British throne, the billionaire who rules the corporate world, and a mafia lord who bows to no one.
They were enemies at first, but for her, they became lovers.
And when her ex-husband finally realizes what he destroyed, she already belongs to kings who would do everything in their power to keep her.
8.6
Marrying Theron Draix in a few days was a life long dream come true.
For seventeen years, I'd loved him, revolving my life around him, and in just three days, we should be married.
"Let's break up. I won't be attending the wedding," he said.
My life shattered in that instant.
Finding out he was in love with my adopted sister was worse. They had played me and controlled my emotions.
At the end, Mireya had killed me.
If I was given a second chance, I would never love Theron and never trust Mireya.
7.5
I am the biological daughter of the wealthy Fitzpatrick family, but I spent my childhood eating out of dumpsters.
When I was finally brought back to the estate at age seven, I thought I would experience my parents' love.
Instead, my biological parents looked at my dirty clothes with raw disgust. They only cared about Hallie, the fake daughter who lived like a princess.
The moment I walked in, Hallie hurled a heavy ceramic cup at my head, slicing my hand open.
"Get out of my house!"
My father didn't even look at the blood. He raised his hand to strike me, accusing me of bringing trailer park rules into his home.
In my past life, I dropped to my knees and begged for their forgiveness. I endured their abuse, hoping they would eventually love me.
But they let the maids humiliate me, let Hallie steal my identity, and eventually threw me back onto the streets to die. Even my playboy Uncle Byron, the only person who ever showed me mercy, was driven to suicide by them.
I didn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much, or why a vicious liar deserved everything while I was treated like a jinx.
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the exact day I first returned to the estate.
As my father raised his hand to hit me, I didn't cower.
Instead, I looked at the family patriarch and pointed directly at my notorious, alcoholic uncle.
"I want him to be my new guardian."
8.7
"Stay the fuck away from me." He rasped.
My breath hitched.
The' Proper Tycoon' was gone. Hearing him curse was like hearing a statue scream, it was a total breakdown of his carefully constructed reality and it lit a fire inside me.
"You think this is a game?" he seethed, his chest heaving against mine. "You think you can just show up in my park, show up at my friend's club, and play with my son to get what you want?"
"I'm not playing, Arthur." I whispered, my voice thick. I leaned my head back against the pillar, exposing the line of my throat. "I'm offering you a good service."
I looked him dead in the eye, my lips pulling into a slow, defiant smirk. I shifted my hips forward, feeling the heat radiating off his thighs.
His gaze dropped to my lips before snapping back to my eyes. His grip on my arms tightened just a fraction. "I want you to disappear back into whatever gutter Caspian Beaumont found you in."
"And if I don't?" I challenged.
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