Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole’s life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme. Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor’s cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty. “Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!” Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. “I don’t hate you, Nicole,” he sneers. “I despise you.” When Nicole reveals she’s pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica’s determination to rid the family of her. After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child. Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die. “I’ll make them pay so dearly that they’d regret ever been born!” She declares. This is a story of romance and revenge you don’t want to miss!
View More“Good evening,” Nicole Abrams said, forcing her voice to stay steady as she approached the receptionist at the Monarch Hotel’s sleek, gleaming front desk. “I have an appointment with Mr. Martins Grant.”
The receptionist didn’t bother hiding her curious smirk as she sized Nicole up, then typed briskly into her computer. “Ah, yes. He’s expecting you. Take the elevator to the fifth floor. When you exit, turn right, and it’s the second door on your left.”
Nicole nodded, thanked her, and headed toward the elevator, feeling her pulse quicken.
This whole meeting had come out of nowhere, courtesy of her mother-in-law, Veronica Fury.
Veronica had never been subtle about her dislike of Nicole and had questioned her motives ever since she’d married into the Fury family.
So, when Veronica called her this morning, proposing that Nicole handle a “small favor for the family business” to gain her approval, Nicole had agreed without hesitation.
She wanted nothing more than to ease the tension between them and, hopefully, strengthen her rocky marriage to Taylor.
Still, as she stepped into the empty elevator and watched the numbers light up toward the fifth floor, Nicole couldn’t shake the unease prickling at the edges of her mind.
Her phone buzzed in her bag, interrupting her thoughts.
She fished it out and saw Sarah Austin, her best friend’s name, flashing on the screen. Nicole answered, pressing the phone to her ear.
“Nicole, are you sure about this?” Sarah’s voice was laced with worry.
Nicole swallowed, managing a smile despite the odd feeling churning in her stomach. “I’m already here, Sarah. I know it’s strange, but if it helps me make things right with Veronica, it’s worth it. She made it sound like all I had to do was get a signature from Mr. Grant. She said it was routine, something important to the family.”
“Just… be careful, okay?” Sarah said, a little more firmly this time. “You know how Veronica is. I’d hate for you to get dragged into anything messy.”
Nicole tried to shake off the nerves as the elevator doors opened on the fifth floor. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. I’ll call you after, okay?”
“Fine. But keep your guard up.”
Ending the call, Nicole took a steadying breath as she stepped out of the elevator, glancing down the carpeted hallway.
Her heels echoed softly as she walked toward room 105, the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air. Just a quick meeting, she reminded herself. Get the signature, then go.
When she reached the door, she pressed the bell and clasped her hands in front of her to keep them from trembling. She heard footsteps, then the door swung open. Nicole’s breath hitched as she took in the man standing before her—Martins Grant, apparently, and he was barely dressed, wearing only a pair of gray jogging pants that hung low on his hips.
“Mrs. Fury?” he asked, flashing a slow, almost mocking smile.
“Yes. Nicole Abrams, actually,” she said quickly, keeping her gaze firmly on his face. “Mr. Grant?”
“At your service,” he said smoothly, stepping aside to let her in.
Nicole moved past him into the plush, dimly lit suite, glancing briefly around at the lavish furnishings. She took a seat on the couch, her fingers tightening around the bag that held the documents. “I was asked to bring these for you to sign,” she said, pulling out the folder. “Veronica mentioned you’re familiar with the contents?”
Martins took the folder and flipped through the papers, a smirk playing at his lips. “Oh, I’m aware,” he replied, barely glancing at the document as he strolled over to a small bar in the corner.
“Can I offer you a drink?” he asked, lifting a bottle of champagne.
“No, thank you,” Nicole replied, her tone clipped. She just wanted to get this over with and leave.
The room felt oppressive, and she couldn’t shake the strange sense that she was being watched.
Martins poured himself a glass anyway, taking a slow sip as he studied her. Nicole shifted, glancing at the clock on the wall, and then back at Martins. What’s taking him so long?
Just as she was about to ask if he’d signed yet, the door burst open. Nicole jumped as Taylor, her husband, strode into the room.
His eyes locked on her, his expression cold and furious, and she stood, a relieved smile breaking across her face.
“Taylor! Thank goodness you’re here. This meeting felt—”
But he held up a hand, stopping her mid-sentence. “So, this is what you’ve been up to behind my back?” His voice was low and dangerous.
Nicole froze, the words catching in her throat. “What? No, it’s not what you think. I was only here because Veronica asked me to bring these documents—”
“Oh, don’t even try it,” said a voice from behind Taylor, laced with disdain. Veronica Fury entered the suite, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she took in Nicole’s stunned expression.
“Save your excuses, Nicole. We have all the proof we need that you’ve been conspiring with this man to steal from our family.”
Nicole’s world spun as the accusation hit her. “Veronica, that’s not true! I don’t even know him—I came here because you asked me to.”
Veronica laughed, a cold, mocking sound. “You really think you can fool me? I know exactly why you’re here.”
“Enough,” Taylor snapped, taking the folder from Martins’s hands. He flipped through the documents, his expression growing darker with each page.
When he finally looked up at her, his eyes were filled with something far colder than anger, contempt.
“I thought you were different,” he said, his voice dripping with disappointment. “But I see I was wrong.”
Nicole’s heart felt like it was being torn in half. “Please, Taylor, you have to believe me. I don’t know what’s happening here, but I promise I would never do anything to betray you. Veronica asked me to come here to get these documents signed—”
“Stop lying,” Taylor spat, his voice hard and unyielding. “You’ve done enough damage.”
Nicole’s chest tightened as she searched his face, desperately looking for any sign of doubt. “I’m telling the truth. Why would I lie?”
Veronica stepped forward, her expression full of mock pity. “Nicole, it’s over. We have all the evidence we need to send you to prison for embezzling from the Fury family. Taylor deserves better than a traitor for a wife.”
Nicole stumbled back, feeling as though the floor had dropped out from beneath her. “You… you set me up.”
A knock on the suite door cut through the tension, and Nicole turned as two police officers entered, their expressions unreadable.
Nicole’s hands shook as one of the officers gently but firmly placed her wrists in the cold metal cuffs.
She turned, looking at Taylor, pleading silently for him to intervene. But he just stared back, his face a mask of stone.
“You’re not really going to let them arrest me, are you?” she whispered, her voice trembling.
One stepped toward her and held out a pair of handcuffs.
“Nicole Abrams, you’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit fraud and embezzlement.”
The ENDNicole sat behind her desk, staring out the large glass window of her office, lost in thought. The morning had been a blur of meetings and paperwork, but her mind was elsewhere. The past weeks had been stormy: their victory against the Fury family, reclaiming what she lost, and finally getting justice from the wrongs done to her. Yet deep down, she knew there were still loose strings to tie.A soft knock at her door pulled her out of her musings. It was Emilia peeking inside. "Ma'am, you have a visitor.""Who is it?" Nicole asked, assuming some other business partner or yet another journalist looking for an interview.Emilia hesitated. "It's Taylor Fury."Nicole's breath hitched. Taylor? Here? Of all people?"Let him in," she said, though her voice did not reflect the sudden turmoil that had risen in her chest.The door swung open, and Taylor walked in, his usual arrogance replaced with something unfamiliar -- humility.He looked different, almost worn down, as if the weight
The evening air was crisp and filled with the comforting hum of city life as Nicole stepped out of the car, her heels clicking lightly against the pavement. The weight of the past weeks still weighed upon her shoulders, but tonight she was determined to try to escape it, if only for a few hours. She adjusted the coat draped over her shoulders and nodded at the bodyguards on either side."You're dismissed for the night," she said. "I'll be fine here."Collins hesitated. "Boss, are you sure? We can wait outside."Nicole gave him a small smile. "Go home. You both deserve the rest. Come back in the morning."Carter exchanged a glance with Collins before giving a reluctant nod. "Alright, but call if anything happens...""Thank you, Carter," Nicole said, cutting him off. "Nothing will happen. See you both in the morning."With that, she turned and made her way toward the entrance of Leo's home.Warmth enveloped her as she stepped inside to the delicious smell of roasted chicken and spices
The courtroom was packed, the air thick with anticipation. Journalists lined the back row, their pens ready to capture the final moments of a trial that had gripped the city. Mumbles went throughout the audience in hushed tones as everyone threw theories on what the verdict was. Some actually felt Veronica Fury would get to walk free while others believed that for once, the woman would pay her due time in prison. Nicole sat at the plaintiff's table with an unreadable expression on her face. In her elegant, yet simple, black suit, she was a vision of confidence, but deep inside her, there was a tempest going on.She had fought for this day, spent years gathering the strength to bring Veronica to justice, and now it all came down to this -- the final decision. Her lawyer, an astute woman, rose from her seat and made her way to the center of the courtroom. She squared her shoulders, adjusted her glasses, and took a deep breath before she began her final statement."Your Honor, ladi
The Fury mansion was shrouded in an eerie silence as Taylor and Sarah sat in the dimly lit living room, their eyes fixed on the television screen. It had drained them for these past few weeks, the feeling in the room, that of defeat, hung in the air heavy. Veronica sat back in one corner, her expression unreadable, with a firm clasp on the leather chair's armrest. The evening news was on, first with politics, current events of interest around the world, when the voice of the news anchor changed.To their most shocking scene,was the declaration of the sale of Taylons Enterprises to its new owner. The company, which suffered serious financial setbacks, has been acquired by no other person than Nicole Okeke, Chief Executive Officer and President of Okeke Group.On the screen was a clear shot of Nicole, standing right in front of the headquarters of the company; the newly installed Okeke Group logo was emblazoned above the entrance. Her poised figure and calm demeanor seemed to say a
Nicole descended the courthouse steps with practiced grace, her expression unreadable as the mob of journalists and reporters surged forward. Cameras flashed like wildfire in the gray sky. Facing them, stream of voices went hysterical, with every other reporter screaming their questions louder than the last. "Ms. Okeke, do you really feel the court will be on your side?" "Ms. Okeke, are you just out to get the Fury family out of personal revenge?" "How do you reply to claims that this case has absolutely nothing to do with justice but it is, in reality, a personal vendetta?"Carter stepped in front of Nicole, the chaotic crowd pushing in against him as Collins held open the car door only a few feet away. The bodyguards' security at this moment was fierce."Back off!" Carter barked, his voice firm as he pushed a microphone away from Nicole's face. Nicole, however raised a hand to call off her bodyguards. "It's ok," she said, voice calm, but commanding. The reporters now reduced
The courtroom was unusually quiet that morning, the weight of the trial bearing heavily on everyone present. Nicole sat at her table, fingers intertwined, and watched as the judge took his seat. Her lawyer was looking over the day's agenda, but Nicole was elsewhere. She was preparing herself for yet another painful revelation. She barely knew what was coming. The prosecuting council stood up and called their next witness: "We would like to call Sarah Fury to the stand."Veronica's eyes quickly widened in shock. How was this possible? Nicole's head snapped up, and her eyes shot wide in incredulity. She leaned to her attorney, who avoided her gaze but just fidgeted with her notes. "Sarah?" Nicole whispered with a hint of confusion and accusation. "It was their decision," her lawyer said very quietly.The lawyer finally looked back at her. Her expression cautioned her. "They came to me days ago, and I thought it best to let their testimonies speak for themselves."Before Nicole co
The courtroom was packed, a sea of tense faces and curious eyes as the trial resumed. Journalists, family members, and curious onlookers filled the benches, whispering in hushed tones about the drama that had unfolded so far. Nicole sat at her table, calm but resolute. Her lawyer sat beside her, a folder full of evidence spread across the desk. Across the room, Veronica sat upright and stone-faced, her expression unreadable. Beside her was her lawyer, a man with a name for dismantling even the most solid cases.The judge entered, and the bailiff called for silence. "This court is now in session," he announced, his voice echoing through the tense space. The judge nodded for the prosecution to begin, and Nicole's lawyer stood, buttoning her suit jacket as she approached the bench. "Your Honor, we call our next witness to the stand," she said, her voice steady but firm.The door of the courtroom opened, and the hesitant steps of the maid who once tried to poison Nicole entered. She
The hum of the air condition filled Nicole’s office as she sat at her desk, reviewing documents related to the court case. The weight of everything was beginning to take its toll, but she refused to let it show. This wasn't just a battle for justice; this was personal, an almost instinctual need to regain what had been taken from her. A soft knock at the door broke into her reverie. She looked up and let in Emilia, who wore a tight look about her features."Taylor and his wife are here, requesting to see you," she said softly.Nicole's brow arched high, her surprise tempered by having anticipated this turn of events all along. "Let them in," she said finally, her voice even and icy. A few moments later, Taylor and Sarah entered the room, a mixture of unease and regret showing on their features. The former was a bit older; his once sharply etched face had softened in the aftereffects of his recent actions.Sarah stood a little behind him, her hands clasped tight together, as if to
The courthouse buzzed with tension as the crowd filled the courtroom for the first hearing. Journalists lined the hallways outside, flashing cameras, and voices in a chaotic symphony of questions and assumptions. Inside, the atmosphere was no less charged. The courtroom was divided, onlookers whispering their speculations about the high-profile case that had drawn public attention. Veronica sat at the defendant's table, her posture rigid, her face pale but composed.Her attorney leaned forward and whispered something to her; she nodded slightly in affirmative.Behind Veronica, Taylor and Sarah were seated, a mixture of concern and disbelief carved on their faces.Taylor's eyes continued darting to Nicole, who, appearing in court with her attorney, exuded a silent, unbreakable confidence.Her bodyguards Collins and Carter stood outside the door and guard.The judge walked in, an imposing woman in her fifties, and onto the wood came the gavel. "This court is now in session," she sai
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