In a world of lies and betrayal, revenge becomes the only currency worth trading. Evelyn Miller, an only child born into wealth and privilege, inheriting her family fortune and prestigious lineage, she was groomed to fit into high society from a tender age and attending lavish social events, What she ever truly seek was a true connection and love. Putting on a new identity as Isabella Hearst and leaving behind her identity as an heiress to follow what her heart truly desire - True love. Alexander Montague was everything she ever wanted in a man, walking down the aisle with him eight month into the relationship was like a dream come true, but dreams could also become nightmares. In a world where deceit and betrayal lurk behind every smile, Evelyn finds herself at the center of a web of lies spun by the very man she trusted with her heart. Seven years of marriage as a submissive, caring and understanding wife to a seemingly loving husband, only to discover that her life has been nothing but a charade orchestrated by his selfish desires. With fire in her eyes and steel in her soul, she embarked on a journey of revenge, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake.
View MoreAll the twelve board members shifted uncomfortably in their seats, a collective rustling of expensive fabric and suppressed tension filling the room. Evelyn's expression remained cold and unreadable, a stark contrast to the anxious glances exchanged around the roomVice-chairman Kim, a man of sparse words and considered actions, initiated the proceedings with a voice that despite its softness, carried the weight of authority, "Everyone is gathered here today because of a proposed bill which will decide who sits as the head of Miller consortium, but before we start voting, if anyone has anything to say to Miss Miller here, do not hesitate, please."Evelyn's gaze swept across the room, her face a mask of icy composure. She caught the subtle tells of those who would vote her out - the averted eyes, the nervous shuffles, the whispered asides. 'If y'all want to be a pussy, at least have some dignity and do it with pride,' she mused, her internal laughter almost spilling over."I do not su
Three black cars, sleek and gleaming like panthers under the midday sun, pulled up in front of the Miller Consortium Group office building. The Rolls-Royce Phantoms, each worth over half a million dollars lined up in ceremonious precision. The building itself pierced the sky, a monolithic glass spire that stood as the tallest edifice in France after the Eiffel Tower, its mirrored surfaces reflecting the ambition and might of the empire it housed.Evelyn Miller was seated in the middle car, her presence even more commanding than the luxurious vehicle that enclosed her. As her bodyguards, clad in tailored suits that did little to conceal their readiness to protect, stepped out of the vehicles in front and behind her, the air seemed to hum with anticipation. One of them, his movements both swift and respectful, rushed to open the car door for her.She stepped out slowly, as though allowing the world a moment to prepare itself for her. The bodycon Stony black Louis Vuitton dress clung to
The insistent sound of a phone vibrating sliced through the silence of the early morning, tugging Alexander out of his deep slumber. Half-asleep, his hand fumbled on the nightstand in an attempt to find the phone. Claire's name flashed on the screen, an unusual occurrence for such an early hour. Without a second thought, he swiped to answer."Good morning, Alex," came Claire's voice, crisp and far more awake than he felt."Hmm..." was all he could mutter in response, his brain still thick with sleep."Alex, I think we should meet at the office in 30 minutes. There is something you need to see, and it's about the email we sent to the Miller consortium last night."The word 'Miller Consortium' was like a shot of adrenaline to his system. His eyes snapped open, and he bolted upright in bed. "What about it?" he asked. The fog of sleep rapidly cleared from his eyes."I can't discuss the details over the phone. Just get here as quickly as you can," she urged, leaving no room for argument.A
Evelyn's fingers hovered momentarily over the laptop's power button, a sharp breath escaping her as she contemplated the stillness of the night. The digital glow of the clock read just past midnight, adding a haunting luminescence to the room that should have been dark, conducive to sleep. Reluctantly, she pressed the button, the screen flickering to life and casting a pale light across her face. Work was the only antidote for her restlessness—a potion she'd brew for herself on nights like this, when the ghosts of her past refused to stay buried. As she logged into her office email, the mundane list of senders and subjects scrolled past until one name arrested her scrolling finger—a name tied to a history she had meticulously archived in the recesses of her mind. The technology and construction firm, ‘SynTech Construction Innovations,' belong to her ex-husband, Alexander, and it seemed to taunt her from the inbox. A ghost from her past that refused to be exorcised. A wave of emotions,
Alexander stood by the vast glass window of his office, gazing at the lively streets below, his mind was a whirlpool of strategies and what-ifs, each thought colliding with the urgency of his company's situation. Earlier he got news from the government regarding the proposal submitted for the proposed urban housing project which has been approved and a congratulatory message was sent to his email. But this was a bittersweet victory—an approval without funding was like a blueprint without bricks. He turned away from the window, his shadow stretching across the room as the sun begin to dip behind the city's silhouette. Taking another loan was out of the question, it's like a ship taking more water when it was already sinking, The weight of his existing debts was a heavy anchor, threatening to pull him and his company under. He paced the length of his office, the sound of his footsteps was a metronome to his racing thoughts. He paused, reaching for the office phone with a decisive mot
PRESENT DAY...The Miller's family cemetery is nestled amongst towering oak trees and fragrant blooms. Groups of mourners in black gathered around the freshly dug grave that is meant to be the final resting place for Maurice Miller, Evelyn's grandfather. Mournful clouds hung low in the sky, casting a dark veil over the cemetery.As the priest delivered the final prayer, a big knot of emotion formed in her throat with a suffocating intensity. Tears welled in her eyes, clouding her vision as she stood solemnly beside the freshly dug grave. She clenched her jaw tightly, fighting the tears that threatened to fall while she struggle to maintain her composure.'Its okay to be sad and emotional, but it becomes a sin and weakness when you let it show.' Growing up, those were the words her grandfather would say to her whenever something made her cry.People started coming forward to say something about the deceased. Everyone has something to say as they placed colourful flowers on the casket an
Isabella succumbed to a fitful sleep, curled up in a ball while her cheeks bore the tracks of tears, only to be abruptly awakened by the insistent ringing of her phone. With a grumpy sigh, she reached out for it. Her heart dropped as she noticed an unknown caller ID on the screen - for a brief moment she had hoped the caller was Alexander, with reluctance, she picked it, "Hello?" she murmured, more to herself than the caller. A deep, rough male voice answered from the other end, "do you like the gift I sent you, Isabella?" The man's tone was teasing and filled with a mock amusement. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the gift he was referring to - it was the parcel left on her doorstep that was filled with pictures if Alex with his mistress and daughter, the reason she was in this pitiful state. It's shocking that her unknown caller is the anonymous sender, "Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking with a mixture of fear and sadness. The man laughed, a sinister sound that mad
"Do you know what I need now?" he asked, staring into her eyes. "What?" she asked with a knowing smile. "You." He stood up from Sophia's bed, careful not to wake her and swept Olivia off her feet in a single move while going in for another passionate kiss. Their lips remained locked as he carried her down the hallway towards the bedroom. Olivia let out a playful giggle. He lowered her onto the bed gently with desire evident in his fiery eyes while his lips reclaimed hers in fierce urgency. He trailed hot kisses down her neck and towards her shoulder blade, sending electric shocks through her whole body. Olivia kissed his neck and trailed her tongue down his chest, running her hands all over his body to feel the strong muscles of his chest and the toned abs of his stomach. His body tensed under her touch. He held her tightly and flipped her over, getting on top of her. Gently, he lowered the straps of her nightwear, drawing the gown below her perfect waistline, revealing her per
Alexander walked over to Sophia's side and settled onto the edge of the bed, his fingertips gently tracing the delicate strands of her golden blonde hair, a tender smile spread across his lips while he tucked a stray lock of hair from her face. She stirred slightly at his touch, her lashes lazily fluttered open to reveal the dazzling sapphire eyes that mirrored his own. "Daddy?" Olivia murmured sleepily, her voice a soft melodic whisper that tugged at his heartstrings. "Yes, sweetheart, it's me," Alexander replied, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Slowly, she drifted back to sleep, leaving Alexander to marvel at the delicate curve of her cheek and the way her lips curved into a contented smile while she doze off. A surge of love and protectiveness washed over him as he reassures himself he's doing what's best for his family by letting Isabella go. It's a decision he should have taken right after the only one, his fathe
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