"I may have been a trophy wife, but now I'm the one holding the trophy" Agatha De Rossi, fresh out of a brutal marriage with business tycoon Nathan Richards, is ready to trade her diamonds for dynamite. With the help of her father, Aldo, the elusive CEO of NexGen, Agatha transforms from trophy wife to tech heiress with a vengeance. Manhattan's elite becomes her hunting ground as she infiltrates Nathan's world to dismantle his empire piece by piece. But a wrench gets thrown into her perfectly laid plans: Charles Campbell. Nathan's rival, a billionaire with charm to spare and eyes that see right through Agatha's disguise. Will Agatha resist Charles' allure and stay focused on revenge? Or will their undeniable chemistry ignite a passion hotter than any boardroom battle? Click now and find out if Agatha gets her revenge, her man, or maybe both.
Lihat lebih banyakAgatha POV:The walls of the conference room seemed to spin around me, the voices of the board members fading into a distant, muffled hum. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white, my body swaying precariously."Ms. De Rossi, are you alright?" Sarah's voice, sharp with concern, cut through the fog in my brain."I… I just need a moment," I stammered, my voice a shaky whisper, my hand reaching up to my forehead, trying to steady myself, to push back the wave of dizziness that threatened to overwhelm me.But it was no use. The room tilted, the faces around the table blurring, the floor rushing up to meet me. And then, darkness.I woke up to the insistent beeping of a machine, the scent of antiseptic stinging my
Agatha POV:My office at NexGen felt alien, cold. The sleek, modern furniture, the panoramic city view – it all seemed to mock the turmoil churning inside me.The space, once a symbol of my ambition, my newfound power, now felt like a cage.The memory of that confrontation, of Charles standing right where I was, his carefully constructed mask of concern cracking to reveal the anger, the possessiveness beneath… it replayed in my mind, a chilling loop.The documents, spread across this desk, the evidence of his betrayal…I ran a hand over the smooth surface of my desk, as if I could physically feel the re
Nathan POV:A price. Of course. There was always a price."What price, Manuel?" I asked, my voice a low growl, my hand tightening into a fist, my mind racing, calculating, weighing the risks against the potential rewards.He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of ambition and… something else. Something darker. Something… dangerous."Let’s just say… a partnership, Señor Richards,” he said, his voice a smooth, persuasive hum. “A mutually beneficial arrangement. You help me… and I help you. We both get what we want.”“And what is it you want, Manuel?” I asked, my voice a challenge, my gaze unwavering
Nathan POV:"Another one, Señor Richards?"The voice, soft and accented, barely registered over the roaring in my ears. I looked up, blinking, trying to focus on the man standing before me.It was Manuel. Aldo De Rossi’s assistant. What the hell was he doing here? And how did he even find me?"Sure," I mumbled, pushing my empty glass across the rough, concrete surface. "Why the hell not?"The 'bar' was a joke. A couple of crates stacked on top of each other in the corner of this abandoned warehouse, a pathetic collection of half-empty bottles its only sto
Charles POV:"Get me Thompson on the line. Now!"My voice, usually a smooth instrument of persuasion, was a ragged bark, echoing through the sterile emptiness of my office.I paced, the expensive Persian rug a blur beneath my feet, my hands clenched into fists, my mind a chaotic storm of anger, fear, and a desperate, gnawing need for control.Agatha.Her face, her voice, her rejection… It was a relentless loop playing in my head, a constant reminder of my failure, my… vulnerability.She knew. Somehow, she knew. About Xing, about the manipulations, about… everything.And she'd thrown me out. Dismissed me
"Agatha, please,"Charles whispered, his voice choked with emotion, his eyes pleading, his hands reaching out, trembling, as if to touch me, to hold me, to pull me back from the precipice."I… I can change. I can… I can get help. Just… just give me another chance. Please."His vulnerability, so raw, so unexpected, almost broke me. For a fleeting moment, I saw a glimpse of the man I’d thought he was, the man I’d wanted him to be.But it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t erase the lies, the manipulations, the betrayal.“No, Charles,” I said, my voice firm, my gaze unwavering, my heart aching with a pain that was both a release and a devastating loss.
Agatha POV:"Explain it, Charles? Really?"My voice was ice, a stark contrast to the fire raging inside me. "I think these documents explain themselves pretty clearly, don't you?"I swept my hand across the desk, scattering the damning evidence – printouts of emails, contracts, financial transactions, all meticulously organized, all pointing to one undeniable truth: Charles Campbell, the man I'd trusted, the man I'd almost loved, had been systematically manipulating me, my company, my life.He stood there, frozen, his usual charming facade crumbling, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and… was that fear?Good. Let him be afraid."Agatha, I… I can
Charles POV:"Another masterpiece, wouldn't you say, Thompson?"I swirled the brandy in my glass, the amber liquid catching the light from the setting sun streaming through my office windows. I was feeling good. Really good.Thompson, my head of security, a man as solid and dependable as a brick wall, chuckled. "If you say so, Mr. Campbell. Looks like a… complicated transaction to me."I smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that reflected the sense of accomplishment, of control, that had settled over me in the past few weeks. "Complicated, yes. But elegant, Thompson. Elegant."The partnership with NexGen was more than just a business deal. It was a symphony, a carefully orchestrated masterpiece, with every note, every instr
Agatha POV:"Agatha, the Q3 projections are finalized. Do you want the good news or the bad news first?"Sarah's voice, usually bright and chipper, was flat, strained. It was enough to make my already pounding headache even worse.I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the tension that had taken up permanent residence there. "Just give it to me straight, Sarah. No sugarcoating.""Right. Well, the good news is, we're still afloat," she said, her voice a little hesitant, like she was trying to find a silver lining in a very dark cloud. "The Campbell partnership staunched the bleeding, at least for now.""And the bad news?" I asked, my voice a weary sigh, already bracing myself for the next blow."The bad news is… everything else," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, as if the walls themselves had ears. "Profits are down, investor confidence is shaky, and the board… well, let's just say they're not thrilled with the current… situation.""The current situation being me, you mean," I
I stood in shock, staring down at the papers scattered across the floor. Divorce papers, with Nathan's signature already scribbled on the line. He couldn't even look me in the eye as he uttered those heartless words. "You should start packing. Only take what you came with." The pounding of my heart drowned out all other sounds. This couldn't be real, it had to be some twisted joke. I searched Nathan's face pleadingly, hoping to find even a hint of remorse or regret. But his eyes remained cold and distant. "Nathan, please...we can talk about this. What happened to make you want this so suddenly?" My voice cracked with emotion. Three years of marriage, three years of giving everything to this man, and his lavish lifestyle, meant nothing to him now. He sighed in annoyance. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Agatha. It's over. I've already filed the paperwork. Now just pack your things and go." White-hot anger swirled within me now, battling with the remnants of grief and...
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