"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:My mind raced.Was he trying to warn me about Charles using Nathan’s disappearance? Or was he subtly suggesting Nathan himself was a victim, not a villain? His words were like smoke, curling and shifting, impossible to grasp firmly.“Manuel,” I said, deciding to push back, test his boundaries. “What is it you really want? Why come to me with these… observations?”He met my gaze directly then, a flicker of something almost like… sincerity? … in his dark eyes. “As I said, Ms. De Rossi. My loyalty is to your father. To NexGen. I believe you are the rightful leader of this company. You have the vision, the strength. But… you are navigating dangerous waters. And you are… perhaps, isolated
Agatha POV:The blinking cursor on the monitor seemed to mock me. Financial projections swam before my eyes, a meaningless jumble of numbers that refused to align, refused to make sense. My head throbbed, a dull ache behind my eyes that had become a constant companion these past few weeks. And the tiny, persistent nausea that lurked just beneath the surface, a secret reminder of the impossible reality I was carrying inside me.The weight of it felt crushing. The board meeting next week loomed like an executioner’s appointment. They didn't trust me, I knew that. They saw Aldo De Rossi’s daughter, inexperienced, a temporary placeholder until they could install someone… more suitable. Someone they could control.The intercom buzzed, startling me. Sarah’s voice, usually crisp and efficient, sounded hesitant.“Ms. De Rossi? Sorry to interrupt, but… Manuel is here. He says it’s urgent and requests a private word.”Manuel? Dad’s assistant? My eyebrows furrowed. Manuel was quiet, efficien
Charles POV:The elevator doors slid shut, cutting off my view of Agatha. Her hurried escape, the almost frantic way she’d jabbed the button, left a sour taste in my mouth. She was hiding something."Errands?" I muttered under my breath, turning away from the closed doors. "In the Obstetrics and Gynecology wing? Unlikely."My mind raced. Pale. Tired. Nauseous, maybe? She'd brushed off my concern, blamed it on stress, on her father's illness. Plausible excuses, easily accepted if I hadn't seen the flicker of panic in her eyes, the way her hand had instinctively, almost imperceptibly, drifted towards her stomach.Something was wrong. Something she didn't want me to know.I found a quiet alcove down the hall, away from the sparse foot traffic.
Agatha POV:The vinyl chair squeaked beneath me, a small, protesting sound in the otherwise hushed waiting room.A toddler whined fitfully in the corner, clutching a worn teddy bear, while his mother scrolled absently through her phone.Obstetrics and Gynecology.The words on the frosted glass door seemed to loom, pulsing slightly in time with the nervous thrum beneath my ribs.This was real. This appointment, this check-up, this… situation.My hand strayed, as it often did these days, to my stomach. Still flat, still betraying nothing of the seismic shift that had occurred within me. Eight weeks. A tiny life, Charles’s life, growing inside me.
Agatha POV:Camille didn't answer, just kept staring out the window."Camille, please," I urged, stepping closer. "What did James tell you? He told the police he spoke to them too. He mentioned… secrets. About Nathan. About his past. He said they could… destroy me."Camille finally turned, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and fear. "James Wei is a snake, Agatha. He twists things. He lies.""I know that," I said patiently. "But what did he lie about? What specific secrets did he mention? Did he talk about… an accident? Something that happened years ago?" Charles’s story about the hit-and-run swam in my mind.Camille’s face paled, her eyes widening almost imperceptibly. She knew something."He… he hinted at things," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "Something dark. Something Nathan was desperate to keep hidden. He said… he said Nathan wasn't the man I thought he was. That he was
Agatha POV:Days had passed since the detectives’ visit, since the cryptic text, and the silence was deafening.No word from Nathan. No further threats from anonymous numbers.Even Charles had backed off slightly after our tense exchange at the office, his calls less frequent, his texts less demanding, though I still felt his presence like a shadow, a constant, watchful awareness.My office felt like a fortress and a prison all at once. Outside, NexGen buzzed with activity, the weight of the company resting squarely on my shoulders.Inside, I felt trapped, surrounded by unanswered questions and growing paranoia.Dad was recovering, slowly but surely, his strength returning bit by bit, but he wasn't ready to return to the helm, not yet. And I couldn't burden him with this, not while he was still so fragile.Lena had armed me with legal advice, strategies to protect myself and the baby, should Charles becom
Charles POV:"Are you telling me there's nothing? No credit card pings? No ATM withdrawals? No signal from his burner phone? He didn't just evaporate, Thompson!"I slammed my hand down on the polished surface of my desk, the sound sharp in the otherwise silent office.The penthouse felt less like a sanctuary and more like a cage, the walls closing in, amplifying the frantic pounding in my chest."Sir, we're tracking every lead," Thompson's voice crackled through the speakerphone, calm, infuriatingly professional."But Richards went dark. Completely off-grid after leaving the hospital that day. No financial activity, no traceable communication."
Agatha POV:FlashbackThe bathroom floor felt cold beneath my knees. Another negative pregnancy test lay stark white on the tiles.Hope, that fragile butterfly, had fluttered its wings for two long weeks, only to crash and burn again. Tears stung my eyes, hot and familiar."Aggie?" Nathan's voice came from the doorway. He stood there, already dressed in one of his perfect suits, impatience etched on his handsome face. "Are you ready? We're going to be late for the brunch."I quickly wiped my eyes, scrambling to my feet, hiding the test behind my back."Almost," I choked out, forcing a smile that felt like broken glass. "Just… touching up my makeup."
Agatha POV:Unexpected. That was one word for it.Catastrophic felt more accurate.I stared blankly at the pamphlet on prenatal vitamins she pressed into my hand. It felt heavy, alien, like an artifact from another dimension. Charles’s baby. The thought slammed into me, stealing the air from my lungs, making the room spin.Somehow, I managed to navigate the elevator, the lobby, the revolving doors, moving like an automaton. The city noise hit me as I stumbled onto the sidewalk, I needed… I needed Lena. My fingers fumbled with my phone, slick with a nervous sweat I hadn’t realized was there.Her name swam in my contacts list. I pressed call, my brea
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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