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The next morning, Sam called out to me after breakfast. "Willow, are you that short on money? I heard you didn't give Mom the card that you deposit your salary to," he said gently, his tone masking the dark schemes lurking beneath his perfect facade. "That's right. I'm planning to buy Irene a house worth a few hundred thousand. Want to chip in?" I said with a smile, noticing Irene's eyes light up at the mention of a house. Sam paused, then said, "Willow, the company is still in its early stages. Once I've got the money, I'll buy her one. Why don't you come work for my company? I'll give you a salary of 10 thousand," he added, clearly feeling threatened by my growing success. Ten thousand? My commission from a single deal was worth far more than that. His empty posturing wasn't worth my time. I grabbed my bag and walked out without a word. That evening, I attended a gala with Sonia Presley, my boss, dressed to the nines in an elegant gown. The room was filled with prom
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"Do you have any idea how hard I worked to get into that gala?" Sam snapped. "And you've got so many connections, but you don't share them with me." He looked at me with irritation, his entitlement written all over his face. "I'm only looking out for our family's best interests. I'll introduce you to Mr. Hodgson from Hodgson Solutions later," I said sweetly, feeding him just enough hope to keep him placated. "You're the best, babe," Sam said, pulling me in and planting two kisses on my cheek. Quick as a flash, I snapped a photo. The image only showed Sam's back as he leaned in to kiss me—my face wasn't visible. The fool had no idea that Archer, along with every other guest at the gala, would soon cut ties with him for stealing from his wife. His company was on the brink of collapse. Using a social media account I'd secretly created, I sent the photo to Irene. Moments later, Sam's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and immediately declined the call. "Who's
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I quietly followed behind. "Sam, how dare you fool around behind Willow's back!" Irene stormed in, kicking the door open in a fit of rage. It wasn't surprising—powerful men in business often surrounded themselves with beautiful women. Inside, Sam was cozying up to a group of scantily-clad women. Irene wasted no time, storming over and slapping him hard across the face, twice in quick succession. Sam staggered, seeing stars. Honestly, that felt good to watch. Fred raised a hand, and someone immediately pulled Irene away. "Fred, she's my sister-in-law. Please, there's no need to take this too far!" Sam, realizing how dire the situation had become, quickly pleaded for mercy. "How dare you make trouble in my territory!" Fred, now infuriated, didn't care who Sam was. He delivered two sharp slaps of his own, each louder than the last. Irene froze, her face paling as she stood silently in the corner, too terrified to speak. Fred approached her, gripping her chin roug
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Snuggled under my blanket, I began calculating my personal assets. Before getting married, I had saved 150 thousand, which I'd handed over to my mother. I needed to find a way to get that money back. The next morning, at work, I checked the security cameras. Irene was crying in Sam's arms. "I know you've suffered," he said, comforting her. "Once Willow smooths things over with Mr. Hodgson, I'll buy you a villa." Sam held her close, his hand slipping under her shirt. They were soon engaged in another hot entanglement.Disgusted, I turned off the footage. Just yesterday, she had been with another man. Yet here she was, shamelessly clinging to Sam. It must be true love. Because Irene was unwell, my mother had to care for Ronnie. His diaper hadn't been changed in time, and his skin had become sore and irritated. Seeing this, I took Ronnie to a safe place. "Willow, where's the baby? Give me back my Ronnie!" Irene barked.Ronnie had become Irene's emotional crutch; she
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"Are you really going to let them tarnish your reputation like this?" Sonia asked, shaking her head as she watched the viral video. "I underestimated you before, Willow. You're more ruthless than I thought." I casually took her phone and set it aside. "What's there to worry about? Even bad publicity is still publicity. The company's profile has skyrocketed, and the transition with Archer is complete. All that's left to do is collect the profits." Raising my wine glass, I clinked it against hers before gazing out at the bustling city lights below. The next day, Sonia and the PR team launched a campaign announcing my suspension. Officially, I was on a break, so I spent the time enjoying a few peaceful days with Ronnie. If they were bold enough to make a mess, I had every intention of returning the favor. I met with Archer personally and proposed a deal he couldn't refuse. Then, I headed back to Sam's house. "Where's my baby? Where's my little Ronnie?" Irene demanded ang
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"Why should Ronnie go to you? I raised him—he's my child!" Irene glared at the divorce agreement, snatched it up, and tore it into pieces in a fit of rage. "That's fine. I've got more." Calmly, I pulled another copy from my bag and placed it in front of Sam. "I'm walking away with nothing but my son." Sam's eyes darted nervously as if weighing his options. His company was just starting to pick up steam, earning close to 150 thousand dollars a year. If we divorced, half of everything would legally go to me, and I knew he couldn't bear to part with it. Without hesitation, he signed. "Willow, you don't even have a job right now. How are you going to take care of Ronnie?" Irene batted her eyelashes at me and tugged gently at my mother's sleeve. "That's right, Willow. Since you're back, why don't we all just live together like before?" My mother watched as Sam received an urgent call, grabbed his briefcase, and hurried off. Then she turned her attention to me, cle
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Soon, we moved into our new home, bringing a nanny along with us. My company capitalized on the buzz and secured several new contracts. Meanwhile, after I asked Sonia to mediate, Fred and Sam smoothed things over. Sam's company started to stabilize as well, and he became busier by the day, barely spending any time at home. Through the surveillance cameras, I watched Irene act like she owned the place. "Don't worry," she said, clinging to Sam while her hands wandered over him. "With that idiot threatening Willow, she'll hand Ronnie over for sure." Hearing her call my mother an "idiot" felt strange. For years, my mother had given her everything, yet Irene showed no gratitude. It was then I realized that she bore no resemblance to my mother. A suspicion began to take root in my mind. Sam, irritated by her chatter, brushed her off with an excuse about work and left. Angered, Irene used the location tracker on Sam's phone to follow him to a hotel. There, she fo
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In my past life, Sam's company thrived due to a mix of opportunity and genuine potential, which was why Archer had agreed to work with me this time, acquiring the company at a low price. I wasn't greedy. I only took a 20% stake, leaving Archer to profit handsomely from the acquisition. With his life in shambles, Sam tried to reconcile with Irene, but she wasn't much better off. Then my mother came pleading on Irene's behalf, stoking a storm of emotions inside me. I had once believed in motherly love, but now I realized I was nothing more than something to be discarded. "Irene can't have children. Why can't you just let her have Ronnie? I tried to tell you, but you caught them together instead. Even though I've always known about them, what was I supposed to do? She's my daughter!" Frustrated, she shouted and threw things, her anger spilling out in all directions. I stared at her, suddenly struck by how little I truly knew her. When I returned home, I found the n
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My name was Sam Hodgson.I fell for a young girl, Irene, who started working part-time at my company. She was twelve years younger than me. Using manipulation and the allure of a life filled with luxury, I managed to win her over completely.But Irene couldn't have children. That left me wondering—what would happen to my company without an heir? When I shared my concern with Irene, she immediately proposed an idea: marry her sister, Willow. That way, we could openly stay together while using Willow to give me the heir I needed.When Irene showed me Willow's picture, I was intrigued by her beauty. The plan seemed perfect. So, at a party, I arranged for my friends to get her drunk. Then, I swooped in to play the hero. Just as Irene predicted, Willow was touched by my "kindness". Still, Irene insisted that the unattainable always held greater allure. So, I spent a full year courting her before finally convincing her to marry me.Once we were married, I focused on one thing: getting he
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My name was Willow Baxter. In my previous life, I was pushed to my death by my husband and sister in front of my mother and son. That was when I realized I had been nothing more than a tool for them—a means to produce an heir. They had been secretly involved all along, using me to bear a child for their sake. Once the child no longer needed me, their plan was simple: divorce me and leave me penniless. But not this time. Armed with the memories of my past life, I was determined to stay one step ahead. The first thing I did was sabotage a critical deal Sam needed to secure his company's listing on the stock market. Without it, his business couldn't go public. Then I introduced him to Fred, a cunning opportunist, and planted the seeds of jealousy in Irene. When Sam was on the verge of signing another contract, Irene's jealousy exploded, causing a public scene. The deal slipped through his fingers, and Irene was assaulted. It was a perfect example of losing on all fronts. Next, I i
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My phone rang shortly after. "Willow, give me 150 thousand, and I'll give your son back to you." Irene's trembling voice came through the line."Fine. Wait while I get the money," I replied, hanging up immediately. I ensured the call was recorded and neatly saved before then calling the police. Using the GPS bug I had planted on my mother's phone, the authorities quickly pinpointed their location. The two of them were holed up in a shabby motel, waiting to make a run for it as soon as I delivered the money. After retrieving Ronnie, I rushed him to the hospital for a check-up. Thankfully, he had only been given some sedatives, and the doctor assured me he'd be fine once it was metabolized."Your son has rare blood—AB negative. Make sure he never gets injured," the doctor warned. AB negative? I stared at the test results, my mind spinning. Sam and I had O and B blood types, respectively—how could our child have AB blood? I had never been unfaithful, so… I immediately repo
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In my past life, Sam's company thrived due to a mix of opportunity and genuine potential, which was why Archer had agreed to work with me this time, acquiring the company at a low price. I wasn't greedy. I only took a 20% stake, leaving Archer to profit handsomely from the acquisition. With his life in shambles, Sam tried to reconcile with Irene, but she wasn't much better off. Then my mother came pleading on Irene's behalf, stoking a storm of emotions inside me. I had once believed in motherly love, but now I realized I was nothing more than something to be discarded. "Irene can't have children. Why can't you just let her have Ronnie? I tried to tell you, but you caught them together instead. Even though I've always known about them, what was I supposed to do? She's my daughter!" Frustrated, she shouted and threw things, her anger spilling out in all directions. I stared at her, suddenly struck by how little I truly knew her. When I returned home, I found the n
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Soon, we moved into our new home, bringing a nanny along with us. My company capitalized on the buzz and secured several new contracts. Meanwhile, after I asked Sonia to mediate, Fred and Sam smoothed things over. Sam's company started to stabilize as well, and he became busier by the day, barely spending any time at home. Through the surveillance cameras, I watched Irene act like she owned the place. "Don't worry," she said, clinging to Sam while her hands wandered over him. "With that idiot threatening Willow, she'll hand Ronnie over for sure." Hearing her call my mother an "idiot" felt strange. For years, my mother had given her everything, yet Irene showed no gratitude. It was then I realized that she bore no resemblance to my mother. A suspicion began to take root in my mind. Sam, irritated by her chatter, brushed her off with an excuse about work and left. Angered, Irene used the location tracker on Sam's phone to follow him to a hotel. There, she fo
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"Why should Ronnie go to you? I raised him—he's my child!" Irene glared at the divorce agreement, snatched it up, and tore it into pieces in a fit of rage. "That's fine. I've got more." Calmly, I pulled another copy from my bag and placed it in front of Sam. "I'm walking away with nothing but my son." Sam's eyes darted nervously as if weighing his options. His company was just starting to pick up steam, earning close to 150 thousand dollars a year. If we divorced, half of everything would legally go to me, and I knew he couldn't bear to part with it. Without hesitation, he signed. "Willow, you don't even have a job right now. How are you going to take care of Ronnie?" Irene batted her eyelashes at me and tugged gently at my mother's sleeve. "That's right, Willow. Since you're back, why don't we all just live together like before?" My mother watched as Sam received an urgent call, grabbed his briefcase, and hurried off. Then she turned her attention to me, cle
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"Are you really going to let them tarnish your reputation like this?" Sonia asked, shaking her head as she watched the viral video. "I underestimated you before, Willow. You're more ruthless than I thought." I casually took her phone and set it aside. "What's there to worry about? Even bad publicity is still publicity. The company's profile has skyrocketed, and the transition with Archer is complete. All that's left to do is collect the profits." Raising my wine glass, I clinked it against hers before gazing out at the bustling city lights below. The next day, Sonia and the PR team launched a campaign announcing my suspension. Officially, I was on a break, so I spent the time enjoying a few peaceful days with Ronnie. If they were bold enough to make a mess, I had every intention of returning the favor. I met with Archer personally and proposed a deal he couldn't refuse. Then, I headed back to Sam's house. "Where's my baby? Where's my little Ronnie?" Irene demanded ang
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Snuggled under my blanket, I began calculating my personal assets. Before getting married, I had saved 150 thousand, which I'd handed over to my mother. I needed to find a way to get that money back. The next morning, at work, I checked the security cameras. Irene was crying in Sam's arms. "I know you've suffered," he said, comforting her. "Once Willow smooths things over with Mr. Hodgson, I'll buy you a villa." Sam held her close, his hand slipping under her shirt. They were soon engaged in another hot entanglement.Disgusted, I turned off the footage. Just yesterday, she had been with another man. Yet here she was, shamelessly clinging to Sam. It must be true love. Because Irene was unwell, my mother had to care for Ronnie. His diaper hadn't been changed in time, and his skin had become sore and irritated. Seeing this, I took Ronnie to a safe place. "Willow, where's the baby? Give me back my Ronnie!" Irene barked.Ronnie had become Irene's emotional crutch; she
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I quietly followed behind. "Sam, how dare you fool around behind Willow's back!" Irene stormed in, kicking the door open in a fit of rage. It wasn't surprising—powerful men in business often surrounded themselves with beautiful women. Inside, Sam was cozying up to a group of scantily-clad women. Irene wasted no time, storming over and slapping him hard across the face, twice in quick succession. Sam staggered, seeing stars. Honestly, that felt good to watch. Fred raised a hand, and someone immediately pulled Irene away. "Fred, she's my sister-in-law. Please, there's no need to take this too far!" Sam, realizing how dire the situation had become, quickly pleaded for mercy. "How dare you make trouble in my territory!" Fred, now infuriated, didn't care who Sam was. He delivered two sharp slaps of his own, each louder than the last. Irene froze, her face paling as she stood silently in the corner, too terrified to speak. Fred approached her, gripping her chin roug
