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Fifty Million Reasons To Hate Him

Fifty Million Reasons To Hate Him

Author: Fonz Nadherny
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Chapter 1

Word Count: 1077    |    Released on: 07/05/2026

heavy glass door of the M

the conference room stung his

s. She sat perfectly straight at the

ave a singl

f a three-year mistake

fifty-page divorce settlement agr

t. Fifty million dollars. A trust fun

He pulled the cap of

ristine, understated Chanel suit.

r lower lash line. She looked shattered. She

exhaustion wash over him. He wa

letting his gaze drop

ib of the pen hard ag

n scra

st letter of his name, a sharp, piercing

dom! I finally shook of

dilated. His wrist

his eyes darting aroun

sat frozen, hold

her shoulders shaking as she

. The room was pr

hand and rubbed his temples. The

he Torres Group merger. He was sleep-depriv

eared ink on the paper. He took a slow

his hand

gn the damn paper so I can go b

hand turn

k bled onto the page, ru

tared at her flawless, tear-

lifted her head. Her eyes were red

n?" she

raspy, broken sound of a devastated wife.

ed her glossy

ng in his brain was

Hurry up and sign, you

t Harrison like a physical blow

The legs scraped harshly a

ast the chair ne

ed to their feet, thei

orney stammered. "Is there

ack into her seat, a fresh

the fabric until her knuckles turned white. She

. He closed the distance bet

lowing her small frame. He stared down into

, avoiding his aggres

? the voice shrieked in his head. Is m

was crystal clear. It

tep back. The shock hit his

ect, submissive wife. She never raised

head, she was cursing

tion burned the back of his

The thick blue veins on the backs

She slowly reached out with

ght the edge o

gged aloud, her voice crac

s arm away as if s

ling lip, while her vo

ic is so scratchy.

gh scraped its way ou

th curled into a terri

ly back to his chair. He sat dow

relief. A flash of cunning satisfaction da

son s

above the paper. He watched Iris's should

r. He loved holding her by the t

n said, his voice a

the p

sum payment of fifty m

head sn

from her face, replaced

ucking ki

arrison actually winced. The sheer f

gal pad, wiping sweat from his forehead.

his chair. He crossed

woman teetering on the e

s willing to take this performance. He wanted to watch the mask crack under pre

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