igh-profile financial reporters, international paparazzi, and national news anchors packed the rows of seats, their microphones bristling at the base of a massive,
all Street Merger of the Century. The eyes of the ent
n the woman standing across the green room. Elena Montgomery looked like an absolute goddess of power and destruction. She wore a striking, crimson-red asymmetric gown that stood out violently against the dark backstage decor, her dark hair pinned
curity perimeters. "The live feed is currently streaming to over fifty million viewers worldwide. Wall Street is waiting. The second you and
ly on Elena, a low, possessive growl vibrating in his chest.
twins in the armored limousine in the private underground gara
ntense, familiar heat of his presence rolled over her, but she didn't step back. She simply tilted her head, her dark eyes
ve baritone. "Are you finally realizing that you cannot escape me? By signing these merger papers today, our companies are legally marrie
g smirk that promised absolute ruin. She adjusted h
h, velvety, and entirely lethal. "You think you bought a cage when you bought that school? You forgot that I am th
he stage manager frantically waved his arms. "We are live in five seconds! P
rom the elite crowd was deafening as Ethan and Elena walked out onto the stage with synchronized, flawless grace. To the global audience watching the live
corporate authority. Elena stood behind the left podium, her crimson dress catchi
d microphone, instantly silencing the roaring ballroom. "Today, Vance Enterprises and Montgomery Global are officially announcing a historic partnership. By combining our lo
ts frantically began typing on their laptops as the stock tickers on t
cameras captured perfectly. "I will hand the microphone over to my esteemed partner, President Elena Mo
ieved he had won. He had paid her billions, he controlled her children's school, an
deep eyes locking straight into the lens of the primary broadcast camera-staring directly into the souls
is indeed an interesting concept. But before we discuss the future, I believe the global public and our primary investors deserve to know the absolute, u
d through the rows of journalist
drenaline shot down his spine. He took a step forward, his emerald eyes narr
nst the marble podium, her voice dropping into a powerful,
literal shockwave through the room. "But his revenge didn't stop at corporate competition. To ensure my family's complete destruction, Ethan Vance married me under a false identity of af
an Blake screamed from the wings of the stage, his face
f the television satellite arrays twenty minutes ago. The broadcast could not be stopped. Fifty million peo
hotographers were violently flashing their cameras, journal
iscarding his corporate mask as he marched across the stage towa
age, directly in front of the giant digital screen. She lifted her chin, her eyes fla
anniversary, after his revenge was complete, Mr. Vance handed me divorce papers and ordered his security to cast me out into a midnight rainstorm, completely penn
sts clenched so tightly his palms were bleeding. He stared at her, his heart violently hammering
nt finger toward the massive
e the final file
bal financial market to completely ground to a halt. It was a certified, legally stamped DNA paternity report from the city's l
illed the screen, showing the twins sitting safely inside the armored limousine, their beaut
f pure, public execution. "He abandoned his pregnant wife. He cast his own unborn heirs, the future of the Vance legacy, into the streets to starve. For five years,
t just drop-they went into an absolute, historic freefall. Vance Enterprises' market value disintegrated by fifteen percent in a ma
, let out a high-pitched shriek of pure, humiliated horror before fainting directly onto the lea
e all-powerful billionaire tyrant looked entirely stripped bare in front of the world. He didn't care about the billions of dollars he was losing, and he d
hest were suffocating. She had ruined him. She had systematically exposed his darkest sin
than felt a dark, twisted, and completely unyielding sense of absolute adoration consume his entire soul. She wasn't just his wife anymore. She
e looked up into his wild, intense eyes. She slowly reached out, her manicured fingers gently
t I would return to burn your entire empire to the ground. Look around you. The walls are falling. Your stocks are dead, your reputation is gone, and the
olute, supreme dignity, her crimson gown billowing around her ankles as the s
chest rising and falling heavily as a slow, dark, and completely obsessive smile spread acros
billions, you can destroy my name, and you can run to the ends of the earth. But I am still the father of your children. I am still the man who owns your hatred. And I will hunt you through every boardroom, every ci

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