The Billionaire's Betrayal A Wife's Revenge — Novel

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In a world where betrayal feels like a second language, one woman stands poised at the edge of her husband’s deception. After eight years of marriage, she has become accustomed to sharing her life with not just Alex Fleming, but a parade of mistresses parading through their opulent home. The latest, Lily, brazenly tests the boundaries of loyalty and love, wielding ambition like a weapon. What happens when the wife decides to play a game of her own?

With a heart hardened by loss and a mind sharpened by betrayal, she embraces a calculated plan for revenge. Each sister who enters her home becomes a pawn in her carefully crafted strategy, but can she truly outmaneuver the man who has broken her heart? As a storm brews outside, tensions rise within, and the stakes become deadly.

What will she sacrifice to reclaim her dignity? Will her quest for justice ignite a fire too fierce to control, or is she simply playing with the flames? With each encounter, the lines blur between love and vengeance, and as the winds howl, old wounds threaten to unravel everything she thought she knew.

The Billionaire's Betrayal A Wife's RevengeChapter 1

On my twentieth birthday, I married Alex Fleming. He set off fireworks for me over Victoria Harbor—a century's worth of light painting the sky.

On my twenty-eighth birthday, he brought home a pregnant girl and had her serve me tea. "This is my new eighth concubine, Lily Abbott. Honey, starting today, you'll help me take care of her."

The woman's pale eyes burned with ambition. She called me "sister" through gritted teeth, holding the teacup but refusing to kneel.

I wasn't surprised. My lips curled into a mocking smile. "This one isn't even as sensible as the previous seven. How many little sisters have you found for me out there? You might as well bring them all home at once."

"Jealous?"

He rubbed my lips, his smile teasing. "Honey, I told you—no matter how many women I have outside, you're the only wife who gets my last name."

I didn't collapse like before, screaming and making scenes. Instead, I stroked his face and played along. "It's my honor."

After all, only by staying in this position could I send him off properly at the end.

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I reached for the tea—and Lily's body swayed. The cup fell and smashed right into my forehead.