THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS

MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: NASSA BARRETT, GLITTER AND VIOLENCE.

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The front page bore Harlow’s name, alongside the headline detailing her explosive interview. Harlow’s confession about her family’s corruption had already gone viral, dragging the Blackwood name through the mud. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Even if Frank tried to manipulate the media, the people who read newspapers are normal citizens. The ones who haven’t been swayed to join the internet. How does he get to those people now?

Harlow has really bitten more than she can chew.

"What is the meaning of this?" Frank roared, his voice shaking the walls.

"Exactly what it looks like," Harlow replied, her tone unbothered.

"You dare tarnish this family’s reputation in public? After everything we’ve done for you Harlow?" Frank thundered, his fists clenching at his sides.

"What did I say there that isn’t the truth?* Harlow asked this time only provoking her father the more. Frank right now looked like he could explode at any moment.

Frank’s composure snapped. His hand swiped across his desk, sending papers, pens, and glass crashing to the floor. Harlow didn’t move, her calm expression only fueling his rage. "You insolent child. I have troubles EVERYWHERE yet here you are adding to my problems." He said. "But not for long." He added.

"I will ruin you," Frank hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "I’ll seize your accounts, your properties, that pathetic little business of yours. I’ll leave you with nothing. You will come back to this house, and you will marry Mr. Eagle, whether you like it or not."

Harlow squared her shoulders, her voice steady despite the storm brewing within her. "You will do no such thing, Father. You cannot force me to marry that man against my will. And you dare not touch anything I own."

She took a step forward, but Frank’s response was swift and brutal. Frank’s hand connected with her cheek in a sharp slap, the force sending her stumbling to the floor. The sting burned her skin, but the humiliation cut deeper. She pressed her palm against her cheek, willing herself not to cry.

"You will do as I say from now on," Frank snarled, towering over her. "Since you want to be unreasonable, let’s all be unreasonable together."

Before Harlow could respond, her cell phone rang. She fumbled with shaky hands to answer it. "Hello," she said, her voice trembling.

"Boss," Richie’s panicked voice came through. "Some men just showed up at the mansion. They’re claiming the property has been seized."

Harlow closed her eyes. She knew exactly what this meant. She had worked so hard for everything she owned, her father couldn’t just take it away from her.

"Go home, Richie," she instructed softly. "Tell Ava to meet me at my father’s mansion. We’ll talk..."

Before she could finish, Frank yanked the phone from her hand.

"This will also be seized," he said coldly, glaring at the device as if it were the cause of his problems. "You’ll cut contact with everything and every one until you’re in your husband’s mansion. Do you understand me?"

His words dripped with finality, and Harlow clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. They gave her an option before and she had done just that. She was happy being alone and not a part of their family. She had maintained her part of the deal, but they couldn’t maintain theirs.

"Now get out," he commanded, his voice echoing through the room.

Harlow rose to her feet, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she walked to the door.

"The only way to get your properties back is to at least be nice to your sister and your mother. Any complaints and everything will be gone."

She didn’t look back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. The moment she stepped out, she released a shuddering breath. Her cheek throbbed, and though her body screamed for her to cry, she held the tears back.

She wouldn’t give him, or anyone else in this house, the satisfaction of her pain.

She could acquire those properties again, she just needs to work two times harder.

As she walked down the hall, she was met with the shrill laughter of Claudia and her mother. The two were huddled together, their mockery apparent in their smug smiles.

"Well, look who it is," Claudia purred, her voice laced with malice. "The little princess finally returns.

"What shall we make of this grand return Mother?" She turned to Elisa who chuckled, pretending to cover her mouth. "Poor thing. Always so high and mighty, and now look at her. It’s pathetic, really."

"What shall we call this story? The Poor Heiress Returns...?"

Harlow stopped in her tracks, her back straight and her gaze unwavering. She didn’t respond, didn’t give them the reaction they craved. Instead, she walked past them. She knows this is their doing.

The two accomplices she had missed in her past life. They’re the ones responsible for her death and that of her children.

They might have won this round, but this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

"Oh, Harlow," Claudia called after her, her voice sweet and saccharine. "Sister, don’t just walk away."

Harlow stopped, listening.

"Tomorrow night is my engagement party," Claudia continued smugly. "And don’t worry, you’re invited."

Slowly, Harlow turned to meet her sister’s gaze. Her bright green eyes gleamed under the chandelier’s light, unreadable yet piercing.

"Alanis agreed to the marriage?" Harlow asked, her tone cool and measured. She wasn’t surprised, it was only right they both get married. They deserve each other.

"Of course, why wouldn’t he? I’m the one he loves," Claudia said, her smugness radiating like a shield.

Harlow nodded, thoughts churning as an idea formed. Claudia’s engagement party. It might just be her ticket out of this mess.

"If so, congratulations, sister," Harlow said sweetly, her tone light, almost affectionate. "I’m so happy you’re finally with the one you truly love."

Claudia blinked, caught off guard for a moment by Harlow’s sincerity. Then she waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever." She turned and began walking away, leaving Elisa standing there with her stepdaughter.

Elisa, ever commanding, took her chance. "As you already know, your sister’s engagement party is tomorrow. There’s still so much she has to do. The least you can do is help her prepare. Perhaps apply her face products or attend to her wardrobe. It’s the least you owe her."

Harlow inclined her head obediently, her expression neutral. "Of course," she replied, her tone smooth.

Without waiting for a response, Harlow turned and walked away.

It’s only for a short time, all these shall end very soon.