THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS

"Miss Harlow." Alanis greeted. He deliberately avoided addressing her by her maiden name, Blackwood. Legally, she was still his wife, and he had no intention of letting her forget that. He had allowed her freedom long enough; it was time to bring her back where she belonged.

His home...

"Mr Hamilton." Harlow greeted formally her tone as indifferent as always, reminding him of his status right now.

It doesn’t matter if they were going on a date together, they were nothing more than mere friends.

Now she thought about it, she wondered why she had agreed to this stupid date in the first place. She could just go back into the house and have a good night’s sleep, it’s not like Alanis cares about her.

Alanis still maintained the brown hair he dyed, he did a different hairstyle this time, exuding an air of effortless elegance, a man who could never look bad no matter what he wore, or did. Even when sick, he looked extremely good.

His good looks was one of the reasons she has fallen madly in love with him in the past

He stood there, clad in a custom-made, limited-edition suit that fit him like a second skin. Only he had this pair in the world just like his diamond wristwatch on his wrist right now. It was the birthday gift she had personally crafted and gifted him before their marriage. Harlow scoffed inwardly as she stared at it.

In her past life, Alanis never wore the watch ever, he tossed it aside like trash. And just when she had little hope that one day he would wear it, she saw it with one of his guards. Harlow was heartbroken that day but as always, she overlooked it.

But in this life, why was he wearing it? Especially tonight. And why was he staring at her like she was some meal?

Alanis finally dragged his eyes from her bewitching gaze. He always gets lost in those green eyes whenever he stares at them.

"Where’s my Grandma?" He asked looking ahead.

"She suddenly feels dizzy tonight. But don’t worry, she asked me to be your escort tonight." Her smile was deliberate, calculated, and as fake as they came.

Alanis nodded, his expression unreadable, before letting his eyes meet hers once more.

"You look beautiful. As always." His voice softened, disarming her with its sincerity.

Harlow nearly scoffed aloud. She was dressed in the most casual outfit imaginable, her hair an unkempt mess, her face bare of makeup. Not a single accessory adorned her. She looked anything but beautiful.

Was he mocking her, or had he truly meant what he said? fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

He was definitely mocking her.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you trying to mock me, Mr. Hamilton?"

"Do you want me to lie to you?" Alanis asked back.

"We can’t keep arguing all night, let’s go." Alanis extended his hand toward her, the perfect image of a gentleman. But Harlow, with her chin held high, ignored the gesture and stepped into the car alone.

He watched her with a small knowing smile as the door closed. He turned to the other side of the door and got in too. The last time Harlow entered this car was the day he saved her from her father’s mansion. She didn’t even say her thank you and just left like that.

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The drive to the restaurant was long and quiet and at exactly 8:pm, their car arrived at the entrance of a fancy restaurant with a big shinning billboard that read, L’éclat Du Palais.

"Pick us up at ten," Alanis instructed his chauffeur curtly. The man nodded and drove off without another word.

As Alanis stepped out of the car, he offered Harlow his hand, but she ignored the gesture and exited on her own. It was only then, standing under the dazzling lights of the restaurant, that Harlow realized her mistake. She had left her purse at home. No cellphone, no wallet, nothing.

She had nothing on her. If anything happens here, she has no means of communication.

As they approached the entrance, they were greeted by a man in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. His sharp gaze lingered a moment too long on Harlow, his brows twitching with disapproval at her casual attire.

"Mr. Hamilton?" the hostess asked, though it was more of a confirmation than a question.

"Yes," Alanis replied with a smile.

At his response, the man’s demeanor shifted instantly. He straightened, offering a small, deferential bow. The entire restaurant staff had been briefed this afternoon. This wasn’t just another reservation. Earlier, every prestigious guest had been cleared out, and those who arrived later were turned away. The restaurant was closed to the public tonight because Alanis Hamilton had bought out the entire venue.

For a man of Alanis’s caliber, the hostess thought, surely he’d arrive with someone more...worthy. Certainly not this slender, unpolished woman in plain clothes, who looked as if she had been plucked off some forgotten street corner.

"Welcome to L’Éclat du Palais," the hostess greeted, gesturing toward the grand entrance.

Alanis inclined his head politely, placing a hand lightly at the small of Harlow’s back as they were escorted inside. The restaurant staff watched them with veiled curiosity. Rumors of Alanis’s name had been swirling for weeks.

His entanglements with the Blackwood sisters and the sudden rise of Hamilton Corporations had turned him into a household name once again.

In just one week, Alanis had reclaimed his place among the wealthiest bachelors in the country, soaring to number five on the list. Investors swarmed to Hamilton Corporations like moths to a flame, betting heavily on the company’s seemingly unstoppable growth and success.

They were led to an exclusive dining room on the highest floor of the restaurant. The penthouse suite was reserved for the most distinguished guests, and it was a masterpiece in itself. The room was framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the ocean, where the endless dance of the waves against the shore created a mesmerizing backdrop.

Harlow’s breath caught in her throat. The view was stunning. This was her favorite thing in the world, watching the water’s ceaseless rhythm, lost in its hypnotic beauty.

But how did Alanis know that?

She stood by the window, her gaze locked on the horizon, momentarily forgetting the man beside her. She could lose herself in this view forever, if not for the soft knock of a waiter entering the room, snapping her back to the present.