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Wife’s Bitter Revenge Against Neglectful CEO Husband

Teela married King Heavenly because she loved him, but life in the Heavenly household was anything but euphoric. Lettie, her hard-as-nails mother-in-law, treats her like an unpaid servant. The family treats her like an outsider. King treats her like a shadow, transparent and forgettable. When Lettie presses Teela to prove her value to the family or get out, Teela has a decision to make. But she’s not leaving without a fight. King Heavenly rules Heavenly Industries with an iron fist, but he leaves his home life to his mother to manage, and that includes the management of his boring little wife. Teela has never complained. She’s never done anything interesting, for that matter. She’s just one more responsibility in a long line of responsibilities that King shoulders on a daily basis, and that is exactly how he treats her — as a responsibility that he’s delegated to his mother. Suddenly Teela steps out of the shadows and into a fight with him and his whole family, and King is baffled by the ruthless actions of his now daring wife. He’d always heard that vengeance is a dish best served cold, but Teela is coming in hot!

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132 Chs

Destruction, Fire and Soul

Liquid sloshed from what sounded like a tin can, based on the hollow sound of metal against the wood floors. The odor of gasoline seeped through the door moments before fluid flowed into the room from beneath the door.

I flashed back to Min's story of how his parents died, and he was left to burn. The pyromaniac he accused was Daniel.

Terrific. Daniel practiced on Min. Now, he was set to do a better job on me than he had Min.

"Bea, Bea. You have to wake up. Now. We have to go."

I jerked down the dust-laden curtains and sopped up the gas as I mopped it back toward the door. At least I could keep the accelerant on the other side of the door.

We didn't have a choice now. Daniel meant to burn us alive. I'd have to lower Bea out of the window as far as I could and pray she survived the fall.

"Bea, come on, help me." I shook her again, and I must have been rougher than I expected. She flopped onto her back.