Eliza Thorne
For six years, I sacrificed everything to be the perfect wife. I was Eliza Thorne, heiress to a corporate empire, but I became Jane Doe—a plain, unassuming woman who poured every ounce of her secret genius into building her husband's dream. I gave him my heart, my intellect, and my loyalty, all while hiding the immense power of my real name.
My reward was a knife in the back, delivered by the two people I should have been able to trust.
"She's a boring little mouse," he laughed with my own sister, the sound echoing in the office I helped him build. "Once we sell the company, we'll leave her with nothing but dust."
They were wrong. They didn't leave me with dust. They left me with a cold, burning rage and a thirst for absolute vengeance.
That night, Jane Doe died, and Eliza Thorne came home. Now, the man who called me a "useless burden" is about to walk into the most important meeting of his life, ready to close the deal that will make him a king. But when he enters that boardroom, he won't find a room of investors waiting for him.
He'll find me at the head of the table.
He will beg the woman he discarded for mercy. But the mouse is gone. And the queen shows no mercy.
They took my love. Now, I'm taking everything else.
Dukeofwestbrook · Urban
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