HE LAUGHED AS HE BEAT ME IN FRONT OF 300 ELITES… 5 YEARS LATER I BOUGHT EVERYTHING HE EVER TOUCHED
HE LAUGHED AS HE BEAT ME IN FRONT OF 300 ELITES… 5 YEARS LATER I BOUGHT EVERYTHING HE EVER TOUCHED
Chapter 1: The Night I Died in Public
The glass shattered before I even hit the ground.
Not from me.
From the champagne tower collapsing as my body was thrown into it.
“Pathetic.”
His voice echoed across the luxury gala hall.
Three hundred guests.
Million-dollar dresses.
Flash photography.
And me—on the floor.
Bleeding from my lip.
My suit torn.
My dignity gone before my consciousness even caught up.
Adrian Vale crouched beside me, smiling.
“So this is the famous husband?”
A soft laugh spread through the crowd.
I tried to stand.
He kicked me back down.
Hard.
The room gasped—but no one moved.
Not security.
Not staff.
Not even my wife.
She stood in a red dress… watching.
Not shocked.
Not stopping it.
Just watching.
“Don’t touch him,” she said softly.
But not to him.
To me.
That was when I understood.
This wasn’t a misunderstanding.
This was permission.
Adrian grabbed my collar.
“You really thought you belonged in this world?”
Then he whispered:
“You’re embarrassing her.”
And he slammed my head into the marble table.
Black.
Noise.
May you like
Screams.
Then nothing.
