The Empress’ Vengeance

Wedding anniversary midnight—Damien’s MIA, but his photo with Seraphina hits my phone. Perfect couple. Meanwhile, I’m his doormat housewife, enduring his mom’s cold sneers. A car crash woke me up. Damien tossed money at me: "Keep the ring, the house." I laughed it off—his compensation? Disgusting. Back home, I grabbed my passport and tossed the 3-carat ring down, right under his old photo with her. "Damien, I saw the red flags, but I was blind. Now? I don’t need your provision to live." "You have nothing to fight me with!" he sneered. "I have your dirty secrets," I snapped. "Your empire’s built on lies—and soon the world’ll know." I walked out, ignoring his panic. Outside, my brother’s sleek sedan waited: "Welcome home, Elara. The board’s ready." As we pulled away, I whispered: "Phase One. Raze Thorne Corp’s stock by dawn." Yesterday’s captive housewife? Gone. Today’s hidden heiress, here to burn his empire down. Revenge starts now!