After dumped, I married a billionaire

A sharp crack echoed through the room—right across Remy’s cheek. She never saw it coming. That smug little smirk on her face melted away instantly. Shock burned into rage, and she stared at me like she couldn’t believe what just happened. "How dare you slap me?!"

"Why the hell wouldn’t I? Who do you think you are, anyway?!" I shot back.

Before she could blink, I locked my hand around her throat and shoved her head hard toward the open window. Her upper body dangled out over the ledge, feet kicking uselessly in the air. We were fifteen floors up. Dizziness spun her, her pupils blowing wide as she shrieked, voice shrill with raw panic: "Help! Murder!"

"Remy, I let your little games slide before, but you really thought you could just keep pushing me?" My voice stayed steady, ice-calm. "Since you can’t keep your mouth shut, I don’t mind silencing you—for good." My grip tightened as I spoke.

She was fully hanging out the window now, fear tearing a scream from her throat. She started begging immediately, gasping: "I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never do it again…"

The whole spectacle already drew a crowd downstairs. A bunch of onlookers even pulled out their phones, already gearing up to film the chaos.

I glanced down at them, remembering I was supposed to head back to the family’s country estate soon to take over the business. The last thing I needed right now was extra drama.

"This is your final warning!" I hissed, yanking Remy back inside over the ledge.

The second her feet hit solid ground, she blew out a shaking breath and scrambled away from me. Over her shoulder as she backed toward the door, she spat: "Leona, you’re gonna regret this! The Hansen family won’t let you get away with this!"

I lifted an eyebrow and smirked, my lips tugging into a cold, unapologetic smile. "Let them try."

The Hansens didn’t scare me anymore. I had nothing left to lose. If they really wanted a fight, I’d give them one.

Once I was alone in my room, Remy’s words looped through my head: *Don’t think I don’t know why you disappeared suddenly. My brother told me everything!*

I never knew promises could be so flimsy. I never imagined the man I loved never actually believed me.

Had Michael forgotten why I was abducted in the first place? How could he live with what he did, no remorse, even dig up all my old pain with his own two hands?

Memories of that dark alley flickered through my mind, and my whole body started shaking uncontrollably. It felt like someone had ripped my chest open, and a freezing wind had poured straight into the hollow, chilling me right down to the bone.

A knock at the door snapped me back to the present. I turned, and there was Vance, standing in the doorway. The panic I’d been feeling evaporated, replaced by sharp surprise. I hadn’t expected to see him again this soon, not when I was already this unraveled.

"Do you… need something?" I asked.

Vance, immaculate in his tailored suit, strode toward me with that easy, confident stride of his. The golden afternoon light wrapped around him like a halo. He looked every bit the untouchable, elegant gentleman he was.

His dark, deep eyes locked onto mine, and he caught the tear tracks at the corner of my eyes. His brow furrowed just barely, soft with unspoken concern.