One Star Review For My Billionaire Husband

The heavy oak door of the study flew open with a bang.

Warren Long looked up from a stack of financial reports, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "What is the meaning of this racket? Have you no manners?"

Ella ignored him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she stormed to his desk. "Dad, you have to listen to me. Annette and Chloe-they're trying to force me to marry that old man from the Sinclair family. They want to give my engagement to Chloe."

Warren took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, a gesture of deep weariness. "I'm aware of the situation, Ella. And it's the best solution we have."

The words hit her like a physical blow. She staggered back, her hand flying to her chest as if to hold herself together. "Best solution? Do you have any idea what they did to me? Chloe drugged me, Dad. She set me up to ruin me so she could steal Caleb."

"The engagement to Caleb... Mom arranged it for me before she died," Ella said, her voice cracking with suppressed emotion. "I refuse to let anyone destroy the last thing she left me. I knew the Vances valued purity above all else, which is exactly why I tried so hard to protect myself last night. But your precious stepdaughter ruined it all!"

A flicker of something-discomfort, perhaps-crossed his face before it was replaced by a cold, business-like mask. "Do you have any proof of that? Or are you just making wild accusations to slander your sister?"

Her heart turned to a block of ice in her chest. He didn't care about the truth. He didn't want to know.

Warren's face contorted with rage. "Shut up!" he roared, his voice cracking. "You brought this disgrace upon yourself with your own scandalous behavior, yet you have the audacity to attack your mother and sister? Have I pampered you too much over the years?"

"Pampered?" Ella scoffed, a bitter, hysterical laugh bubbling in her chest as she stared at the man who called himself her father. "When have you ever pampered me? Mom's funeral shroud wasn't even cold before you brought your mistress and her daughter into this house, letting them ruthlessly rule over us! Right now, Leo is still lying in a hospital bed, and if I hadn't been sharp enough to escape last night, those two vultures would have buried me alive!"

That was the line. She had crossed it. Warren moved so fast she didn't have time to react. He strode across the room, his hand raised.

The sound of the slap echoed in the silent, wood-paneled room.

Her head snapped to the side. A sharp, stinging pain exploded across her cheek. Her lip split, and she tasted the metallic tang of blood. But the physical pain was nothing, a dull throb compared to the gaping wound in her heart.

Slowly, she turned her head back to face him. She stared at her father, at the man who had just strike her to defend the woman who had replaced her mother.

Warren looked at his own hand, a brief flash of shock in his eyes, but he quickly hardened his expression. "That is a lesson. Learn to accept your reality."

"And don't even think about fighting this," Warren added, his voice dropping into a sinister, calculated threat as he turned his back to her. "Let me remind you who controls the trust fund for Leo's medical bills. One word from me, and the hospital halts all treatments for his congenital heart defect. Those specialized procedures cost an absolute fortune every month, Ella. Without my financial backing, your precious little brother won't survive the year. You will marry the Sinclair patriarch, and Chloe will take your place with Caleb. That is the only way you keep Leo alive."

The ultimate blackmail stripped the remaining warmth from her soul. It was a leash he had kept around her neck for years, and now he was pulling it tight.

Tears welled in her eyes, hot and stinging, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

A broken, hollow laugh escaped her lips. "A lesson," she repeated, the words tasting like ash. "I understand now."

She met his cold, unfeeling gaze. Her voice was quiet, but each word was a shard of ice. "I'll marry him. But you... and them... you will live to regret this day."

The plea in her eyes was gone, replaced by a chilling, bottomless hatred.

Without another word, she turned and walked out of the study. Her back was straight, her head held high.

Warren watched her go, a strange unease twisting in his gut. He quickly drowned it with another swallow of whiskey.

Outside the door, Annette and Chloe, who had been listening with their ears pressed to the wood, exchanged a triumphant glance at the sound of the slap. As Ella walked past them, her eyes were like frozen daggers. Chloe flinched, taking an involuntary step back.

Ella went to her room and locked the door. She slid down to the floor, her back against the wood, and finally, the silent tears came. She cried for her mother. She cried for the father she had lost long ago.

And when the tears stopped, there was nothing left inside but a cold, hard resolve. From this day forward, she was on her own.