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Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!.
NOVEL STATUS: ON GOING
PUBLISHED CHAPTERS: 300+ CHAPTERS
Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress! – Sneak Peek
“Regina’s in the hospital. She needs a blood transfusion. Come to Hagen General. Now.”
“Where are you? You’re fifteen minutes late.”
“If you’re unhappy with the price, it’s been raised to one hundred thousand dollars. Check your bank account.”
“Darya Miller, I expect you at the hospital within the next twenty minutes. A deal’s a deal.”
Darya scrolled through the messages with a sneer, her knuckles turning white.
Instead of receiving texts from her husband, which these actually were, they sounded more like orders from a superior to an underling. Which, in essence, summed up her relationship with Micah perfectly—her as the subordinate, him as the superior.
When he gave instructions, Micah Cavanaugh expected them to be followed without question or delay.
The fact that Darya had already given blood three times in as many weeks was a trivial detail he couldn’t be bothered to remember—or care about.
“Suck it up. A deal’s a deal.”
She could almost hear him, his voice sharp, as if he were right there in the room, looking down his aquiline nose at her.
Darya shivered and rubbed her arms.
Dizziness, nausea, and cold sweats were common symptoms after giving too much blood in too short a time.
She had to wear wide bell sleeves to avoid irritation from the bruises where they had stuck the giant needle into the crook of her arm, repeatedly.
Micah didn’t notice the bruises, of course.
In fact, he rarely, if ever, touched her when they were in the same room.
When he wasn’t running his business empire, he spent his time by the side of another woman—Regina Fischer.
The exact nature of their relationship remained a topic of much speculation, but Darya never confronted Micah about it.
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She was just the wife, after all—a nominal one, at that.
Micah and Darya maintained separate bedrooms, exchanged perfunctory greetings when their paths crossed, and could go days without speaking to each other.
When he did reach out, it was mostly for Regina’s sake.
Darya happened to share the same extremely rare blood type as Micah’s alleged mistress—AB negative. In fact, her blood was the only reason Micah had agreed to marry her three years ago. Regina needed a blood transfusion back then, just as she did now.
Less than 1% of the country’s population had AB-negative blood, and hospital blood banks were always understocked.
“You want me to marry you?”
In the sterile hospital corridor, filled with the scent of antiseptic and someone else’s blood, Micah fixed his gaze on the girl who dared to use Regina’s medical condition to blackmail him. Heart in her throat, Darya nodded.
“Fine, but only if you agree to become a blood donor for Regina, 24/7. If and when she needs it, you must make yourself available—no questions asked, no backing out for any reason. Monetary compensation can be arranged.”
Darya had jumped at the offer, thinking it was the deal of a lifetime.
How naive she had been.
She swiped away the latest message from her husband—no doubt another sternly worded reminder demanding her to hurry to Hagen General.
She tapped on her phone and pulled up a photo.
It was a candid shot, sent anonymously.
Even in his sleep, Micah looked incredibly handsome—ridiculously so. His face seemed sculpted by the loving hands of angels on a particularly generous day.
His mouth, though thin-lipped, was exquisite and made for kissing—though Darya had never had the occasion to taste it.
His eyes, the color of flawless brown topaz, were piercing and commanding.
His long, thick lashes matched his short, military-cut black hair. And his jawline was the kind most men would be willing to go under the knife for.
Darya had fallen for him the moment she saw that face.
Her heart still did a nervous flutter every time she laid eyes on him.
They didn’t share a bed, but from the few times she’d caught him coming out of the shower, wearing only a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, she knew there was a powerfully built body hidden beneath that crisp shirt and perfectly buttoned suit jacket.
Just like the one he was wearing in the candid shot.
But that wasn’t what caused Darya to stare at the photo for ten minutes straight.
It was Regina’s head nestled against Micah’s broad shoulder. He was reclining in a deep maroon armchair, his long legs spread out before him, hands folded neatly in his lap, eyes closed. Regina appeared to be sleeping as well, though the corner of her mouth curled upwards.
The smirk on her face also gave away the identity of the anonymous sender.
Who else could it be but Regina?
It would also explain the smug, gloating tone in the message that accompanied the photo.
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