Brady Davis Juliap

🔥💔He destroyed my baby… so I destroyed his empire.💣💥 -------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 "In exactly one week, you turn thirty and the forty-two-billi0n-doll@r Smith trust fund Tr@nsfers entirely to your name. Are you finally going to tell your husband who you really are?" I stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, resting a hand on my seven-month pregnant belly. "I will, Arthur. I just... I wanted him to love me for me. Not for my family's mon3y. Alexander has been so stressed with his company lately. I'll tell him when the time is right." "He doesn't deserve you, Viv," Arthur warned softly. "Watch your back." I ended the call just as the bedroom door clicked open. "Vivian? Who were you talking to?" Before I could answer, Serena slipped into the room right behind him. Alexander’s "first love" and currently the lead consultant at his firm. "Oh, Viv, I hope you don't mind. I noticed your hospital bag was packed all wrong. I took the liberty of reorganizing it. You know how Alex gets anxious when things aren't perfectly efficient." My chest tightened. "Serena, that’s my hospital bag. For my baby. You shouldn't be going through my personal things." Alexander sighed. "For God's sake, Vivian, don't start. Serena is just trying to help. You've been so hormonal and forgetful lately. You should be thanking her." "I'm not hormonal, Alexander, I'm just—" "I have to go back to the office," he interrupted, checking his luxury watch. He didn't look at me. He didn't touch my stomach. "Big client dinner tonight. Don't wait up." "I'll walk out with you, Alex!" Serena chirped, placing a hand on his forearm. She looked back at me, her eyes glittering with a subtle, mocking triumph. "Get some rest, Viv. You look exhausted." Two hours later, my phone buzzed on the kitchen island. It was an anonymous number. If you want to know what kind of 'client dinner' your husband is having, go to The Apex Club. VIP Booth 4. A cold dread pooled in my stomach. I threw a heavy raincoat over my maternity dress, shoved my swollen feet into my boots, and walked out into the torrential downpour. By the time I pushed through the heavy velvet doors of the exclusive underground club, I was soaked to the bone. Alexander wasn't in a meeting. He was lounging against a plush leather sofa, a glass of amber whiskey in his hand. And Serena was tucked neatly against his side, her legs draped over his lap. Marcus and the rest of Alexander’s elite billionaire circle were gathered around them, roaring with laughter. "I'm telling you, Alex, you need to cut the cord," Marcus chuckled, tossing a stack of casino chips onto the table. "She's like a clingy dog. You whistle, and she comes running. It's pathetic." Serena giggled, tracing Alexander's collarbone. "She actually got mad at me for touching her hospital bag today. She's so paranoid." "Let her be paranoid. Once she gives birth, I'm firing her from the company and filing for full custody. I've already started freezing the joint @ccounts. By the time I'm done, she won't have a dime to fight me in court." "And then?" Serena purred, leaning up to kiss his jaw. "And then," Alexander murmured, his voice dropping into a soft, reverent register, "I finally get to marry the woman I actually want." He set his whiskey down and turned fully toward Serena. Gently, he cupped her face in both of his hands. He brushed a stray blonde curl behind her ear, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones with a profound, quiet tenderness. He leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes as if she were the most precious thing in his world. The air was violently sucked from my lungs. Alexander used to hold me exactly like that. When we first met, when we were staying up late in our tiny first apartment dreaming of the future, he would cup my face and kiss my forehead just like that. Seeing him give it to her—seeing the genuine, unguarded love in his eyes that had been missing when he looked at me for months—felt like a physical blade twisting into my chest. I stood in the shadows, the freezing rainwater dripping from my chin, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle a sob. For exactly ten seconds, the agonizing grief threatened to swallow me whole. My heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. The man I loved was planning to steal my child and leave me destitute. But as I watched him pull Serena into his chest, a terrifying, icy clarity washed over me. The tears stopped. If I walked out there right now and caused a scene, Alexander would use it. He had the best lawyers in the city. He would point to my screaming, drenched, pregnant form and tell the judge I was unhinged. He would lock me in a psychiatric ward and take my baby. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I reached into my wet pocket and pulled out my phone, and hit record. I turned my back on the VIP booth and walked out into the rain. I pulled out my phone and dialed a heavily encrypted number. He answered on the first ring. "Vivian? It's late. Is everything alright?" "You asked me earlier if I was ready to tell Alexander who I really am," I said. My voice was completely devoid of the warmth it had held just hours ago. "I've changed my mind. He doesn't get to know. Not yet." I stared out the window at the blurry, rain-streaked city lights. "But I'm ready, Arthur. I'm coming back to the Empire." "Welcome back, Ms. Smith. What are your orders?" "I need you to quietly assemble the family's top legal team. Start drafting my divorce papers," I commanded, my grip tightening on the phone. "I want them ironclad, Arthur. I want full, undisputed custody of my child, and I want everything structured so that when the trap snaps shut, Alexander is left with absolutely nothing." "Consider it done," Arthur said. "And in the meantime?" "In the meantime," I murmured, a razor-sharp smile touching my lips, "I'm going to go home, pour his coffee, and play the perfect, oblivious wife. And then, in one week, I am going to burn his entire world to the ground." Chapter 2 The front door clicked open at 7:00 AM. I stood in the kitchen, gripping the edge of the marble island until my knuckles turned white. "Morning, beautiful," Alexander called out, walking in with a flawless, exhausted smile. He loosened his silk tie and pressed a quick, obligatory kiss to my cheek. "Sorry I'm so late. The client dinner ran into the early hours. You know how these investors are." The faint, lingering scent of Serena’s sweet vanilla perfume clung to his collar. My stomach violently churned. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to slap him, to ask how he could look me in the eye and lie so effortlessly after what I had recorded at the club just hours ago. But I swallowed the glass in my throat. I forced a gentle, oblivious smile. "It's okay, honey," I said softly. "I know how hard you're working for our family." "Always," he murmured, not looking at my eyes, not touching my stomach. "I need a quick shower before I head back to the office." As soon as the bathroom door shut and the water ran, my smile dropped. I walked over to his discarded suit jacket. I didn't need high-tech hacking skills to know my husband was a liar; I just needed to look in his pockets. I slid my hand into the inner lining. My fingers brushed against cold, heavy metal. I pulled it out. A sleek, titanium black Centurion c@rd. An exclusive, invite-only credit c@rd with no limit. A bitter, heartbroken laugh almost escaped my lips. Just last week, he had frozen my access to our joint s@vings, claiming we needed to "strictly budget for the baby." He was systematically financially paralyzing me, setting the stage to leave me destitute, all while carrying an unlimited fortune in his pocket. I quickly memorized the numbers, slipped it back, and placed the jacket exactly as I found it. Barely an hour after Alexander finished his shower and went to his home office to make calls, the front door chimed. Serena let herself in using the spare passcode. "Alex asked me to check on you," she sneered, dropping the sickly-sweet act the second we were alone. She walked straight to the bar and poured herself a glass of my expensive red wine. "Get out of my house, Serena," I said, my chest tightening. "Your house?" Serena laughed, taking a slow sip. "For how much longer? You're a burden, Vivian. Alex comes to work exhausted because he has to come home to... this." She gestured in disgust at my pregnant body. "You're dragging him down." She took a step toward the armchair where my favorite cream-colored cashmere maternity coat was draped. "You don't fit in his life," Serena whispered, her eyes flashing with pure malice. Looking me dead in the eye, she tilted her glass. A dark, crimson splash of red wine cascaded directly over the pristine cream cashmere, ruining it instantly. "Oops," she said flatly. "What is going on out here?" Alexander stepped out of his office, frowning at the commotion. Instantly, Serena’s face crumpled. Real tears welled in her eyes as she let out a dramatic, breathless sob. "Alex! I... I accidentally spilled a little wine, and Vivian just snapped! She screamed at me and tried to throw the glass!" I froze. I looked at my husband, my heart hammering with a desperate, pathetic hope. Choose me, I begged silently. Look at me. Defend your pregnant wife. Alexander looked at the ruined coat, then at Serena’s fake tears, and finally at me. His eyes held nothing but pure, unadulterated disgust. "It's just a damn coat, Vivian!" he barked. "Stop acting like a hysterical lunatic!" "Alexander, she did it on purpose—" "Enough!" he snapped. "I can't deal with your paranoia today. Come on, Serena. I'll take you out to Le Petit for a luxury lunch to make up for this lunacy." The door slammed shut behind them. I stood alone in the quiet penthouse. The realization that I would never be chosen shattered whatever fragile, naive pieces were left of my heart. The agonizing pain hollowed me out, leaving nothing but a freezing, terrifying void. The tears didn't fall. They dried into cold, hard resolve. I walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up my phone. I dialed the number of the most exclusive luxury boutique in the city. "Good morning, Madame," the manager answered. "Hi, this is Vivian," I said, my voice smooth as silk and cold as ice. "I need a replacement maternity coat. The Vicuña wool custom piece. Yes, the one for fifteen thousand doll@rs. I need it rushed and delivered by this evening." "Of course, Madame. And how will you be p@y@ing for this today?" I looked at the wine-stained coat on the chair, a razor-sharp smile touching my lips. "Charge it to my husband's private black Centurion c@rd. The one ending in 8492. He insists I only have the absolute best." Chapter 3 At exactly 8:00 PM, the penthouse doors flew open with such force they slammed against the walls. Alexander stormed in, his face purple with rage, his usually perfect hair disheveled. "Vivian!" he roared. I stood in the center of the living room, forcing my eyes to widen in innocent surprise. "Alexander? What's wrong?" He marched across the room and shoved his phone into my face. On the screen was a fraud alert from American Express. "Fifteen thousand doll@rs?" he spat. "You charged fifteen thousand doll@rs to a c@rd you shouldn't even know exists?!" I shrank back, playing the part of the fragile, confused wife perfectly. "I... I found it when I was hanging up your jacket, Alex. You froze my @ccounts, and my only coat was ruined. Serena told me you insist I only have the absolute best. I thought it was an emergency c@rd for our family." "You snooped through my private belongings!" "Why are you so angry?" I cried. "You said we had to freeze our joint @ccounts to budget for the baby! But you have a limitless black c@rd? You took Serena out to a luxury lunch, but I can't replace the coat she destroyed?" "Don't you dare bring Serena into this!" he snarled. "She is twice the woman you are!" "I am your wife, Alexander!" I sobbed. "Because you're a suffocating burden, Vivian!" he sneered. "As soon as that baby is born, I'm filing for divorce and taking full custody. You're going to leave this house with absolutely nothing!" I went down hard. I curled into a ball, clutching my stomach, a scream tearing from my throat. "Oh my God," I sobbed. "Alexander... the baby!" He stopped halfway to the door. Then his phone rang. Serena’s name flashed. "I'm on my way, Serena," he said softly. He hung up. "Stop faking it," he said coldly. "Clean yourself up. I'll deal with you tomorrow." He stepped over me. The front door slammed shut. The room began to spin. I reached for the Smith Family SOS button. Seconds later, Arthur's voice echoed: "Vivian… your vitals are dropping!" Chapter 4 The darkness was heavy. Helicopter rotors roared. "Secure the perimeter!" Arthur’s voice cut through everything. Then silence. When I opened my eyes, I was in a secure medical suite. Arthur stood by the window. My baby was gone. No tears came. Only silence. At 11:59 PM. 12:00 AM. My phone lit up. IDENTITY VERIFIED. SMITH EMPIRE TRUST UNLOCKED. BALANCE: $42,000,000,000.00 "What are your orders, Ms. Smith?" I pulled out the IV. "Initiate Ghost Protocol." Arthur nodded. "Parameters?" "Erase everything. Accounts, traces, records, everything tied to me." He asked, "And for him?" I smiled coldly. "Buy Apex Global B@nk." "Buy the merger company." "Buy the building." "Buy everything." "When my husband walks into that boardroom tomorrow..." I said, "...I will already be sitting at the head of the table." #Fiction #ShortStory #emotionalbetrayal #pregnancyabandonment #emotionalrage #revengepayoff #Karma 📚Only a limited number of chapters can be displayed here. Click "Read More" to open the application and continue reading (it will automatically navigate to the corresponding book page).👇👇👇