As the granddaughter of the wealthiest magnate in San Heith, Cynthia Shannon had been in a relationship with Joe Louise for three years, only to find her sincere affections spurned and left in the dust.
Joe regarded her as a simple rural woman, and on their wedding day, he abandoned her to pursue another dazzling beauty, leaving Cynthia heartbroken. But once she decisively ended the relationship, she reclaimed her status as a wealthy heiress, inheriting a fortune worth billions. Her life then ascended to its pinnacle, yet there were always scoundrels who emerged to vex her.
Amidst Cynthia's efforts to deal with these scoundrels, a certain Mr. Ford, known for inspiring dread in anyone who heard his name, stood by, applauding her with admiration. "My formidable wife," Mr. Ford praised.
Cynthia Shannon replied, "Please mind your choice of words."
Mr. Ford half-closed his eyes, leaning elegantly against the bed, his movements bewitching. "With this token as evidence, do you still want to deny our bond?"

From Wedding Betrayal to Billionaire's Devotion

Max quickly gathered his thoughts and said, "Yes!" As he turned to leave, Tristan's voice echoed from behind, "Go to the punishment chamber yourself!"


Max paused for a moment and responded again, "Yes, boss."


Meanwhile, Cynthia put down her gun, listening to the score being reported on the intercom.


Jacob, hearing this, raised an eyebrow slightly. "Not bad. Your skills haven't diminished over the years."


"Of course." Cynthia, with a hint of pride, lifted her chin and put down the wooden gun in her hands. "Don't forget who I am."


"Narcissistic!" Jacob looked at her with disdain, but his eyes revealed a trace of indulgence and tolerance.


Cynthia walked to the resting area, opened a water bottle, and took a sip. "Have you found out about the origin of those people from earlier?"


Named After Hell...