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

The man's tone was indifferent and slow, carrying a chilling intimidation. As his words fell, the room plunged into a deathly silence. The air seemed to congeal with an invisible layer of ice, abruptly lowering the temperature.


Lorraine felt as if struck by lightning, her pupils contracting. Tristan had probably inherited the true teachings of Old Mr. Ford. Even though he maintained a calm demeanor, she could still sense the terrifying pressure emanating from him.


An inexplicable weight pressed on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Lorraine squinted her eyes, staring at Tristan without blinking. Although the man's surface revealed nothing, his refined features concealed a cold and sinister aura.


"Go Cry to Mommy!"