THE_LIGHTER_166

Elisa, a daughter of a multi billionaire, disguised herself as a poor woman and married Miguel Reynolds, a wealthy business man on an agreement that when ever his late mentor's daughter Lucia Fernandez needed blood, Elisa would be available. However, Miguel used to send money to her, whenever she donates blood. making it look like a transaction for the past Seven years.

Elisa  hoped that one-day, may be, Miguel would learn to love and care for her, like she does. But that didn't happen. while at home, Maria, Miguel's mother and sister, Ann Reynolds seized any opportunity to belittle Elisa often reminding her of her 'unknown background.' She was the perfect target, a trophy wife whose worth was measured solely by her ability to serve their needs.

But one day,  she decided to take her own life, she committed sucide when she saw a harsh message and photo sent by Lucia Fernandez However, luck was on her side , when she met a time keeper, who gave her  a second chance to live again .

She divorced Miguel Reynolds, and become a successor of a mult billion campanies,ready to give a payback to those who mocked and mistreated her. And when asked on an interview, why she divorced Miguel Reynolds. 

"I have a  multi-billion wealth to success,” she declared  during a press conference 

“Was my wealth not enough for you?” Miguel sneered, stepping into the gathering from behind. 

Join me as we dive into a twisted romance; batrayal, passion, deception and power.

Revenge Best Served Hot; The divorced Billionaire Wife.

Leon roasted Ms Patricia with his accurate words, making her to panick and shiver.

Ms. Patricia's cheeks flushed a rosy hue, a combination of embarrassment and fake confidence

"Ah! For once, an AI pet has spoken sense," Andrea teased, an impish grin stretching across her face. "Especially that voice thing. But..., Ms. Patricia, are you sure that she's the person we're looking for? Or have you swapped her?"

Patricia glanced at the Andrea, then the little lion, Patrice felt the ground beneath her feet's crumble, and blamed it on the little lion that saw it through her daughter.

Lost of words to say, her eyes were just wide open before another question landed on her.

"Ms, is she truly Elisa?" Malton asked, his face clouded with uncertainty . But Ms Patricia didn't replie.

Did you swap her?