Billionaire's Broken Plaything - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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"Prove it then!" Darren snapped. "The doctor said Miss Russell needs rest. Why would she ever want to meet someone like you?"
"Why are you taking her side? You must be sleeping with her!" Tamara shot back, her voice dripping with venom.
Trapped in a Marriage Fueled by Revenge
I opened my mouth to respond when Clive burst in like a storm, his eyes blazing. Before anyone could react, his hand connected with Tamara's face—a sharp crack echoing through the room. Her head jerked sideways, a fiery red handprint blooming on her cheek. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stared at him in stunned betrayal.
"Clive...how could you?" she whimpered, her voice breaking.
Clive barely glanced at her before his piercing gaze swept between me and Darren. When his eyes finally settled back on Tamara, they'd turned to ice.
"I told you never to show your face again. Did you think I was bluffing?"
Tamara's face went pale. She lunged for his coat sleeve, but he shrugged her off like she was nothing. She lost her footing and crashed to the floor.
"Clive, I love you! She's—she's cheating on you! You need to leave her!"
Clive acted like she hadn't spoken. Turning to the gathered reporters, his voice cut through the room like a blade.
"I know Tamara brought you here. But ask yourselves—is this really the story you want to chase? If you need a headline, try this: NeoXtreme has terminated Tamara's contract effective immediately."
He nodded to his assistant. "Trina, call Legal. We're suing for damages. And make sure she never works with any of our partners again."
Tamara completely unraveled, ugly sobs wracking her body as she clutched at Clive's leg. The man who'd once treated her like royalty now looked at her like garbage.
"Clive, please! I messed up! You can't do this!"
The reporters ate it up, cameras flashing nonstop to capture her spectacular downfall.
By the time Darren wheeled me back to my room, the internet was already on fire.
[Original Wife Outplays Mistress—Tamara's Career in Flames!]
[Karma Comes for Vicious Starlet—Public Backlash Erupts!]
[NeoXtreme Drops Tamara—Lawsuits Looming!]
Clive entered moments later, silencing the TV with a click. He hesitated, his voice uncharacteristically tentative when he finally spoke.
"Courtney...I swear I had no idea she was coming—"
Darren's fist cut him off, connecting with Clive's jaw with a satisfying crunch.
"Now you want to talk?" Darren spat, jabbing a finger at Clive's chest. "Where were you when she was sick and getting trampled? Too little, too late, pretty boy. She doesn't need your protection—I've got her now."
Clive wiped blood from his lip, his voice rough. "Darren, I'm her husband."
With a cold smile, Darren yanked a document from his pocket and slapped it against Clive's chest.
"Not for much longer. She signed everything over to me three months ago. I call the shots now."
Clive's hands balled into fists. "And who the hell are you? Some orphanage nobody! You've got no—"
"More right than you," Darren fired back. "At least I never forced her into marriage by threatening to shut down her orphanage. When's the last time you even looked at her like a human being?"
"I...I didn't realize—"
"Why are you taking her side? You must be sleeping with her!" Tamara shot back, her voice dripping with venom.
Trapped in a Marriage Fueled by Revenge
I opened my mouth to respond when Clive burst in like a storm, his eyes blazing. Before anyone could react, his hand connected with Tamara's face—a sharp crack echoing through the room. Her head jerked sideways, a fiery red handprint blooming on her cheek. Tears sprang to her eyes as she stared at him in stunned betrayal.
"Clive...how could you?" she whimpered, her voice breaking.
Clive barely glanced at her before his piercing gaze swept between me and Darren. When his eyes finally settled back on Tamara, they'd turned to ice.
"I told you never to show your face again. Did you think I was bluffing?"
Tamara's face went pale. She lunged for his coat sleeve, but he shrugged her off like she was nothing. She lost her footing and crashed to the floor.
"Clive, I love you! She's—she's cheating on you! You need to leave her!"
Clive acted like she hadn't spoken. Turning to the gathered reporters, his voice cut through the room like a blade.
"I know Tamara brought you here. But ask yourselves—is this really the story you want to chase? If you need a headline, try this: NeoXtreme has terminated Tamara's contract effective immediately."
He nodded to his assistant. "Trina, call Legal. We're suing for damages. And make sure she never works with any of our partners again."
Tamara completely unraveled, ugly sobs wracking her body as she clutched at Clive's leg. The man who'd once treated her like royalty now looked at her like garbage.
"Clive, please! I messed up! You can't do this!"
The reporters ate it up, cameras flashing nonstop to capture her spectacular downfall.
By the time Darren wheeled me back to my room, the internet was already on fire.
[Original Wife Outplays Mistress—Tamara's Career in Flames!]
[Karma Comes for Vicious Starlet—Public Backlash Erupts!]
[NeoXtreme Drops Tamara—Lawsuits Looming!]
Clive entered moments later, silencing the TV with a click. He hesitated, his voice uncharacteristically tentative when he finally spoke.
"Courtney...I swear I had no idea she was coming—"
Darren's fist cut him off, connecting with Clive's jaw with a satisfying crunch.
"Now you want to talk?" Darren spat, jabbing a finger at Clive's chest. "Where were you when she was sick and getting trampled? Too little, too late, pretty boy. She doesn't need your protection—I've got her now."
Clive wiped blood from his lip, his voice rough. "Darren, I'm her husband."
With a cold smile, Darren yanked a document from his pocket and slapped it against Clive's chest.
"Not for much longer. She signed everything over to me three months ago. I call the shots now."
Clive's hands balled into fists. "And who the hell are you? Some orphanage nobody! You've got no—"
"More right than you," Darren fired back. "At least I never forced her into marriage by threatening to shut down her orphanage. When's the last time you even looked at her like a human being?"
"I...I didn't realize—"
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