Reborn to Wreck My Sister's Fairytale - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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"Stop talking nonsense! I'm the president of Ohr Grove—cold hard cash still rules everything. What's two hundred bucks to Montgomery?" Madison spat venomously, her words slurring slightly from her recent migraine.
Even through the pain, her bitter hatred burned bright enough to scorch me where I stood.
Charlotte pulled into the hallway.
"Listen to me, Charlotte. Don't think just because you've conned everyone now that you've won. Dominic's bond with you? His 'love'? It's just a passing fancy. That man switches women faster than he changes ties."
Madison's lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Wait and see. Soon enough, he'll have a dozen illegitimate children, and that's when you'll be the one crying. No matter what, I'll always come out on top. By year's end, that 'Most Popular Female Anchor' award will be mine."
She tossed her hair, eyes gleaming with malice. "After that? He'll drop you like yesterday's news. Dominic will grow tired of you—a high school dropout playing housewife. What exactly do you have to compete with me?"
Her laugh was razor-sharp. "Face it, Charlotte. In this life or the next, you'll never beat me. As long as I'm breathing, you lose."
Madison tilted her chin up, already savoring my impending downfall.
Little did she know—I'd already signed every streamer Jaxon had harassed.
I'd built an entertainment empire.
Last life? I made one Jaxon successful. This time? I'd create a dozen.
The secret? My talent pool wasn't just skilled—they were hungry. Within weeks under my guidance, their followings exploded by thousands. Their meteoric rise wasn't a question of if, but when.
I kept silent. Unlike Madison's loudmouth bragging, I let actions speak. Like now, casually twisting the massive diamond on my finger—while Madison's hands sat empty.
As she opened her mouth for another insult, I sighed dramatically: "Oh woe is me! No degree, no job, just a poor little housewife living off her husband's money. However will I survive?" I fluttered my lashes. "First life? Spoiled rotten. Second life? Still drowning in luxury—shopping sprees, designer bags... When will this torture end? When do I get to struggle like you, oh mighty independent woman?"
The dig at Clark Group's crumbling empire hit its mark. Madison's face purpled with rage.
"You—" She choked on her fury.
I simply smiled, adjusting my new Birkin as I sauntered toward the elevator—
—only to be caught mid-stride by familiar arms.
"Baby, you're late." Dominic scanned me urgently, relief flooding his features when he found no harm. His gaze iced over as it landed behind me.
Not on Madison.
On Jaxon, who'd materialized like a stormcloud.
Madison, oblivious, lunged for Dominic's arm. He sidestepped like she was radioactive.
"What does she have that I don't?" Madison's voice cracked with decades of resentment.
Dominic didn't blink. "She's my wife. If I didn't love her, you think I'd settle for you?" Before she could retort, he added coldly: "Bennett, control your woman. Or can't you satisfy her?"
Madison went sheet-white.
Whirling around, she finally noticed Jaxon—fresh from the hospital room, eyes murderous.
"Honey, I didn't—"
SMACK.
Jaxon's palm left an angry welt. "Should've never married you."
As he stormed out, Madison collapsed like a marionette with cut strings. By the time she scrambled up to retaliate? The elevator doors were already closing.
Later, I heard Jaxon hadn't come home for months. Madison's barrage of hate texts? Blocked by Dominic's firewall.
Her marriage was in shambles. The Clark Group? Floundering under Thomas's rage. Sarah's twice-attempted dinner invitations? I hung up both times.
Summer faded into autumn, then winter's frost.
Christmas Eve found me at an awards gala—several of my streamers now A-list influencers.
Fate, it seemed, had a sense of humor.
At the entrance, I collided with Madison and Jaxon. He'd gained minor streaming fame; she clung to him like a trophy.
"Well, well," Madison sneered. "The housewife emerges as someone's assistant."
I ignored her, locking eyes with Jaxon. "Remember my hospital warning?"
He paled.
Madison barreled on: "Who do you think you are anymore? Mrs. Montgomery? Please—" She thrust her phone in my face.
An unedited photo: Dominic beside a beautiful woman—his hacker prodigy cousin/new apprentice.
"See?" Madison crowed. "You've been replaced!"
One of my streamers moved to intervene. I stopped them, turning back to Jaxon: "Your wife's still stalking my husband?"
Jaxon's expression darkened. Madison blanched—realizing she'd exposed her obsession.
"Honey, I—"
"Shut up!" He dragged her away just as the organizer rushed over.
"Ms. Clark! We've been waiting!"
Madison preened—until he bypassed her completely to shake my hand.
"Honored you could grace our event!"
"Ms. Clark?!" Madison spluttered. "She's a dropout! She can't even read contracts!"
The organizer laughed. "Direct college admission, actually. And these?" He gestured to my streamers. "Thirty million followers each. All her doing." He turned to Jaxon. "Oh—she's your assigned mentor."
Madison's shriek could shatter glass: "MY HUSBAND LEARN FROM HER? HE'S ABOUT TO BLOW UP TOMORROW!"
Even through the pain, her bitter hatred burned bright enough to scorch me where I stood.
Charlotte pulled into the hallway.
"Listen to me, Charlotte. Don't think just because you've conned everyone now that you've won. Dominic's bond with you? His 'love'? It's just a passing fancy. That man switches women faster than he changes ties."
Madison's lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Wait and see. Soon enough, he'll have a dozen illegitimate children, and that's when you'll be the one crying. No matter what, I'll always come out on top. By year's end, that 'Most Popular Female Anchor' award will be mine."
She tossed her hair, eyes gleaming with malice. "After that? He'll drop you like yesterday's news. Dominic will grow tired of you—a high school dropout playing housewife. What exactly do you have to compete with me?"
Her laugh was razor-sharp. "Face it, Charlotte. In this life or the next, you'll never beat me. As long as I'm breathing, you lose."
Madison tilted her chin up, already savoring my impending downfall.
Little did she know—I'd already signed every streamer Jaxon had harassed.
I'd built an entertainment empire.
Last life? I made one Jaxon successful. This time? I'd create a dozen.
The secret? My talent pool wasn't just skilled—they were hungry. Within weeks under my guidance, their followings exploded by thousands. Their meteoric rise wasn't a question of if, but when.
I kept silent. Unlike Madison's loudmouth bragging, I let actions speak. Like now, casually twisting the massive diamond on my finger—while Madison's hands sat empty.
As she opened her mouth for another insult, I sighed dramatically: "Oh woe is me! No degree, no job, just a poor little housewife living off her husband's money. However will I survive?" I fluttered my lashes. "First life? Spoiled rotten. Second life? Still drowning in luxury—shopping sprees, designer bags... When will this torture end? When do I get to struggle like you, oh mighty independent woman?"
The dig at Clark Group's crumbling empire hit its mark. Madison's face purpled with rage.
"You—" She choked on her fury.
I simply smiled, adjusting my new Birkin as I sauntered toward the elevator—
—only to be caught mid-stride by familiar arms.
"Baby, you're late." Dominic scanned me urgently, relief flooding his features when he found no harm. His gaze iced over as it landed behind me.
Not on Madison.
On Jaxon, who'd materialized like a stormcloud.
Madison, oblivious, lunged for Dominic's arm. He sidestepped like she was radioactive.
"What does she have that I don't?" Madison's voice cracked with decades of resentment.
Dominic didn't blink. "She's my wife. If I didn't love her, you think I'd settle for you?" Before she could retort, he added coldly: "Bennett, control your woman. Or can't you satisfy her?"
Madison went sheet-white.
Whirling around, she finally noticed Jaxon—fresh from the hospital room, eyes murderous.
"Honey, I didn't—"
SMACK.
Jaxon's palm left an angry welt. "Should've never married you."
As he stormed out, Madison collapsed like a marionette with cut strings. By the time she scrambled up to retaliate? The elevator doors were already closing.
Later, I heard Jaxon hadn't come home for months. Madison's barrage of hate texts? Blocked by Dominic's firewall.
Her marriage was in shambles. The Clark Group? Floundering under Thomas's rage. Sarah's twice-attempted dinner invitations? I hung up both times.
Summer faded into autumn, then winter's frost.
Christmas Eve found me at an awards gala—several of my streamers now A-list influencers.
Fate, it seemed, had a sense of humor.
At the entrance, I collided with Madison and Jaxon. He'd gained minor streaming fame; she clung to him like a trophy.
"Well, well," Madison sneered. "The housewife emerges as someone's assistant."
I ignored her, locking eyes with Jaxon. "Remember my hospital warning?"
He paled.
Madison barreled on: "Who do you think you are anymore? Mrs. Montgomery? Please—" She thrust her phone in my face.
An unedited photo: Dominic beside a beautiful woman—his hacker prodigy cousin/new apprentice.
"See?" Madison crowed. "You've been replaced!"
One of my streamers moved to intervene. I stopped them, turning back to Jaxon: "Your wife's still stalking my husband?"
Jaxon's expression darkened. Madison blanched—realizing she'd exposed her obsession.
"Honey, I—"
"Shut up!" He dragged her away just as the organizer rushed over.
"Ms. Clark! We've been waiting!"
Madison preened—until he bypassed her completely to shake my hand.
"Honored you could grace our event!"
"Ms. Clark?!" Madison spluttered. "She's a dropout! She can't even read contracts!"
The organizer laughed. "Direct college admission, actually. And these?" He gestured to my streamers. "Thirty million followers each. All her doing." He turned to Jaxon. "Oh—she's your assigned mentor."
Madison's shriek could shatter glass: "MY HUSBAND LEARN FROM HER? HE'S ABOUT TO BLOW UP TOMORROW!"
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