His Rejected Wife, The World's Genius

For four years, I played the part of the perfect, pathetic wife to my billionaire husband, Damian Nunez. Bleeding from a gunshot wound I took to secure a multi-billion-dollar deal for his company, I dragged myself to our penthouse, ready to finally end the charade.

I found him in our bedroom with another woman-Hayleigh, the one the world called his true soulmate.

He didn't notice the blood soaking my clothes and pooling at my feet. He just looked at me with pure disgust.

"You're dripping water on the rug."

He mocked me when I handed him divorce papers, threatening to send me back to the gutter I came from. He had no idea our entire marriage was just a sick game he played.

I later learned it was all for a college bet. He endured four years with me just to win a sports car by tricking the "poorest girl on campus" into marrying him.

I signed away every right to his fortune and walked out. He thought I was leaving with nothing.

But when I stepped into the armored Rolls-Royce waiting for me, I wasn't an orphan anymore. I was the heir to the Carlisle fortune, and I was going to make him pay for his arrogance by destroying everything he had ever built.