The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 485 Starfall City "Mr. Doyle, looks like we have ourselves a deal. Con, let's drink to it..." Glasses clinked and laughter echoed around the table as Violet found herself nudged, once again, into the arms of another elderly man. This one seemed even older than the last.

Violet bit back her anger. There were too many eyes on her, too many people watching for her to make a scene. When Simms excused himself to use the restroom, she seized the chance to follow.

"Dad, you can't keep treatinglike sescort, passingfrom one man to another at every business dinner." The words caught in her throat, but the tears were impossible to stop. They cwithout warning, hot and humiliated.

This month alone, she'd been forced to entertain six different men-two each week. Back at Quantum Core Technologies, she'd never had to grovel for clients; in fact, people had tiptoed around her. She was sick of it all.

Simms' slap was swift and brutal, leaving her cheek red and throbbing.

"And what right do you have to set conditions?" he sneered. "Look at yourself. No one at the company likes you. What do you have left besides that pretty face? Letting you spend twith these CEOS is already more than you deserve. If you don't want to do it, you can get out tomorrow. Or you can go back in there and do as I say." His words left no room for negotiation. Whatever hope Violet had clung to died in that moment.

She pressed her hand to her burning cheek. "Fine... I'll do it." Simms' mood flipped instantly, his smile oily and triumphant. "That's my girl. Stick with me, and everything you want will be yours." He turned to leave, then paused at the door. "And from now on, don't callDad in public. Not in front of outsiders." Violet's fists clenched at her sides as she fought to keep her tears in check. "Fine." Fine. I won't call you Dad.

If that's how he wanted it, then there was nothing left between them. No love, no loyalty just business.

It was clear now: every dhe'd ever spent on her was just an investment, and now that he wasn't seeing a return, he was desperate to recoup his losses any way he could-even if it meant selling her out to his clients. In the end, she was nothing but a failed investment, a tool to be discarded when she was no longer useful.

But that was fine. Soon enough, Simms would realize just how big a mistake he'd made crossing her and her mother. Let him enjoy his victory while he still could. Soon, everything he had would belong to her.

Elite of high society? CEO of Golden Era Enterprises? He was nothing but a social climber who'd hitched his wagon to the right wife. Trash.

Violet steadied herself, forced a practiced smile, and returned to the dinner. With her heart already numb, she played her role with easy, careless charm.

Another night blurred by, leaving her bruised and exhausted as she stumbled back into her apartment.

Early the next morning, Simms sent a message: the contract was signed. She'd get a small commission-just a few thousand dollars.

Violet sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly. There was a twhen millions, even tens of millions, passed through her hands without her blinking an eye. Now, for a paltry commission, she was forced to sleep with old men again and again.

The TV droned in the background, delivering the latest updates about The Langford Group. Another headline about McNeil's partnerships, another major project breaking ground in Starfall City.

She'd heard Curtis had moved Quantum Core Technologies to Evermore City. A bitter smirk twisted her lips.

He must be chasing after Victoria. Curtis had always been infatuated with her. To this day, Violet couldn't see what he saw in that shallow woman.

She scrolled through her phone, staring at the contact labeled "McNeil"—a nthat would never light up her screen again. Quietly, she blocked his number.

Maybe they really were destined to never cross paths again.

Without McNeil, Violet had all but vanished from the business world. No one remembered she'd once been the woman McNeil adored, the queen of every boardroom.

Now, she was just another pretty face among a flock of old men. Every one of them wanted a night with her.

As for Simms, she was worthless to him now. Whenever she tried tried tom & weigh in on technical work, he brushed her off, telling her she could make easy money without the effort.

It was sickening, hearing that kind of talk-from the man who'd raised her, no less.

No, not her father. Just a monster.

Violet and her mother, Yulia, had scraped together every cent they could find, ready to risk everything on one final gamble. It was all or nothing-anything had to be better than this living hell.

But before they could put their plan into motion, Simms was summoned by the authorities for a financial N investigation. He was locked away in a holding cell before Violet could even react. When she found Yulia, her nerves were shot.

"What the hell is going on? Did he somehow find out we were about to turn on him?" Yulia, though clearly on edge, tried to keep her head.

"That's not likely. He was called in for embezzling company funds. If these charges stick, everything he owns will be frozen." Violet's heart sank. If Simms was convicted, every plan they had would go up in smoke. There'd be no way to get their hands on his assets.