Abusive Wife

Chapter 31 A Billion Dollars

The hospital.

“Angie Grant the Black Widow’s road to charity.”

“The biggest fraud of the year – Angie Grant the charitable princess.”

Lying in bed, Angie could not stop herself from scrolling the same viral

news.

– The fake princess and her fake donation. Charitable princess, my ass. It’s all a joke. She’s trying to make a name for herself and rub shoulders with the Quincies.

– I got word that Angie pays bribes because she’s banned from all global charity events after the president discovered her faking donations.

– That’s nothing to the rumor I got for you. She was planning to announce her engagement to Mr. Quincy after earning the prestigious title of Global

Ambassador for Philanthropy. Karma sure claps back.

How did things come to this? All eyes were supposed to look upon her favorably. She was to marry into the Quincies and

become the most esteemed woman in all of Imperia!

Yet, Angie found herself in the face of public condemnation and mockery!

“Ah!” Letting out a shriek, Angie menacingly smashed her phone on the ground.

“Bam!” Her phone shattered into pieces.

A black stiletto stomped on a piece of fractured mobile screen scattered near the door.

The wearer of the killer stilettos had black nylon stockings hugging along the smooth curves of her toned and long legs. Her skirt, accentuating her perky round cheeks, sat right above the knee while her upper body was cladded with a red tailored-fit overcoat. Her long hair rested against her cleavage without taking attention away from her well- defined yet soft jawline. The sound of Angie’s voice invoked an offhanded smile from the woman.

“How are you, Ms. Angie?” A hint of contempt hid behind the woman’s aloof and assertive voice. Her dark eyes fixated on Angie who appeared to have gone mad.

Angie snapped an angry look at the source of the voice. Digging her fingernails into the pillow, she exclaimed with bloodshot eyes, “Madeline! It was you, wasn’t it?! You did this to me!

“You ruined my life!”

get out of bed and stormed toward Madeline

a blow to

cheek. She stared at the woman, who was brushing invisible dirt off her fingers, in disbelief. “How dare you hit me! You’re dead meat! Noah will come after you for this! Even if you come begging me on your knees, I won’t

“Smack!”

There went another slap.

Angie stared blankly

time wiping her fingertips before offhandedly glancing to a corner.

from Madeline and stepped back into

clarify

stood on the podium. Whatever you had going on with Asher is between you two. I was so kind to visit you, but you insulted me out of the blue and even tried to get physical with me. Why shouldn’t I fight back? You asked

teeth and bit her tongue at the thought of the slaps. “But you could’ve stopped everything! Why didn’t

attack Asher. You did something bad and didn’t do a good job covering your ass. Who are you to me? Why should I

it had it not been for the act you put up at the charitable

raise

mind flew back

demands and

Madeline managed to amp up the conflict

in the

Madeline was a beast!

me up from the start? The fight

say that,

fake donations, the underhand transaction, and putting a price on prestige were all on you. Did I make you do any of that? I merely helped you when you proposed the exchange. Is helping you

might just come back

her ear, Angie shuddered as

met a woman like Madeline. The latter was shrewd

of the way. Angie was terrified as she knew she alone could not beat the

Still, she had Noah!

a flicker of hope, Angie stood tall and put on a

“You might laugh now for plotting my disgrace, but you should know that I’m the future Mrs. Quincy. I give to charity in the name of Gordon. For you to stir the pot, do you think the Quincies will turn a blind eye? Do you think Mr.

at the naïve and stupid woman before giving her a sidelong glance. “Angie, it has been more than twelve hours since what happened last night. Why do you think there are still many hate comments about you

Why?

Noah