Aggresive Wife

Chapter 31

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!”

struggled to get out of bed and stormed toward Madeline while

Angie took a

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

“Smack!”

There went another slap.

Angie stared blankly at

wiping her fingertips before offhandedly glancing to a corner. With his head hung low, Albert took the handkerchief from Madeline

to clarify

between you two. I was so kind to visit you, but you insulted me out of the blue

tongue at the thought of the slaps. “But

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

“I wouldn’t have fallen for it had it not been for the act you

interrupted by Madeline’s raise of the

her cut-throat determination toward Asher. Madeline managed to amp up the conflict

in the palm of her

Madeline was a beast!

you been setting me up from the start? The fight with you in the lift, firing

say

fake donations, the underhand transaction, and putting a price on prestige were all on you. Did I make you do any of that? I

Angie. Karma might just come back

echoing in her ear, Angie shuddered as chills

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

Still, she had Noah!

hope, Angie stood

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. Quincy won’t stand up for me? Madeline, I’d enjoy the last of my precious life

has been more than twelve hours since what happened last night. Why do you think there are still many hate

Why?