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

a blow to the

disbelief. “How dare you hit me!

“Smack!”

There went another slap.

Angie stared

before offhandedly glancing to a corner. With his head hung low, Albert

to clarify a

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

tongue at the thought of the slaps. “But you could’ve stopped everything! Why didn’t you? I paid you

“Me? Stop? Why? 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 should I pick up

for the act you put up

was interrupted by Madeline’s raise of the hand. Shaking,

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

in the palm of

Madeline was a beast!

her fists, Angie shouted in disbelief, “Have you been setting me up from the start? The fight with you in the lift, firing Asher, tempting

you say that,

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

might

in her ear, Angie shuddered as

a woman like Madeline. The latter was shrewd and wicked, pulling moves that proved deadly every step of the way. Angie was terrified as she knew she

Still, she had Noah!

hope, Angie stood tall and put on a proud

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,

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

Why?