The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape

I brushed Charlotte's hand away from my necklace with a sharp flick of my wrist.

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"I don't think I owe you an explanation," I said coldly. "If I were you, I'd focus on restoring your pathetic façade for Lucas. He's probably the only one gullible enough to believe you."

Charlotte's hand trembled as she drew it back, her voice shaking. "You don't know the whole story about that night."

Questions swirled in my mind, but I quickly shoved them aside. Turning away, I got into my Porsche and shut the door.

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As I adjusted the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of Charlotte standing frozen on the curb, her eyes locked on the car as I drove off.

When my phone buzzed, I ignored it until I reached Grayson's villa. Finally parked, I checked the message.

It was Sabrina. She'd sent me a picture of Gabriel without his shirt on, sleeping, while she cuddled up to him like he owned her. A follow-up message came seconds later.

Sabrina: 'Oops! Sent that to the wrong person! Sorry!'

I saved the photo, my jaw tightening. How shameless could they be?

The phone landed on the empty seat with a thud, accompanied by my heavy sigh. This night was a total disaster.

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Sophia resigned from Golden Stage. From what she shared, PulseFive hasn't fully welcomed her yet. I can understand how the boys feel-it's as if they were left hanging after everything their group has been through.

Still, I held faith in Sophia.

But my head is pounding after two days of feeling unwell.

I broke down crying over what happened at the mansion two days ago-over how my parents treated me. No matter how much I try to brush it off, their actions cut deep. They acted like I was nothing more than a commodity, a tool to be traded for their gain.

This was precisely why I'd kept Grayson sheltered from their world. I won't allow my greedy father to exploit or ruin what I have with my husband. I want to protect my relationship with Grayson.noveldrama

"Ma'am?" A soft knock on the door pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. My body felt heavy, and every movement required effort, but I dragged myself to the door. Martha, Grayson's housekeeper, stood outside, her expression full of concern.

"Ma'am, you haven't come out all day, and the last time you ate was yesterday. Boss Grayson called earlier; he's been trying to reach you but couldn't get through."

"Sorry, my phone's probably dead. If Grayson calls again, please tell him I'm not feeling well."

Her eyes lingered on me, worry etched on her face. "Would you like me to bring you something to eat? You haven't had dinner and need something in your stomach."

"I'll be fine," I said, though my voice was barely convincing. "It's likely just the flu. I'll take some vitamins."

Martha hesitated but nodded, stepping back.

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I shut the door and returned to bed, switching off the air conditioning in the hope

of feeling less cold. Exhaustion weighed me down, and I couldn't tell how much

time had passed before I felt the fever take hold.

My body burned, dizziness clouded my senses, and then it felt like someone was lifting me from the bed...

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In Grayson's perspective...

He had been in the meeting for what felt like days. His thoughts were scattered, his mind a maze of confusion. He didn't know what to do anymore.

The truth was, everything had been meticulously planned. Isabella might not

realize it, but everything had unfolded just as he intended.

What people didn't know was that Grayson was the big boss behind the entertainment app. He was the major sponsor, the financial force backing "Whispers of the Heart."

He had orchestrated Gabriel's closeness with Sabrina, carefully pulling the strings to ensure Gabriel would fall for the bait and agree to the intimate scene in the series.

Grayson had made sure there was something else distracting Gabriel, something to keep him occupied. What he didn't expect was that Isabella would be the one to offer him marriage.

The incident with the woman falling into the pool and him rescuing her hadn't been part of the plan. It was also an accident that she overheard his conversation with his grandmother.

"Boss, I know I'm just your assistant, but please... don't break Ms. Isabella's heart," Eliot Ward said quietly, noticing how Grayson stared out the window.

Grayson's eyes darkened. "The Prescotts have to pay. I won't forget what they did to me.".

The memories fueled his hatred: Mr. Prescott had had him thrown in jail before because Isabella was only 17. It was Charlotte who accused him of having an affair with the young Isabella.

Isabella never even faced him at the Prescott mansion. He wanted to speak with her, but Mr. Prescott belittled him. From that moment, Grayson made a vow to himself to rise above those who had oppressed him, the ones who had branded him worthless, just another bastard undeserving of their respect or attention.

Now, thanks to Tina, he learned that the two women were somehow involved in Landon's death!

Isabella, she was his one weakness!

He avoided seeing Isabella, which was why he kept taking business trips, and yet, he couldn't control helping her.

She distracted him, pulling him off course from the plan he had carefully set. Every time he looked at her-every breath she took, the softness of her lips on his-he lost control. She reminded him of their time in high school, which had been simple and complicated.

Eliot stayed silent, knowing that a simple man like him had no control over the future plans.

Suddenly, Eliot's phone rang. "Hello... what?!" He sounded alarmed.

Grayson turned toward him, waiting for him to finish the call.

"Boss, Ms. Isabella passed out... According to Martha, she's been taken to the hospital for low blood sugar."

Grayson didn't think twice. "Get ready," he snapped. "We're going back!"

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