My Husband Bet Me Away, But the Winner Was a Hidden Billionaire
Ongoing · Daisy Swift
On my wedding night, my husband Tyler pushed me onto the poker table as his final bet.
"She's just a retard anyway—perfect for getting rid of a problem," he sneered.
That moment, I thought my life was completely over.
Until the man in the delivery uniform won me, gently called me "princess," and filled his tiny apartment with pink dresses just for me.
I thought I'd found a kind, poor guy.
I thought this was the only warmth in my pathetic life.
Until that day at the TED conference, when five hundred million viewers watched him walk onto the stage, and the big screen displayed "Phantom AI Founder, Net Worth: $52 Billion"...
Tyler was on his knees, sobbing: "Please spare our family..."
And my "delivery boy" stroked my hair, saying: "Emma, I built this empire to be worthy of you someday."
"She's just a retard anyway—perfect for getting rid of a problem," he sneered.
That moment, I thought my life was completely over.
Until the man in the delivery uniform won me, gently called me "princess," and filled his tiny apartment with pink dresses just for me.
I thought I'd found a kind, poor guy.
I thought this was the only warmth in my pathetic life.
Until that day at the TED conference, when five hundred million viewers watched him walk onto the stage, and the big screen displayed "Phantom AI Founder, Net Worth: $52 Billion"...
Tyler was on his knees, sobbing: "Please spare our family..."
And my "delivery boy" stroked my hair, saying: "Emma, I built this empire to be worthy of you someday."
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