My Turn to Strike
897 Words
Alexander was spoiling me beyond imagination. He wasn’t just taking care of me—he was parading me. Every time he transferred obscene amounts of money into my account, every time he handed me his black card and told me to "go wild," I knew exactly what he was doing.
It was all for her to see.
And trust me, I was delivering beyond his expectations.
I made sure the entire world saw me as the perfect billionaire’s wife—the woman his ex could never be. The diamonds, the designer gowns, the luxury vacations. I was being booked for the most exclusive events, shaking hands with royalty, sipping champagne with the world’s elite.
And she watched it all.
Every post, every video, every tagged event—she was stalking my pages. I knew because her fake accounts would accidentally like a post or leave a trace. It was pathetic, really.
She was born rich, but I had taken over.
Now, every girl wanted to be me. I was the perfect figure of what a billionaire’s wife should look like, and she hated it.
But this wasn’t enough.
I wanted revenge.
And I knew exactly how to get it.
Digging Up the Dirt
It took one call to a private investigator. One simple call.
"Find everything on her," I said. "And send me the juicy bits."
I didn’t have to wait long. The investigator was hungry for money, and I only paid him pennies for what he found.
And oh, what a disaster it was.
The man she had left Alexander for?
A broke, talentless, struggling musician.
I laughed so hard when I saw the pictures—her slumming it with a guy who couldn’t even afford to buy his own guitar. And the best part? The messages.
She had been stealing money from her father’s company to fund her lover’s lifestyle. Thousands upon thousands sent to this worthless man, all hidden under fake business expenses.
"Oh, sweetheart," I murmured, scrolling through the receipts. "You really messed up."
I didn’t even need to post it myself. That would be too obvious.
Instead, I did what smart women do—I paid a blogger. A well-known gossip page that thrived on scandals like this.
And just like that…
BOOM.
The internet exploded.
"BILLIONAIRE’S EX-GIRLFRIEND CAUGHT STEALING MONEY FOR HER LOVER!"
"EXPOSED: THE SECRET LIFE OF THE WOMAN WHO DUMPED ALEXANDER DE LUCA!"
"FROM BILLIONS TO BROKE: HOW GREED DESTROYED HER FAMILY’S LEGACY!"
Within minutes, her father’s company was under investigation. News outlets ran with the story, investors started pulling out, and the entire world watched as her life crumbled.
Then, just for fun, I sent her a message.
"Don’t ever mess with me again. I’m not the regular. Keep your hands off me and my husband. This is your final warning."
And with that, I sat back, sipping my wine.
Because I wasn’t done yet.
I was just getting started.
The moment her father’s company caught fire, I savored every second of it.
Alexander walked in, phone in hand, his brows furrowed. "Did you see what’s circulating everywhere?"
I simply smiled.
His sharp gaze studied me. Alexander was the most observant man I’d ever met, and it didn’t take him long to piece it together.
"You did this, didn’t you?"
I didn’t say a word.
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "I knew it. No one has ever dared to humiliate her before. She’s always been so full of herself. But you? You broke her."
Oh, Alexander… If only you knew how poisonous I could be.
She thought she could cross me and walk away unscathed?
She had no idea who she was dealing with.
Coming down? That was never an option.
I wasn’t at the peak yet, but I was getting there.
And I wasn’t stopping.
The contract with Alexander? Temporary.
But my power? Permanent.
Soon enough, I’d be so untouchable that no one would dare speak against me. Maybe in a few years, I’d even run for Senate before I retired into the life of a wealthy, powerful legend.
For now?
I was living the dream.
And my family loved it too.
They had once struggled. Now, they were swimming in wealth and status.
My mother, the same woman who once claimed she didn’t care about money, was now spending lavishly, draped in designer brands, her hands heavy with diamonds.
Money changed people. Everyone loves money.
Her Downfall, My Peace
Later that night, as I scrolled through my phone, I saw the viral video.
Her. Crying.
Her once-perfect face was now puffy and red, her voice shaking as she pleaded:
"We never even dated! He was just a friend to me! This is all a misunderstanding!"
I laughed.
Laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone.
Oh, sweetheart. Now you want to play innocent?
She had played her game. Now, she was losing.
And this?
This was just the beginning.
Her father’s lawyers were already scrambling to do damage control. But I knew the truth.
She was weak.
And weak people? They break easily.
I sent her one final message:
"I haven’t even started, and you’re already crying? By the time I’m done with you, you might as well be in a casket."
Cold. Ruthless. Final.
Then, I laid back, closed my eyes, and drifted into the most peaceful sleep of my life.
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