Dumped My Cheating Husband, Married a s*x God

chapter 6

Mara collapsed onto the ground, shock written all over her face.

“What?” I asked, tilting my head. “Surprised? Don’t be. It was quite the eye-opener for me too. I didn’t know adopted siblings had… such kinks.” I smiled faintly. “Maybe I’m just the one who doesn’t understand the appeal. So I’m freeing you—now you can enjoy yourselves properly, without sneaking around. Sounds good, right?”

I turned to face Alex.

He paled instantly, his eyes darting between me and Marila. I didn’t give him a chance to speak.

“All I want now,” I continued, “is my money. A bet is a bet, right?” Then I turned to his mother. “Dear Mrs. Voss, you owe me fifty-five million dollars.”

I placed the document in front of her.

“I know you can’t possibly have that kind of money, so sign this.” I tapped the paper. “Sign, and you can leave today. Refuse… and you stay in jail until Alex somehow coughs it up.”

“You b***h!” she screamed, lunging at me, only to be held back by two men. “You tricked me! This was all a setup. You’ll die a gruesome death!”

I sighed. “Maybe. But dead or alive, I’ll get my money. So—sign, or go to jail. Your choice.”

Before she could respond, Alex dropped to his knees at my feet, right beside Mara, who was still trying to recover.

“Selena, don’t do this,” he begged, clutching my leg. “You know my situation—I can’t get that kind of money. Please… think about what we had. That money means nothing to you, just let it go. I promise—” He thumped his chest. “I’ll never hurt you again. What happened with Mara was a misunderstanding. Nothing happened between us.”

I clapped slowly. “Wow. Just wow. Your acting skills are incredible. You should win an award.”

Anyone walking in right now would think I was the villain.

“Alright,” I said, looking down at him. “Cut off your d**k, and I’ll waive the debt. If I’m taking you back, I need guarantees you won’t cheat again. Fair deal, don’t you think?”

“Impossible!” he shouted, then quickly lowered his voice. “Selena, don’t be like this. How are we supposed to have children? You gain nothing from this.”

He grabbed my hand again, desperate.

I kicked him away.

“Well, your d**k is precious. So is my money.”

I gestured to one of the men. He grabbed his mother despite her screams, pressed her stained thumb onto the document, and held it there.

She fainted immediately.

I waved a hand. “Throw them out.”

Once they were gone, I turned to the appraiser and smiled. “Thank you for your time.”

I paid him, and he hurried out, visibly shaken.

I picked up the document, satisfaction curling in my chest.

Perfect.

There was a clause they hadn’t noticed—1% interest added for every day the debt remained unpaid.

Let’s see how you crawl out of this.

I slipped the document back into the file and handed it to Liam. “Thank you for today.”

“My pleasure, Miss Hale,” he replied before leaving.

Finally, silence.

I went upstairs and spent the rest of the day refining my jewelry designs and polishing my next presentation.

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Two days later, I sat in Adrian Vale’s office, my palms damp, throat dry, as he reviewed my final proposal.

His expression gave nothing away.

Finally, he looked up, tapping the document lightly.

“Honestly,” he said, “I’m satisfied. This looks like a solid investment.”

Relief flooded through me.

Yes!

“But—” He set the document down. “The compensation isn’t up to par.”

I nearly choked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re offering four percent company shares and thirty percent dividend returns.” He clicked his tongue. “That’s too low.”

My hands trembled.

Calm down, Sel.

“So… Mr. Vale,” I said carefully, “what compensation would you consider fair? We can negotiate.”

He studied me, then leaned back, one leg crossed over the other.

“Ten percent shares. Sixty percent dividends.”

What the hell?

I almost snapped, is he trying to rob us? The only reason I remained calm was because he was our only option. Besides, if Vale Group turned us down, no one else would even look at us.

So I smiled instead, lifting my teacup.

“That’s… quite high, Mr. Vale. Don’t you think?”

“I don’t,” he replied, amusement flickering in his eyes. “We’d be entering a completely new industry. And you’ve only recently taken over the company. It’s a risk.”

I shifted in my seat.

He wasn’t wrong—but that price was outrageous.

“Five percent shares. Fifty percent dividends,” I countered. “That’s our limit. We can also offer a ten percent profit share from the collection sales.”

He hummed, tapping his thigh.

“Then add one more thing,” he said.

My eyes lit up despite myself. “What kind of thing?”

Anything. At this point, anything.

He held my gaze.

“Marry me.”