The Billionaire's Revenge Wife

Chapter 3: Track Her

"You can leave, but Clara is staying with me. She’s my daughter. Not yours." frёewebηovel.cѳm

Arianna stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"What do you mean she’s your daughter?" She questioned, her eyebrows creasing together into a frown.

The door to her bedroom opened once again and Vivian walked in, in a different dress. Beige. A grin on her face. The panic was completely gone now.

"We’re finally doing the big reveal, aren’t we?" Vivian asked.

Arianna glanced at Vivian and then back at Logan who still hadn’t explained anything yet.

"What do you mean Clara is your daughter?" She repeated, her eyes narrowed into slits now.

"You never noticed? Isn’t the resemblance uncanny?" Logan asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Arianna glanced at them, unable to understand what he was saying to her. Her grip on her box released as she took a harder look between Clara and Logan.

They both shared brown hair with brown eyes but that wasn’t something to be worried about at first.

Clara looked more like Vivian. Round face with pretty eyes. At first, she didn’t want to think too much about it, but now...

"Look at her, she’s flabbergasted," Vivian laughed, unable to contain herself.

Arianna’s heart shattered. As if she couldn’t bear any more betrayal tonight.

"Do you remember the time that I was away for about a year and a half?" Vivian asked, walking towards Arianna, then stopping right in front of her. "I was actually pregnant with Clara at that time."

Arianna’s heart dropped to her feet. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

That was about seven years ago.

Vivian had claimed to be extremely busy with her schedule at that time, barely making any time for them to meet and hang out.

Arianna didn’t think too much about it. She and Logan had just married and were thinking about how to build their business better.

"Clara..." Arianna looked down at the little girl who was now standing next to Vivian. "Clara is my child! I’m leaving this house and I’m going to take her with me." She declared, reaching her hand out for the girl but Clara took a step back, avoiding it.

Her action broke Arianna’s heart.

"Clara..."

Logan pushed the little girl behind her.

"She’s not your daughter. I brought her in so you could help us raise her." Then he laughed. "You didn’t even bother to ask where I got her from after bringing her home." Then he laughed, again, hysterically this time, as if she were a fool.

Perhaps she was a fool.

She’d been fooled by the two people she loved and cared about so much. And worse, they didn’t feel a single remorse for what they’d done.

Arianna clenched her fist as she forced her saliva down her throat.

Then she looked up at them.

"That’s great then. I’ll make sure you both suffer in hell. As for you," she turned to Logan. "I’ll make sure you lose all the shares you have in the company. You’ll lose everything you ever had, Logan. That, I promise."

She held a determined look on her face, one that was written with a promise she wouldn’t rest until she fulfilled it.

Her glare sent a chill running down Logan’s spine.

Everything he had was all because of her networking, her hard work.

If she wanted to ruin him, she could. But he wouldn’t let her.

The only way she would be able to was if she remained alive.

Arianna shoved past them, ready to leave when she suddenly heard, "It’s a good thing you’re not my mummy. I hate you. You want to spoil daddy’s business."

Arianna halted.

"It’s also a good thing he’s divorcing you. Now I can be with my real mummy." Clara moved to Vivian and held her arm dearly.

Arianna didn’t turn to look. She didn’t want to be more hurt than she already was.

Without responding, she left.

Logan quickly called for a servant and had them take Clara to her bedroom.

Arianna loaded the booth of her car with her box that only contained her essential belongings. Most of her stuff was still in the room.

To pack every single item would require her to stay longer in their suffocating presence. She doubted she wouldn’t cry if she did.

Her phone dinged with a text message.

She reached for her phone to read the text but before she could, she felt a hard object hit her head.

Her hand instantly flung to her head, gripping it hard as she tried to contain the pain. But she couldn’t.

Her vision turned blurry, making it impossible for her to see.

She tried to turn, to at least see the person who hit her when her head collided with another impact that forced her to collapse to the floor.

"Are you sure she’s unconscious now?" She heard a familiar woman’s voice. It was Vivian.

"She has to be," Logan replied.

Then he called for the security guards who came running to him.

"Take her away."

Arianna couldn’t react, couldn’t say a word as they took her away like a vegetative patient. Eventually, everything turned black.

Somewhere...

A man in a dimly lit room filled with smoke checked on his phone countless times as if he was expecting a text from someone.

A man was before him, all battered and bleeding with his arms tied behind them. He used his shoulders as a chair, resting his legs in a crossed manner while the man shivered in fear, praying to whoever was up there to save his life.

Daemon drew in his tobacco and exhaled, filling the room with more fog.

He’s just sent a text to Arianna but it hasn’t even been read yet. She always read them even if she never responded.

"Sir...please." His hostage pleaded, tears mixed with blood staining his face. "I don’t—"

Daemon aimed at his forehead and shot instantly, not willing to give him a chance to speak further.

It ticked 10:20pm. Making it exactly one hour since he’d texted her.

He switched to another app, placing a call immediately.

He stepped out of the chair, using his feet to kick the corpse a few inches away from him.

"Track her."