Married to the Billionaire Who Betrayed Me novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Threatening His Own Billionaire Empire

The rational thought process shut down completely. I did not care about the billionaires standing in the foyer. I did not care about the security guards outside the front door. I did not care about the legal consequences.

I only wanted to destroy the woman standing in front of me. I wanted to tear her apart with my bare hands.

I dropped my portfolio. It hit the stone floor with a heavy thud.

I lunged forward.

My right hand raised into the air. I aimed for Harriet’s face. I intended to leave a mark that would never fade. I intended to shatter/

her perfect, arrogant jaw.

Harriet’s eyes went wide. She flinched, stepping backward, realizing she pushed the wild animal too far.

Before my hand could connect, a large, heavy grip closed around my wrist.

The momentum jerked to a sudden halt. The grip was tight, but it did not bruise the bone. A body stepped between me and the

matriarch.

Tristan.

He held my arm in the air. He looked down at me. The scent of cedar and rain hit my senses, cutting through the red haze in my mind. His gray eyes were wide, filled with a frantic, desperate energy. He saw the absolute devastation and raw rage on my face. He

saw the mother ready to kill for her young.

He let go of my wrist.

He turned his back to me. He formed a human shield, blocking me from the rest of his family. He faced his grandmother.

“That is enough,” Tristan said.

Harriet stared at him. She recovered her posture, smoothing her gray dress. ‘Step aside, Tristan. That woman just tried to assault me

in my own home.”

“I said, that is enough, Tristan repeated. He raised his voice.

Frederick stepped forward, his face flushed with anger. “Tristan, have you lost your mind? She filed an injunction against us. She humiliated us at the dinner table. She is keeping your son from you. She is the enemy.”

Tristan pointed a steady finger at his uncle. “If you say another word, Frederick, I will call the gate guards. I will have them drag you out the front door and throw you onto the highway.”

Frederick stopped. He stared at his nephew in utter shock. Tristan never spoke to the senior board members with open hostility. He

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Chapter 97 Threatening His Own Billionaire Empire

always played the diplomat. He always kept the peace.

Tristan looked back at Harriet. The matriarch glared at him, furious at the public defiance.

“She is the mother of my child, Tristan told his grandmother. Every word landed like a hammer strike on an anvil. “She is my wife.”

Celeste let out a sharp, broken gasp. She covered her mouth with her hands. The entire family turned to look at the heiress, then

back to Tristan. The secret was out. He finally ripped the bandage off in front of his entire bloodline.

“She protected him while we sent investigators to hunt her down, Tristan continued. He ignored the gasps. He ignored Celeste He kept his eyes locked on Harriet. “She carried him alone. She gave birth to him alone. She built a life for him out of nothing but her

own sheer will.”

He stepped closer to the matriarch. He used his height to dominate the space.

“She is clean, Tristan declared. The fierce defense rang through the cold air. She is strong. She is ten times the parent anyone in this family could ever hope to be. We are the filth, Grandmother. We are the ones who trade lives for stock prices.”

Harriet’s face turned pale. “You forget your place, Tristan. You forget who controls the voting shares.”

“I do not care about the shares, Tristan shot back. “If you insult her again, if you send one more lawyer to her door, I will call an

emergency board meeting tomorrow morning.”

The family watched in silent horror. They realized he was not bluffing.

I will step down as Chief Executive Officer, Tristan threatened. ‘I will sell my personal equity to a rival firm. I will leak the internal audits to the press. I will let this entire empire burn to the ground, and I will strike the match myself. Do you understand

me?

Harriet Montgomery stared at her grandson. She saw the unyielding fire in his eyes. She realized he meant every single word.

Tristan held the standoff for ten long seconds. He ensured every person in the room understood the new reality.

Then, he turned around.

He faced me. His shoulders slumped slightly. The aggressive energy drained from his body, leaving him looking exhausted and

stripped bare. He looked at my face.

He waited for my gratitude.

I looked at him. I felt the steady beat of my heart slow down. The red haze faded, leaving a cold, clear clarity in its wake.

I bent down. I picked up my portfolio from the stone floor. I dusted a speck of dirt off the black leather.

I stood straight. I met his desperate, hopeful gaze.

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