The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 603

"I'm calling the police," Simone snarled, reaching for her phone.

Winona caught her wrist, holding tight. "She's Sylvan Scully's daughter. Calling the cops right now is useless."

Winona had spent enough time navigating the elite circles of Riverton to know how the game was played. Billionaires like Sylvan treated the law like a mere suggestion. Even if Giselle was arrested, Sylvan's lawyers would have her out on bail in an hour and the charges magically dropped by morning. Simone's family was wealthy, but the Sterling company was no match for the Scully Group. Worse, Mr. Sterling might not risk corporate warfare just to avenge his daughter's boyfriend.

"So we do nothing?!" Simone cried out. "She ruined his arm! He's a genius, his hands were meant to change the world! If the law won't touch her, I'll destroy her myself. An eye for an eye!"

Winona's gaze darkened. "We aren't doing nothing. I have a plan."

***

At ten o'clock the next morning, Giselle stepped out of her apartment, practically glowing. Ophelia had wired her the final payment for ruining Forrest's career, and Giselle was ready to hit the luxury boutiques to reward herself with a new designer bag.

She had barely unlocked her car when something heavy and metallic slammed violently against her door. She jumped, a scream caught in her throat. Through the window, she saw a towering, heavily muscled man gripping a tire iron.

Panicking, she fumbled for her phone to call 911, but the man didn't wait. He ripped the door handle completely off, grabbed Giselle by the jacket, and hauled her out onto the pavement.

"Oh, sure. Just friends," the first wife sneered. "My husband texts you every night calling you 'baby.' If you're so innocent, why are you sending him photos of yourself in lingerie?"

Giselle flushed. She enjoyed validating her own ego by sending provocative pictures to keep these men obsessed with her. "Men and women can be platonic! You're just insecure!"

The wife laughed, a cold, sharp sound. "You're genuinely shameless. I heard you masquerade as some high-end tech researcher. Please. You're no different than a cheap escort."

Humiliated and furious, Giselle screamed, "I am the daughter of Sylvan Scully, CEO of the Scully Group! You can't do this!"