The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 485

Starfall City

“Mr. Doyle, looks like we have ourselves a deal. Come on, let’s drink to it…”

Glasses clinked and laughter echoed around the table as Violet found herself nudged, once again, into the arms of another elderly man. This one seemed even older than the last.

Violet bit back her anger. There were too many eyes on her, too many people watching for her to make a scene. When Simms excused himself to use the restroom, she seized the chance to follow.

“Dad, you can’t keep treating me like some escort, passing me from one man to another at every business dinner.”

The words caught in her throat, but the tears were impossible to stop. They came without warning, hot and humiliated.

This month alone, she’d been forced to entertain six different men—two each week. Back at Quantum Core Technologies, she’d never had to grovel for clients; in fact, people had tiptoed around her. She was sick of it all.

Simms’ slap was swift and brutal, leaving her cheek red and throbbing.

“And what right do you have to set conditions?” he sneered. “Look at yourself. No one at the company likes you. What do you have left besides that pretty face? Letting you spend time with these CEOs is already more than you deserve. If you don’t want to do it, you can get out tomorrow. Or you can go back in there and do as I say.”

His words left no room for negotiation. Whatever hope Violet had clung to died in that moment.

She pressed her hand to her burning cheek. “Fine… I’ll do it.”

Simms’ mood flipped instantly, his smile oily and triumphant. “That’s my girl. Stick with me, and everything you want will be yours.”

He turned to leave, then paused at the door. “And from now on, don’t call me Dad in public. Not in front of outsiders.”

Violet’s fists clenched at her sides as she fought to keep her tears in check.

“Fine.”

Fine. I won’t call you Dad.

If that’s how he wanted it, then there was nothing left between them. No love, no loyalty—just business.

It was clear now: every dime he’d ever spent on her was just an investment, and now that he wasn’t seeing a return, he was desperate to recoup his losses any way he could—even if it meant selling her out to his clients. In the end, she was nothing but a failed investment, a tool to be discarded when she was no longer useful.

But that was fine. Soon enough, Simms would realize just how big a mistake he’d made crossing her and her mother. Let him enjoy his victory while he still could. Soon, everything he had would belong to her.

Elite of high society? CEO of Golden Era Enterprises? He was nothing but a social climber who’d hitched his wagon to the right wife. Trash.