Never Provoke a Ruined Heiress
My fingers instinctively tapped open the Moments, and out of nowhere, a baby's photo hit me right in the face.
The man in the photo wore a custom suit, carefully holding a newborn baby, pride shining clearly in his eyes.
That man was my fiancé five years ago, Dave Geller.
At our wedding five years ago, in front of all the guests, he held his current wife, Veronica Butler's hand, promising her a grand future.
And I, the heiress of the Greenfield Family, became the city's biggest joke that day.
What's even more humiliating is that soon after, the Greenfield Family went bankrupt, and my parents, shattered by the blow, both passed away.
I stared at Dave Geller's face in the photo, my heart tightening—not with pain, but numbness.
The phone screen went dark, mirroring the calm in my eyes.
Five years have passed; I'm no longer the Greenfield family's spoiled heiress who used to cry at the drop of a hat.
The next afternoon, I was at the club with a client, negotiating a deal. As soon as I stepped out of the private room, a familiar figure blocked my path.
Dave wore an expensive trench coat, his hair perfectly styled, and that same arrogant look on his face.
"Freya, long time no see." He spoke, his tone like he was greeting an old friend.
I stopped in my tracks, looking at him coolly. "Mr. Geller, what do you want?"
He didn't expect me to be like this, froze for a second, then pulled a black card from his pocket and handed it to me.
"This is a black card. There's enough money on it to keep you comfortable for the rest of your life." His tone was dripping with pity.
"I know I hurt you back then. Now that Veronica has a son and the Geller family has an heir, I can marry you."
I stared at that black card and couldn't stop myself from laughing—a laugh full of bitter sarcasm.
Marry me? Who does he think he is?
"Mr. Geller, I think you're mistaken." I stopped smiling, my eyes turning cold. "I'm already married."
Dave Geller sounded like he'd just heard the biggest joke, sneering, "Married? Freya, don't make me laugh."
"After the Greenfield family went bankrupt, who would still marry you? Are you really still waiting for me?"
His words instantly ignited a fire inside me.
"Dave, do you remember the wedding from five years ago?" I stared him straight in the eyes and said each word clearly.
"You told everyone you wanted to be with Veronica Butler and said I wasn't good enough for you."
"Now that your son is born, you remember me? Do you think I, Freya Greenfield, am someone you can summon and discard at will?"
Dave Geller's face changed slightly, his tone growing impatient: "Let's not bring up the past."
"I know you're upset, but I'm giving you a chance. The wedding is set for next Monday. Just say yes, and you'll become the second madam of the Geller Family."
I looked down, pulled out my phone, and quickly sent a message to my assistant: "Prepare to remove Dave Geller from his position as general manager at GS Group."
After I sent it, I looked up and stared at Dave Geller. "Mr. Geller, thanks for your 'kindness,' but I don't need it."
"And enjoy your current position while it lasts—it might not be around for long."
Dave stood frozen, clearly not understanding what I meant.
I walked past him and left without looking back.
The next morning, just as I arrived downstairs at the company, I saw Dave standing there.
He saw me and immediately came over, holding that black card in his hand.
"Freya, I know you're still angry." He shoved the black card into my hand.
"Take this card. Consider it my compensation to you. I can still throw you the wedding, let everyone know you're mine."
I stepped back, pulling away from his hand. "Dave Geller, I told you, I'm already married. Please show some respect."
"Married?" Dave frowned. "Who did you marry? Don't think just marrying anyone will get under my skin."
I didn't want to get into a fight, so I turned and walked into the company.
But Dave grabbed my wrist firmly, his voice laced with threat. "Freya, don't be so shameless."
"If it weren't for the fact that you used to be my fiancée, do you honestly think you'd be where you are today?"
I yanked my hand free and said coldly, "Dave Geller, you'd better stop bothering me, or deal with the consequences."
Without looking back, I walked straight into the company.
In the afternoon, my assistant told me that Dave Geller held a banquet at the GS Group hotel to celebrate his son's birth, inviting a lot of business elites.
"Boss, Mr. Geller specifically asked me to tell you to come over." My assistant's tone held a hint of mockery.
I sneered, "Tell him I'm busy."
That night, because I had to deal with an urgent file, I stayed in the penthouse suite of the GS Group hotel.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Dave Geller standing at the suite's entrance.
"Freya, I knew you'd come." A smug smile spread across his face. "I know you still care about me; otherwise, why would you be staying here?"
I didn't bother wasting time talking and pulled out my room card to open the door.
But Dave blocked my way, sneering, "What? After the Greenfield Family went bankrupt, this is the kind of hotel you can afford? If you'd stayed with me, you'd be picking any villa you wanted from the Geller Family."
I stared at him, my eyes icy cold: "Dave Geller, have you forgotten who's really in charge of the GS Group now?"
Dave hesitated for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Freya, don't play games with me. You think marrying an ordinary man could let you challenge the Geller Family?"
Just then, a gentle woman's voice came from nearby: "Dave, stop joking around with Ms. Greenfield."
I turned to see Veronica Butler walking over, holding a baby in her arms.
She wore a designer dress, her face soft with a warm smile, like the ideal wife and mother.
"Ms. Greenfield, long time no see." Veronica Butler walked up to me and handed me the baby.
"This is my son. Look how adorable he is. Why don't you be his godmother?"
I looked at the baby, then back at Veronica, feeling a rush of disgust.
"No thanks." I said coldly.
The smile on Veronica's face froze for a second, then went back to normal. "Ms. Greenfield, I know you're still upset with Dave."
"Honestly, I feel bad about it too. Why don't you move in with the Geller Family? That way we can take care of each other."
"By the way, to avoid unnecessary trouble later, you should get a vasectomy."
Her words made me absolutely furious.
I took out my phone and called the hotel manager: "This is Freya Greenfield. Send security to the penthouse suite entrance immediately."
After hanging up, I glared coldly at Veronica Butler and Dave Geller. "You'd better leave right now, or it won't be pretty when security shows up."
Dave was about to say something, but Veronica grabbed his arm and shook her head.
The security arrived shortly after.
"Ms. Greenfield, do you have any instructions?" The manager asked respectfully.
"Please ask these two to leave, and don't let them enter any GS Group hotels from now on." I pointed at Dave Geller and Veronica Butler.
The manager nodded immediately. "Understood, Ms. Greenfield."
Dave Geller and Veronica Butler were escorted out by security, and before leaving, Dave shot me a venomous glare.
I walked into the suite, pulled out my phone, and sent a message to my assistant: "Raise the risk weight on GS Group's financing feasibility report for Geller Group, and donate that black card to the Mountain Girls' Education Fund."
Back in the penthouse suite, I had just sat down when my phone rang.
It was a message from my assistant, with a new draft report from Geller Group attached.
I opened it; the report recommended lowering Geller Group's risk rating to "C."
I nodded in satisfaction and replied to my assistant, "Let's move forward with this plan."
I put down my phone, leaned back on the sofa, and closed my eyes, exhausted.
Five years have passed. I went from a bankrupt heiress with nothing to the wife of the president of the world's largest investment bank, SA Investment Bank. Only I know the hardships I endured along the way.
The next morning, I went downstairs to get ready for the company. Just as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Veronica standing in the lobby.
She saw me and immediately walked over, a provocative smile on her face: "Ms. Greenfield, did you sleep well last night?"
I ignored her and kept walking.
Veronica blocked my way, her tone dripping with contempt: "Ms. Greenfield, don't think marrying a rich husband makes you so special."
"Let me tell you, the internet's full of rumors about you right now. Everyone's saying you climbed up by sleeping with someone."
My heart skipped a beat as I pulled out my phone and opened Twitter. Sure enough, the hashtag #Freya Greenfield Got Ahead Unfairly# was already trending.
Below are all malicious comments, along with some fake private photos.
I took a deep breath, pushing down the anger inside me: "Veronica Butler, this is all your doing, isn't it?"
Veronica smiled without denying it: "Ms. Greenfield, if you know what's good for you, stay away from Dave, or I've got even more 'surprises' waiting for you."
I shot her a cold glance and walked past her, leaving the hotel.
That morning, I was heading to my alma mater to give a talk for the anniversary celebration.
The moment I stepped onto the stage, those fake private photos and malicious comments flashed up on the big screen.
The crowd instantly erupted into chaos, with whispers and murmurs breaking out everywhere.
"So that's what kind of person she really is."
"How disgusting—using tricks like that to get ahead."
"I actually thought she was some kind of strong career woman."
I stood on the podium, my face pale, but forced myself to stay composed.
Just then, a group of women stormed over, hitting and shouting at me.
"You b*tch, get out of our school right now!"
"Someone like you doesn't deserve to be standing here teaching!"
I tried to resist, but there were too many of them—I was no match.
At that moment, I saw Dave Geller standing just outside the crowd, watching coldly, a smirk of mockery flickering at the corner of his mouth.
It had to be him—he was definitely in cahoots with Veronica Butler to set this up.
The hatred boiling inside me grew even stronger.
The lecture ended in disaster, and I was rushed to the hospital.
Lying in bed, my phone kept blowing up with hateful texts, every single one worse than the last.
Worse still, the hotel entrance was piled high with white wreaths, all bearing venomous messages like "Freya Greenfield dies."
I looked at those texts and photos, and couldn't hold back the tears.
It's been five years. I thought I was strong enough, cold enough, but facing such cruelty, I still can't help but feel hurt.
That night, my husband Hank Stephenson came to see me.
He saw my pale face and the texts on my phone, and his expression immediately darkened.
"Freya, leave this to me. I'll make sure they pay." He gripped my hand tightly, his voice steady.
I shook my head, wiped my tears, and said, "Hank, thank you, but I want to handle this myself. What Dave Geller and Veronica Butler owe me, I'm going to take back with my own hands."
Hank Stephenson frowned. "Freya, it's too dangerous for you to be alone."
"I'm not alone." I looked at him. "I have you, and the people at the company."
"Besides, I'm no longer the bullied eldest daughter of the Greenfield Family."
Hank was silent for a long moment, then finally nodded. "Alright, I support you. But you must stay safe. Call me anytime if anything happens."
I smiled and nodded.
The next day, I was discharged from the hospital and returned to the company.
As soon as I walked into the office, I saw a pristine white wedding dress lying on the desk.
The assistant told me it was sent by Dave Geller. He said he hoped I would wear this wedding dress and marry him at the wedding next Monday.
I stared at that wedding dress and sneered, "Throw it away or donate it to charity."
"Yes, boss."
For the next few days, I was busy revising the Geller Group's merger and acquisition plan.
I want Dave Geller to know that he didn't just lose me—he lost everything he owns now.
Two days before the wedding, I was in the office dealing with documents when Veronica Butler suddenly burst in and dropped to her knees in front of me.
"Ms. Greenfield, please, I beg you—give Dave back to me, give my child back to me." She clung to my legs, crying her heart out.
I frowned and pushed her away hard. "Veronica Butler, what the hell are you acting crazy for? Dave Geller is your husband, the child is your son—what does that have to do with me?"
Veronica lifted her head, tears streaming down her face. "Ms. Greenfield, I know you still love Dave. I know you can't let go."
"If you just let us go, I'll do anything."
I looked at her fake face and felt sick. "Veronica, cut the act."
"I haven't had any feelings for Dave for a long time. Now I just want you to pay for what you've done."
Veronica's face twisted with rage when she saw I wasn't shaken. "Freya, you really have no shame."
"Do you really think you can go up against me and Dave? Just wait—I'm going to destroy your reputation!"
After saying that, she stood up and stormed out, furious.
That night, after finishing work and about to head home, just as I stepped out of the company building, a shadow covered my mouth and nose.
I struggled briefly but soon lost consciousness.
When I came to, I was lying on an unfamiliar bed, a sharp pain stabbing through my abdomen.
I looked down and saw my abdomen wrapped in thick gauze, blood already seeping through.
Just then, Dave Geller walked in.
When he saw I was awake, a twisted smile spread across his face. "Freya, you're awake."
"Dave Geller, what have you done to me?" I asked, my voice trembling. A cold, ominous feeling gnawed at my heart.
He sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking my hair. "Freya, I did all this for your own good."
"Think about it—if you can't have children, no one will compete with me for you. We'll be together forever."
His words hit me like a thunderclap exploding right in my ear.
I stared at him in disbelief. "Dave Geller, you actually... you actually removed my uterus?"
Dave nodded calmly, his voice steady. "Freya, don't be angry. This is better for you, for me, and for Veronica."
I looked at his calm face, my heart full of hatred.
I wanted nothing more than to kill him right then and there.
But I knew I couldn't.
I had to live. I had to be the one to destroy him.
A few days later, dressed in a black business suit, I walked into the top-floor conference room of GS Group.
Everyone froze the moment I walked in.
"Freya Greenfield, what are you doing here?" Dave Geller frowned, his tone sharp with displeasure.
I ignored him and strode straight to the podium, grabbing the microphone. "Everyone, I have an announcement to make today."
"Following the board of directors' decision, Dave Geller is hereby dismissed from his role as General Manager of GS Group, effective immediately."
The moment I finished speaking, the conference room erupted into chaos.
Dave's face turned pale as he pointed at me. "Freya Greenfield, on what grounds are you firing me? Who do you think you are?"
I met his gaze and sneered coldly, "Who am I?"
"I'm the wife of the president at SA Investment Bank and one of the largest shareholders of GS Group. I have the authority to fire you."
Dave Geller froze, clearly caught off guard by the extent of my power.
Without looking back, I turned and walked out of the meeting room.
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