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The husband beat his wife with a baseball bat just to please his mistress — but the revenge carried out by the wife’s three CEO brothers left everyone astonished.

The husband beat his wife with a baseball bat just to please his mistress — but the revenge carried out by the wife’s three CEO brothers left everyone astonished…

Blood trickled down Emily Carter ‘s forehead   as she crawled across the marble floor, clutching her ribs.
The man who was supposed to love her— her husband, Ryan —stood over her, holding a baseball bat stained with her blood.
“You’re useless,” he spat, his gaze icy.  “Sophia  deserves better than you could ever give her.”
Sophia  —his lover—the woman who had convinced him that Emily was holding him back.

That night, Ryan’s cruelty went too far. Emily had refused to sign the papers to transfer the house to his name, and in a fit of rage, he swung the bat without hesitation.
The neighbors heard the screams, but no one dared to intervene—Ryan was powerful in the town, and people feared him.
When it was all over, Emily lay unconscious, her body covered in bruises, her spirit shattered.

But Ryan made a fatal mistake:  he forgot who Emily Carter really was.
He forgot that her three brothers— Ethan, Lucas, and Daniel Carter —weren’t just protective siblings.
They were  the CEOs of three of the most influential corporations in the country.

When  Ethan  received the call from the hospital, his voice turned icy.
“Who did this to my sister?” he asked the nurse.
The moment she whispered the name, he didn’t say another word.

Within hours,  three private jets  took off from  New York, San Francisco, and Chicago ,
all headed to the same place:  the small suburban town where Ryan believed he was untouchable.

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