After Divorce: Spoiled by the Domineering Magnate

"Olivia, do you want a divorce? Or shall I push you off and make you fall to your death? Choose one."

On the bustling pedestrian bridge, Olivia Chaney was pushed to the edge of the railing by a man.

Ironically, this man was her husband of five years.

"You force me to death just to make room for the pregnant mistress. Noah, you truly are scum. Have you forgotten that you were raised by the Chaney family? You heartless wretch!"

Olivia felt like she and her family were truly blind. She actually fell in love with such a scumbag.

"Heartless wretch? Olivia, if you hadn't forced me to marry you back then, do you think I would have married you? Did you think I cared for the Chaney family?"

"If you didn't care, then why did you marry me? If you didn't care, then why did you become the CEO of the Chaney Group? Everything you gave to Caroline, isn't it all thanks to the financial support of the Chaney family?"

Olivia's sharp words made Noah Grant darken his face.

With a terrifying expression, he sneered, "Olivia, the Chaney Group wouldn't be where it is today without me. I don't need the Chaney family or you anymore. Since you refuse to divorce, then... just go die."

Noah's eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he pushed Olivia down without hesitation.

Olivia's eyes widened in panic as she fell straight down, desperately trying to reach out but unable to grasp Noah. She was only able to see his cold and emotionless face.

"Noah... you are truly cruel," thought Olivia.

The darkness swallowed Olivia. Apart from the sound of the wind, she couldn't hear anything.

Until...

"Are you awake?" A deep and pleasant male voice sounded in Olivia's ears. Olivia opened her eyes, looking a bit confused at the man in front of her.

The man had a pair of noble and intimidating green eyes and perfect features.

Olivia wondered, "Shawn Elliott?

"The man known as Mr. Elliott?

"He is the wealthiest man in Jeahron, and also the dreamboat of many socialites."

Shawn said, "You fell onto my car. This is the hospital. How do you feel now?"

Shawn crossed his legs, looking coldly at Olivia.

"Sorry."

Olivia apologized to Shawn after a moment of confusion.

Shawn raised an eyebrow. "Were you thrown down by Noah? If my car hadn't happened to pass by, you would have died."

The relationship between Olivia and Noah had spread throughout Jeahron. Shawn knew about it, so it was not surprising.

Olivia clenched her fist. Her eyes moistened slightly.

"Do you need help?"

Shawn picked up a tissue from the side, handed it to Olivia, and asked again.

Olivia shook her head, choked up, and said, "No need. Thank you, Mr. Elliott. I will repay you for the medical expenses."

"Olivia," said Shawn.

He suddenly reached out and pulled Olivia's chin towards him.

"Get a divorce."

Olivia looked at the man close at hand, her eyes slightly red. Her breathing was a bit erratic.

"Olivia, if you divorce, I will marry you."

The news of Noah's departure from the Chaney Group, leading to an economic crisis and a sharp drop in stock prices, dominated the headlines of the Jeahron newspaper for a while.

Due to this incident, Thomas Chaney suffered a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital for treatment. Olivia took care of Thomas alone in the hospital. Without Noah, the company was left without a leader, and many shareholders sold their stocks, making the situation even more dire.

Olivia had to take care of Thomas while managing the company. For Olivia, who lacked management experience, it was extremely difficult.

Olivia eventually fell ill, and the company was about to be auctioned off by the bank. With Thomas's condition still unstable, the desperate Olivia contemplated suicide.

Three days before the auction of the Chaney Group, Olivia could not think of any way to save the company. She even lowered her pride to negotiate with previous partners but was rejected.

Despite running a high fever and being physically weak, Olivia gritted her teeth and held on to it for the sake of the company.

She visited one company after another, all met with rejection. Just when Olivia was in despair, she received a message.

It read that if she wanted to solve the problem, she should come to Room 909 at Evergreen Hotel.

Clutching her phone, Olivia felt a rush of joy.

She struggled to maintain her discomfort, dressed up, and went to the hotel.

However, when she arrived at the suite, the room was dark. Thick curtains covered the entire window, and a seductive scent filled the air, making her feel uneasy.

Possibly due to a cold, the strong smell made Olivia feel nauseous.

As she reached for the switch next to her to turn on the light, a pair of hot hands grabbed her and forcefully threw her onto the thick carpet.

"Who?" As Olivia was thrown onto the carpet, she was pinned down by the man.

The man did not speak, his hot hands roaming on Olivia's body. Her eyes filled with a layer of haze. She looked at the man pressing on her, letting out broken moans.

She struggled, but with the strange scent, she became more and more powerless.

The wind outside lifted the curtains, casting a glimmer of light on the man's handsome and evil face. His green eyes carried depth and wickedness, which were dangerous and mesmerizing.

...

The next day.

Olivia slumped on the floor of the suite with messy hair. Her empty eyes were devoid of any glint, her body trembling violently with pain.

Shawn frowned, looking at the distressed look on her face. He pursed his lips, stood up, and picked up the clothes on the floor. He put them on one by one, saying, "Obviously, both you and I have been tricked."

Not only tricked but also caught by reporters in bed.

"He can go to such lengths to make you divorce him."

Shawn lowered his eyes, sneered, and bent down to lift Olivia from the ground.

Embracing her waist, Shawn brought his thin lips close to Olivia's trembling ones, saying, "Olivia, divorce Noah and marry me."

Olivia looked at Shawn in disbelief. "Mr. Elliott, you are really good at joking."

This was the second time he had said such words to her.

Shawn chuckled, his fingers sliding gently over Olivia's lips.

"Olivia, my promise is valid at all times. When you've thought it over, give me a call. I will take responsibility."

With that, he kissed her lips tenderly while she was in a daze, then walked away.