Hidden Billionaire Behind His Lab

Summary

I watched Victor set down his soup bowl, his lip curling into a sneer of pure, unadulterated condescension.

He told his mother to stop praising me.

In his world, a woman’s value was measured solely by her ability to produce an heir and keep a house. He mocked me, suggesting I’d probably forgotten what it felt like to use my brain for anything more complex than a grocery list.

What he didn't know was that my five-year hiatus from academia wasn't a lapse into domestic lethargy. The scientific empire I had quietly built behind the scenes was a height he wouldn't reach in three lifetimes.