Chapter: Chapter Sixty One: How much longer?*Vivienne* I stumbled back, my heart pounding wildly against my chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and adrenaline. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the unmoving body of Logan sprawled on the floor. His face was a twisted mask of shock and pain— his gaze blank as blood trickled from his nose, staining the floor beneath him a dark crimson. The shattered glass glimmered ominously, reflecting the harsh overhead light in the room. My fists clenched by my sides as the feeling of horror mixed with relief coursed through my body. He was not moving. And I needed to get out of here. Now. With a surge of determination, I turned and dashed out of the room, my bare feet slapping against the cold, hard floor. I raced down the dimly lit hallway with only my eyes as the beacon of light guiding me. I then paused for a moment, bracing my hands on the side walls to be able to catch my breath. I clutched my heaving, tight chest and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the walls
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty: Captive of regret *Vivienne*“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Ina?” he said, his tone unsettlingly calm and steady. That was the second thing that the man responsible for upsetting my entire life said to me, about eight years later. Almost immediately resentment, anger, sorrow and a whole lot more emotions rolled through me systemically, each one trying to override the other. He moved to my back and I could feel him sniffing my hair. His own smell invaded my nostrils which instantly made the contents in my belly revolt. It was him alright. Lemon, leather and the smell of cigarettes clinging to his clothes. “I have missed you so much, Ina,” he continued with a husky voice, his strong alcoholic breath fanning my neck. I clenched my jaw, my fists clenching behind me, nails biting into palms. Fuck! I still can't see a damn thing. And my ankles were also starting to hurt like a bitch. Whoever tied me up did a great fucking job.“Your smell.” he lifted the side of my hair and took another sniff of
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Nine: In the flesh *Vivienne*As I settled into the plush leather seat of the car, I glanced sideways at Eric. He looked a bit pale, the remnants of his recent hospital stay evident in the way he held himself. I suddenly felt guilty about not visiting him throughout his stay at the hospital. I only recalled hearing that the stab had gone deep and that he would be needing critical surgery and aftercare. The car hummed softly as we glided through the late morning streets, the sun casting long shadows across the asphalt. The city buzzed around us, a symphony of honking horns and distant chatter.“Feeling better?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood. Eric offered a faint smile, his eyes focused on the road ahead. “Yeah, just a bit sore. But I’ll be back to normal soon.”I swallowed hard, feeling nerves overtaking my body. “I'm so sorry I didn't drop by to visit the entire time you were at the hospital,” I finally whispered, hoping that my sincerity was passed across to him. “You don't have to apologize
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Eight: A hasty plan *Liam*“Why didn't you tell Ms. Reynolds about the paparazzi camping out in front of the hotel,” Ryder threw out as soon as the car pulled out from the parking lot. I sighed and reclined even more on the car seat. “Well, I didn't want to bother her with such irrelevant things,” I answered. “Irrelevant things?” Ryder scoffed. “Because of the scene you caused yesterday, the whole internet has been buzzing off with the firm speculations that you two are dating. Again.”I closed my eyes. “You make it sound like it would be a bad thing if we were actually dating.”“Aren't you?”My eyes popped open and I slowly turned my head to gaze at Ryder. “No, we are not,” I told him. “At least not yet.”“Well, guess who's not going to believe you?” I watched with a quizzical expression on my face as he pulled up an article on his tab and practically shoved it at my face. “What the fuck is that?” I muttered. “A super viral article of you rushing up to help Ms. Reynolds and finally leading her away
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Seven: The last encounter *Vivienne*Never in my life did I imagine that I would be telling my story to another person… more less, a man.It wasn't even about the heartache and guilt that I normally feel whenever I thought about the series of events that lead up to the tragedy but bringing myself to talk openly about it. But here I was, naked with my boobs squished up against Liam's hot body as I told him exactly what happened. I was yet to understand the reason why I told him something that I had sworn never to tell anyone, but I later came to the conclusion that I tend to be irrational whenever I was with him. But deep down inside me, I knew that I wanted to tell him… I wanted to be the first person that he hears the story from. Releasing another deep agonizing breath, I raised my head from his chest and stared at him. “So, you see the reason why I can't bring myself to trust anyone? I can't even trust myself… and that's just the real me.”Liam just gazed at me without a word, his green eyes flickering a
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Six: Unmasking the pain *Vivienne*“No,” he said, cutting me off. “You are actually the first woman I'm doing this for.”I felt a squeeze in my heart at his words and I slowly threw my head to the side, unable to look him in the eye. The cleaning movement at my lower body subsided and then stopped altogether. I felt him reaching for my face even before his cold hands grasped my chin and turned my head back to him. “Why? You don't believe me?” he asked softly as stared into my eyes. Fuck! Those eyes look like they are piercing into my soul. I quickly ran my tongue over my dry lips. “No, I—” I paused and counted to five in my head. “No, I do believe you,” I added. Liam's gaze remained rooted on my face and then he chuckled. “You are really a bad liar, Angel eyes,” he said, his voice light with humor. He brushed his thumb across my left eyebrow. “Your left eye twitches like crazy whenever you're lying. I've told you before, right?”How did he even manage to pick up on that?Embarrassed at being caught at m
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Second Vows Of A Scorned Wife
Avina was the perfect wife—obedient, soft-spoken, and raised to smile even when her heart broke.
And this was why she didn’t realize her life had been carefully staged… until the night it began to collapse around her.
Diagnosed with a strange terminal disease, Avina was framed and tortured only after discovering that her loving husband and her own sister had orchestrated every misfortune she had ever endured.
By the time she understood she’d been chosen as the scapegoat, it was already too late.
She died watching the people she trusted decide her fate with frightening calm.
But death was not her ending.
Because when Avina opens her eyes again, she’s back years before her murder, standing in the same gown, at the start of the same doomed marriage.
Only this time, she’s not the naive bride they remember.
This time, she’s the hunter.
Her first move is ruthless: she divorces her husband before he can even start his plan and marries his powerful uncle, Ronan Graves, a man whose name alone makes boardrooms go silent.
A man rumored to be as dangerous as he is untouchable.
Through Ronan’s power and influence, —and his dark growing obsession with her—Avina gains access to the kind of secrets that ruin dynasties.
But as she pulls the threads of her past life apart, she slowly realizes the truth is far worse than betrayal. Because in a world ruled by wealth, obsession, and secrets, revenge is only the beginning.
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Chapter: Chapter Eight*Avina*The sun crawled across the floor of my bedroom like a silent intruder. I sat on the edge of the bed, my head in my hands, trying to piece together the fragments of the last twelve hours.My body felt heavy, but it wasn't the sickly weight of the Cellular Degeneration Syndrome. It was a different kind of ache. My skin felt sensitive, hummed with a residual heat that didn't belong to me. It belonged to Ronan Graves.I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror. My hair was a mess, my lips were slightly swollen, and when I tilted my head, I saw them. Two dark, bruised marks on the curve of my neck. Hickeys. I shivered, a slow, delicious heat curling through my veins at the memory of him pounding into me with reckless abandon, his skin feeling like steel beneath warm silk. Whoever said older men had no stamina certainly was lying. That man had no problem going again and again, as if sleep were optional and restraint a foreign concept.My body told on him before my mind could c
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Chapter: Chapter Seven*Ronan*I watched the monitors on my desk. The high-definition feed brought her closer. Her skin was like cream. Her eyes were a piercing, intelligent green. But it was her mouth—a soft, pink bow that she kept biting—that held my attention.I felt a sudden, visceral pull in my gut. It was a reaction I hadn't felt in years. It wasn't just lust. It was a predatory, possessive instinct that roared to life in my chest. My body reacted instantly, a heavy heat pooling in my loins.I want that woman.I tracked the movement of her hips, then watched the hypnotic sway of the curtain of thick, shiny hair that framed her dainty face in fat curls and danced across her shoulders with every movement. My finger flexed, causing the screen to zoom in on her face. My muscles tensed, my cock jerking to attention. God! She was breathtaking. Letting out a deep breath, I pressed a finger to my lips and leaned back in my chair trying to find a more comfortable position. What the hell was she doing to m
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter Six*Ronan*The air in ‘The Vault’ always smelled the same: expensive tobacco, aged bourbon, and the faint, metallic scent of desperation. It was my favorite smell. It reminded me that in this city, I was the one who held the leash.I walked through the private corridor of my club, my footsteps muffled by the thick, charcoal carpet. Behind me, Zach, my assistant, was a silent shadow, rattling off the highlights of the just concluded Tokyo merger. I didn't listen. My mind was on the quiet hum of the city outside and the weight of the Graves empire on my shoulders. I was forty years old, and I had spent every second of half those years building a fortress that no one could breach."The board is concerned about the hospital's recent PR dip, sir," Zach murmured, his voice as neutral as his suit. "Xavier’s latest press conference helped, but—"I stopped.A muffled roar of laughter drifted from the Onyx Lounge, one of the private suites reserved for "Gold" members. Usually, I ignored the sound
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Chapter: Chapter Five*Avina*“Is everything done, Maria?” I asked again, my voice cutting through the low clatter behind the counters.Maria didn’t look up at first, too busy correcting a placement and signaling someone to lower the heat. “Yes, ma’am. Almost.”I exhaled slowly. “Almost how long?”She finally faced me, hands folding together. “We ran short on flour. Ben’s gone to fetch more from the underground pantry.”I sighed and pressed a finger to my eyebrow. “No problem, just take your time and make sure everything is perfect.”She nodded. “Yes ma'am.”I went out yet again, pausing briefly to smoothen out my silk dress. It was a soft, pale blue—Xavier’s favorite color. I looked innocent. I looked like the perfect, grieving wife he expected to find.A clock went off somewhere in the house prompting me to take a deep calming breath. He would be home soon. I could feel it. Clenching my fists by my sides, I shook my head and strutted towards the foyer. “Avina!”I froze, my blood turning to ice as the v
Last Updated: 2026-01-27
Chapter: Chapter Four*Avina*I jerked awake with a gasp that felt like it had been trapped in my lungs for a lifetime.My eyes flew open, expecting to see the cold, damp shadows of a prison cell or the blinding white of a psychiatric ward. I expected the smell of bleach and the iron tang of my own blood. Instead, I was met with the soft, warm glow of morning sun filtering through heavy cream curtains. The air smelled of expensive lavender and the faint, lingering scent of masculine cedarwood.I lay still, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. My chest… it didn't rattle. I took a deep, shaky breath, and there was no pain. No fire in my veins. No wet, scraping sound of fluid in my lungs.I threw back the silk duvet wrapped around my midsection, my hands trembling. Holding my breath, I looked down at my arms. They weren’t the skeletal, gray limbs I had seen in the past couple of months. The skin was smooth, porcelain-pale, and glowing with health. Big knots formed in my stomach as I scramb
Last Updated: 2026-01-27
Chapter: Chapter Three*Avina*The gravel of the driveway bit into my bare, bloodied feet, but I didn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything except the frantic, jagged beat of my heart and the cold, wet sensation of my own blood soaking into my collar.I leaned against a thick oak tree at the edge of the estate, gasping for air. My lungs felt like they were filled with crushed glass, each intake of breath excruciatingly painful. But still, I looked toward my home—the Graves mansion with hope.It was glowing.Every window was ablaze with warm, golden light. Music drifted across the lawn, a soft, upbeat jazz that felt like a slap in the face. Valet drivers in crisp uniforms moved luxury cars. Men in tuxedos and women in shimmering gowns laughed as they walked toward the grand entrance.I stood in the shadows, a ghost in a torn, shredded coat. I looked at the faces of the guests through the massive glass windows of the ballroom. I saw them…our "friends." Chloe was there, sipping champagne and laughing with a grou
Last Updated: 2026-01-10
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