Reclaiming His Ex-wife; At all costs!
Vengeance is her's, not God's.
Andrea Campbell's world is shattered when Thane, her ruthless CEO husband, divorces her. Left with nothing, she has no family, no money, no identity. But as fate would have it, she is reunited with her billionaire birth father, Mr. Campbell.
Five years later, Andrea returns as a stunning, sassy businesswoman, fueled by a burning desire for revenge. She plans to pull Thane into a high-stakes business collaboration and then destroy him.
Thane, consumed by his ex-wife's transformation, will stop at nothing to reclaim her. Unaware of their hidden twin children and Andrea's secret game. He becomes increasingly obsessed. As they dance around their explosive past, Andrea struggles to keep her emotions in check. Thane's determination ignites a risky game of cat and mouse, where old feelings resurface and new flames ignite.
Will Thane's all-consuming love be enough to quench Andrea's fury, or will her thirst for revenge destroy them both? Can Andrea resist Thane's relentless chase, or will she succumb to the passion that once bound them?
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Chapter: FORTY TWOKELLAN'S P.O VEven though the party had barely started, the Lancaster's mansion was buzzing with lights, different people, music, and a jumble of voices.I couldn't concentrate on anything. I kept staring at my phone screen, hoping it would light up with Ashley's call. She hadn't answered. She hadn't called back.My heart twisted like I was being stabbed repeatedly.“Guest of honor!” Someone cheered my way, and I raised my face from my phone to meet with that of a man's. He had a small frame and salt and pepper hair. I managed a smile as he approached me. Guests had started making their self comfortable in the ballroom, but I was nursing a glass of champagne in a quiet corner where I thought no one would see me.Guess I thought wrong.“Mr Lancaster,” I tilted my glass up to his in a toast and plastered a fake smile on my face. That was the thing that annoyed me about these gatherings, we were supposed to smile and laugh at each other even when I felt like I was crumbling on the insi
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: FORTY ONEASHLEY'S P.O.VMy world tilted off its balance. “Proof?” I muttered incredulously, my shoulder shook with a laugh. “Oh, please, Genevieve, tell me this is one of your stunts?”Her eyes narrowed at me. Genevieve crossed and uncrossed her legs. “I've known for a long time now Ashley. Believe me when I tell you that Kellan Langston has been cheating on you.”Something simmered under my skin, erupted from my veins, and burst to the surface. It was only when I was standing in front of Genevieve, with my heart beating rapidly, chest heaving, and red spots in my eyes, that I realized it was anger and something else... fear.“Do not lie about Kellan like that, you hear me?” I shouted, my fingers curled into fists by my side. “I know him. I've been with Kellan for eight years, and he has never, ever looked at another woman the way he looks at me.”She snorted and slowly pushed off the chair so we were standing face to face. Genevieve and I were about the same height, same build, only I had p
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: FORTYASHLEY'S P.O.VBeing heiress was more demanding and stressful than I could have imagined.Every day since I moved back into the Harrington manor felt like a test and I was yet to prove myself. This was everything I had run away from, yet I'm back, doing the same thing I swore I would never do.Being Genevieve's daughter.As long as we didn't bring up the past, we were mostly fine sharing the same space —and by space, I meant the office where we occupied till we had to retire for the night.I spent my hours reviewing piles and piles of documents, and all the family trees and history I had avoided years before. Also, we plotted out new directions for the family business, while Genevieve made sure I memorized the names and families within our class.Despite being sick, she did so much work and expected too many things from me. I could barely breathe under the weight of her expectations and her lectures, even my pregnancy didn’t give me any reprieve Not that I expected any.“Don’t forget
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: THIRTY NINEKELLAN'S P. O. VThere was no dress code. That was the first thing I noticed when I stepped out of my car. The Lancaster's mansion was grand, not surprising, Charles and I were similar, we preferred that kind of luxury that shouted. The type of wealth that dared you to question it.Vain? I know. But when you've lived as a poor boy who couldn't afford a suit for his own wedding, you'd tend to show offA heavy sigh found its way out of me as I took in the other guests, dressed in different shades of gold, navy, burgundy, and Ivory. Not a trace of emerald green anywhere.Except for me.And Poppy Lancaster.She was already on the front steps, her smile widened when my eyes landed on her, Poppy was dressed in an emerald green gown, her lips were painted red.Red. The colour Ashley was wearing when she shyly offered me a glass of fruit juice. All of a sudden, the person descending towards me wasn't Poppy Lancaster, but my Ashley, Her chocolate eyes shinning bright as she smiled at me.Hom
Last Updated: 2025-08-04
Chapter: THIRTY EIGHTASHLEY'S P O. VI had only ever been in Genevieve's office twice.Surprising right? Considering I grew up in this mansion, but that was the truth. This place was too sacred, too much of her's to be anyone else.The butler pushed the doors open“Your office, Ms Harrington,” he said in a professional voice.It took a minute to realize he was referring to me and not to my mother. I nodded absentmindedly, after being referred to as Mrs Langston for years, going back to my old name would take a while to stick I took in a deep breath, the office coming to life before me. So this was where Genevieve spent all her time when she was at home? Running the family business, going over accounts, and proposing deals.This was where she hid from being a mother to me.“It's yours now, Ashley,” Genevieve said softly from behind me “All of it is yours” I didn't turn to her as I took in the spacious office with a big flat screen TV, a circular modern desk, expensive carpet, and a tall bookshelf at the
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Chapter: THIRTY SEVEN KELLAN'S P. O. VI tapped on my screen. AgainHer name blinked to life: HomeA hysterical laugh choked in my throat. I had saved her contact as ‘Home’ because, despite everything, she was Home. The place of comfort, where I always wanted to be.The screen went dark again, and I tapped it again. When Ashley called last night, I had left my phone in our bedroom while I took some fresh air on the balcony.It was hard to breathe properly in there, where her presence was still deep in every inch and corner of our home. I had gone back and seen one missed call from Ashley.My heart nearly burst out of my chest, I should have called back, but I couldn't bring myself to. I hesitated, and that felt like giving upBecause I'm a fúcking coward. Because I couldn't bear to hear her say those words to me again, because I was running away from my feelings instead of facing them. Worst of all, I feared that the call had been a mistake.The screen went off again. I ran a hand over my stubble, I was al
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: Chapter 12YVONNE’S P.O.VMy body was something I had long stopped caring for.What was the use, anyway? When my father always made me feel worthless, when Edgar would always talk down to me, and point out my flaws‘I wish I had a son’‘A boy would have been more useful to me’‘Are all girl children always this dumb, or is it just you Yvonne?’‘For once in your life, you can finally be useful to me. Marry Edgar and prove your worth’ •‘Your teeth aren't white enough. Go to a dentist’‘Your hips are too broad. Fix it’‘Your right breast is bigger than your left, you should do a surgery’‘You are never wet for me and you don't moan properly, don't complain if I sleep with someone else’Those words from my father and Edgar used to ring in my head like a broken record without a pause button, but since Italy...since him, their voice quietened.The girl her father had looked down on and the woman her husband had looked down on were different from who was standing in front of this
Last Updated: 2025-08-07
Chapter: Chapter 11YVONNE’S P O V“A healing spa?” I asked, cautiously.Mr Voss undid his seatbelt as the driver parked in front of the spa. I undid mine as well, not quite believing this was where he meant us to beWe both stepped out of the carMy brow pinched, the late morning sun warm on my skin. ”Is this where we're meant to be, sir?”My eyes darted to the wooden sign that read the place's name. Terme d’Argento – Home of Exclusive Holistic Retreat.Mr Voss came over to my side, I could feel his eyes on me, looking at me the same way he was doing at the gazebo.My throat dried up. The way he looked at me sometimes...I know I shouldn't feel this way; he probably doesn't even see me past a timid employee, but still, I couldn't help the way my toes curled or the way my breathing stalled whenever he glanced my way.That moment at the gazebo was the best and worst, because for one moment, I had thought the look in his eyes was admiration, or maybe even more—Desire?But during our drive here, I just reali
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: Chapter 10CLAYTON'S P.O.V“I'll be waiting for you at the gazebo,” I said and softly clicked the door shut I stood outside her room for another minute or two, listening to the soft rustling as she likely scrambled to pull herself together. It made my chest tighten. AgainThe way she cried and kept apologizing, I was ready to pull the door down if she hadn't opened it.It wasn't just embarrassment—even though she had no reason to be.Her tears were born from years of breaking; it was the kind that came from someone who was chastised too much, who had been made to believe that they were small and insignificant.I recognized that kind of broken. I had lived like that before...before she came into my life and filled it with rays of sunshine.Now years have passed, and our places are reversed. I fisted my hands by my side, my jaw tightening as I difWhat the hell had they done to her?The Yvonne I knew was bold, and cheerful, with the brightest of smiles that can chase away the darkest clouds.Thi
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Chapter: Chapter 9YVONNE'S P O VSlam.“Holy flying fish brains, Yvonne!” I slapped a hand over my mouth, my eyes as wide as saucers. “Yvonne” Mr Voss called softly from behind the door.I slammed the door in his face. My very rich, very powerful, very Capable to fire me by the end of today bossA sob slipped out from me but it was muffled by the hand over my mouth “Yvonne” Mr Voos called again, softer than the first time. The sound of his voice suggested he was leaning close to the door.I forced myself to speak. “Sir”Somebody kill me now and slowly too, I deserve it. How can I be making mess after mess all the time? It's been barely three days and I've managed to earn myself a lifetime of shame and humiliation.Tears welled up in my eyes. How do I explain his photo on my laptop? How do I explain slamming the door into his face?“Yvonne are you alright?” He asked, his voice rising with something like worry.I shook my head, opening my mouth to speak but my throat was clogged. I couldn't get any wor
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Chapter: Chapter 8YVONNE'S P. O. V I was lying face down, my alarm buzzed, and with a groan, I reached the bedside stand to turn it off.A few seconds passed “Get up, Yvonne,” I murmured into the soft pillows, but made no attempt to move. I couldn't, not while I was still wallowing in shame from last night.“Really? We should go to bed? That was what I could come up with?”I hit my hands and legs repeatedly on the bed, how had I made such a fool of myself in front of the CEO? At first, it was crying in his arms, now this, what must Mr Voss be thinking of me? “He's probably reconsidering his decision to make me his Executive officer,” I mumbled. Most times, I spoke to myself. A lot. In the shower, while I'm thinking or going grocery running, sitting in front of the mirror. Edgar had told me that I needed to visit an asylum, but I shrugged it off.It was a coping mechanism for growing up alone and somewhat unloved, not a mental problem that needed fixing Slowly, I sat up. Sunglight spilled into my
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: Chapter 7YVONNE'S P. O. V It felt like a dream. Not only had I become the CEO’s Executive Personal Officer overnight, but I was also on an all-expenses-paid trip to Italy. And he had made it happen in a flash. Granted a lot was going on in my life right now. I had called Edgar, texted him, but I wasn't getting any response, and I was...worried. This wasn't Edgar, and I had a funny feeling about his sudden disappearance, but what conflicted me more, was him. Mr Voss. What did he mean by two weeks for us? And why did my body react in strange ways? I shoved my questions aside as the jet touched ground. I had gone back to working during the flight, all the while painfully aware of the man sitting beside me. His scent of something woody and husky and luxurious, the way his body filled the seat with dominance, and the memory of how safe I was in his arms. It was difficult to think clearly with Mr Voss in my space. Thankfully, he didn't discuss that night or Edgar, and I didn't ask why he ha
Last Updated: 2025-07-07
The Devil's Little Angel
Running from hell, and towards the devil.
Having caught her betrothed and her stepmother in an unforgivable act, Calista runs away into the arms of a stranger-Roman Cappellucci, the cold, calculating, and dangerous mafia boss of Chicago. Roman has worked his way to the top of the criminal underworld with brutality.
He proposes a deal: marry him, and he'll protect her. No feelings. No questions. Just safety in exchange for her obedience.
But safety has its price
It's supposed to be simple, a marriage of convenience for her protection. And don't they say the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know?
Things take a twisted, darker turn when Roman's truest nature begins to unfold. He is not the savior she thinks he is; he is the devil that would set the world ablaze for her sake. The abyss she wants to drown in even though he is ruthless and emotionless.
Yet with every passing day, Calista begins to chip away at the ice around Romano's heart. And despite every warning in her head, she finds herself drawn to him—not out of fear, but fascination.
Her protector
Her obsession
Her every, darkest fantasy.
Because the devil didn’t just save her.
He claimed her.
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Chapter: Chapter 67CALISTA'S P. O. VI stood under the shower like it could wash away the blood from my skin. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Matteo's maggot-covered corpse beneath me. His eyes, or the place that used to be his eyes, were empty, bleeding, and hollow from where I had stabbed him over and over“I killed a man” I whispered, barely hearing myself over the hiss of the water. “Calista, you killed a man”Ten days ago.It's been ten whole days since I killed Matteo. I'm not myself anymore; I don't recognize the reflection in the shower glass. I'm different.Steam curled around me, wrapping my skin while the hot water ran in rivulets down my back, over my wrists, my thighs, places where I still felt dirty no matter how many times I scrubbed, no matter how many times I bathed.I hadn't cried since Roman brought me home. I wished I could cry, I wished I could scream my pain and let it all out, but they were locked deeply inside of me, and they were rotting.My fingers worked mechanically, spr
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Chapter: Chapter 66ROMAN’S POVThe jet touched ground.Toledo.I didn't speak as Riccardo drove against speed limits. Justin had tracked down where they were keeping Calista.My jaw cracked as we rounded into the building. My gun was drawn. Alberto was here with me too, with fire in his eyes. The moment I stepped out of my study and into the garage, everything clicked.Too many things had happened today. Joel showing up at the exact time I was supposed to return home with Calista, Declan, and the stash that Lucas found, and Valentina's grave.The only reason why so much things could happen at once was if someone wanted to distract me. Trap. It was a fúcking trap to get me to stay in Chicago while Callie was here in Ohio.Red and black spots of rage tainted my vision. I made such a big mistake by leaving her in Toledo with Joel. I should have been more careful. Fúck it. I should never have left her alone.I cócked my gun. Alberto and I stepped out of the car at the same time. Joel's safehouse was wher
Last Updated: 2025-07-11
Chapter: Chapter 65Trigger Warning: This chapter contains scenes of physical violence, graphic content, and gore. Reader discretion is advised.CALISTA'S P. O. VThey cleaned me up By ‘they’ I meant two women, I didn't know their names, nor did I care to know. Matteo and Joel didn't bind me before throwing me into what looked like the master bedroom of Joel's so-called safe house, but I wasn't stupid enough to make an escape attempt now.They're watching me, so I have to be smart.My heart hammered in my chest as one of the women poured shampoo into my hair. I was less worried about why strange people were cleaning me up, but more about how to get out safely, before Matteo could do any disgusting thing to me.“Sit still” one of the women snapped with a frown. I was seated in a tub while they washed my arms. I didn't pay her any attention, even when they both started grumbling about my discomfort.My pulse was racing. I knew we were still in Toledo, so the chances that I could get to Aunt Lena before Ro
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Chapter: Chapter 64CALISTA'S P.O.VI stared back into his wicked eyes. All the hate and anger and pain that he had inflicted on me were bubbling hot in my veins.“You.” I gritted out through clenched teeth. All aching muscles were forgotten.His smile stretched wider. “Yes, baby. Me, your rightful husband.”The words twisted my stomach like poison. I could never see myself as his wife, not after experiencing liberation, not after being with a man who made me whole.“Fuck you, Matteo” I spat, eyeing him. Matteo's eyes hardened, and he lunged towards me and gripped my jaw tightly. I didn't flinch, even though pain racked through my body, I didn't give Matteo Orsini the satisfaction. “You will obey me” He sneered. “You will be my obedient cúnt and whore yourself to me the way you did with Cappellucci.” I breathed hard. “You will never be half the man Roman is” I mocked, taking reprieve in the way his body went rigid.Behind us, Joel whistled. “Ah, a girl in love, just her father ‘loved’ my mother.”Tear
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Chapter 63ROMAN'S P. O. VTomorrow night was far away.So far, it's been five hours since I left Ohio. I stared out my office window, not seeing anything but my wife's face.Tomorrow night was too far away. I wouldn't be able to wait that long.Alberto had gone to see Lilian, so it was just me in my study, alone, with nothing but the memory of her skin on mine, her taste still on my tongue. I closed my eyes, a sigh leaving my lips before I could stop it. Just hours ago, I had confessed my feelings to her, she should have been here with me, but Joel Silas fúcking Junior just had to show up. My hands balled into a fist by my side, I strode over to my desk and picked up my cell, then for what should be the tenth time in three hours, I called Anito. I would never leave Calista unprotected, but I didn't want to suffocate her, so I told Anito and three other men of his to watch the building discreetly.His phone rang once, Anito answered. “Boss?”“Status” I ordered flatly. “No activity, sir,” An
Last Updated: 2025-07-07
Chapter: Chapter 62CALISTA'S P. O. VCrack. The sound echoed around the room, louder than my beating heart. Hope spread its wings inside me, giving me a sudden surge of strength. I hit the wall again, recoiling back slightly, but the impact left a dent. My heart hanged in my throat. “Please. Please. Please." I begged, I didn't know who or what exactly I was begging, only that the plea couldn't stop slipping out of my mouth. “Please,” I whispered, my eyes were hazy, and pain shot from my hand up to my shoulder with every swing. “Just break.” I swung again, harder. The crack of wood on the wall echoed through the room. Dust fell, and I shielded my eyes with my hand. When the dirt settled, I looked closer at the wall, and a flake of plaster had fallen away. Plaster. It wasn't solid after all “Oh God,” I breathed. Without any hesitation, I swung again, harder, faster, more determined. Dust fell from the ceiling, only now did I notice something layering the odd smell of the room, damp and mold, lik
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
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