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Chapter Six:- A poisoned love letter
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Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge Chapter Six:- A poisoned love letter
Evelyn povI dressed up for work and took one of Damien’s cars, the one with mirror tint. I was meeting Sophia at a café near the estate.She was already waiting when I walked in. We hugged tight.“Look at you,” she teased. “Rolling up in Damien’s car like a mafia wife. Should I start calling you Mrs. Power-Trip now?”“Shut up,” I said, laughing as I slid into the seat across from her. “It was just parked there. Convenient.”She raised a brow. “Convenient, my ass. You love the drama. Admit it.”I stirred my coffee with unnecessary focus. “Drama follows me. I don’t chase it.”“Uh-huh.” Sophia leaned closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. “So? How was day one and two with the infamous Mr. Damien? Give me the tea, Evie. No holding back.”“Don’t get me started.” I sank into the chair.Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I’m already started. Spill.”I leaned in, lowering my voice. “You won’t believe what happened this morning.”She grinned. “Try me.”“I made him breakfast.”Her jaw dropped. “You cooked?
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Evelyn woke up in her own room, because of course she didn’t sleep in Damien’s. Sharing a bed with that man? She’d rather hug a cactus.She stretched lazily, slipped into her robe, and headed downstairs. By the time she reached the kitchen, the air was already alive with the sounds of clinking pans and murmuring maids.Mrs. Davies, the head maid, was giving her usual morning sermon to a nervous junior.“Remember, no salt. Mr. Damien prefers to season his food himself. The eggs soft, the toast lightly done, the coffee black—”Evelyn leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes glinting. Breakfast without salt? How boring.Evelyn walked in the kitchen, arms folded, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “My, my. You all know his taste buds better than his wife does.”The maids froze. Mrs. Davies turned slowly, eyes widening when she saw Evelyn.“I’ll be handling breakfast today,” Evelyn announced, stepping forward like a queen claiming her throne.The maids exchanged nervous glances. Mr
Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge Chapter four:- Worst nightmare
Somewhere in the City – A Small BarThe dim yellow lights flickered against the cracked walls of a dingy bar. At the far corner, a man lounged with careless arrogance, his chair tipped back, a glass of whiskey sweating on the table. His phone screen glowed in the low light, and a slow, wicked chuckle rolled from his throat. Heads turned. He didn’t care.He looked like a man who had just found something dangerous—something worth burning the world for.“Damien’s worst nightmare is back,” Allen murmured, the corners of his lips curling as if savoring the words.Across from him, his assistant Reo slipped into the seat, eyes wary. Allen’s chuckle swelled into laughter, dark and unrestrained.“Reo…” he said, not lifting his gaze from the phone. “I love what I’m seeing. I love the way things are turning. It’s like heaven itself is playing on my side.”Reo tilted his head, waiting.Allen’s grin sharpened. “Arrange a meeting with her. You know what they say—an enemy’s enemy is a friend. Imagin
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Blackthorne MansionThe sleek black car slid to a stop at the towering gates of Blackthorne Mansion. When the door opened, Evelyn stepped out like she owned the world. A short black dress clung to her curves, her cleavage unapologetically on display. One hand scrolled lazily through her phone while the other brushed a strand of hair away from her face.Her lips—painted the shade of fresh blood—curved into a slow smile as the headline flashed across her screen:“Evelyn Lockwood crashes Damien Blackthorne’s party with a marriage contract.”“Beautiful chaos,” she murmured, pleased with herself.Two guards moved forward at once, lifting her designer luggage with practiced obedience. Evelyn barely spared them a glance. She strolled past the grand golden doors she once called home. The walls gleamed with the same gaudy trims, the antique chandelier dripped with light exactly as before, and the familiar scent of roses greeted her from the entrance.“Tsk. Same old, boring taste,” she muttered
Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge CHAPTER TWO- Signed Into War
Damien Blackthorne stood frozen. For a long second his body betrayed him: throat tight, hands numb. He stayed planted on that stage, cameras flashing like tiny suns, guests whispering into the hush, and in the middle of it all was the woman who had once been the center of his world.Evelyn.Five years. Five years since she vanished without a single explanation. Now she stood before him, alive, breathing, holding a marriage contract with the same sharp smile he had once mistaken for love.“Darling,” she said, gliding her voice across the stunned crowd, “I heard you are a man of time. Would you really make a beautiful woman like me wait and risk your perfect reputation?”Her red gown fell around her in a blaze. Every step she took felt to Damien like a blade being turned into his chest.“So,” she tilted her head, the motion casual and lethal, “what do you say, Damien Blackthorne? Do you dare sign the document?”He said nothing. Not immediately.Colt, his right hand, hovered at his side,
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The Blackthorne gala didn’t feel like a party. It felt like a crown waiting to drop. The air was heavy with money and ambition. Men stood in quiet knots, trading looks like stock tips. Women glittered like diamonds under glass, every smile sharp, every move measured. Tonight wasn’t about love. It was about power.The ballroom sat at the top of Blackthorne Tower, seventy-five stories above Chicago. Floor-to-ceiling windows turned the city into a map of lights, but no one cared. All eyes were on Damien Blackthorne, the man who could change lives with a single name. Tonight, he would choose a bride. And everyone in the room wanted to watch history bend.The band played low, soft enough to let whispers run free. Rumors jumped from lip to lip.“I hear it’s Elise. The senator’s daughter.”“No. Too soft. He’ll pick Vivian. She’s brutal enough to hold her ground.”“They say he already knows. This whole show is just for us.”Damien stood near the center of it all, tall, still, unreadable. He w
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