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GABRIELLA

Author: Zeebah
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-09 17:51:37

Chapter 7

The sting.

The sharp sound of a slap.

My father’s ring left a mark that day, right below my cheekbone.

I still remember the way he looked at me afterward.

Cold.

“You’re not my daughter,” he had said.

No shouting. No pleading. Just... silence.

From the corner of my eye, I saw them.

Rebecca. Kian.

Standing just behind him silent, composed, watching.

Rebecca with her smug little smirk barely hidden behind false sympathy.

Kian with that familiar blankness on his face, the kind he wore when he didn’t want to get his hands dirty.

What had they told him?

I blinked, clearing my head,as Audrey’s soft voice reached me.

“You okay?” she asked gently, sitting beside me.

I nodded, even though I wasn’t.

For three long days, Audrey had been my everything.

She barely left my side. Cooked even when I couldn’t eat, held me while I cried.

Each night, I lay curled on her couch, staring at the ceiling as Kian’s voice echoed in my head, cold and final as he ended our marriage.

But it was Audrey’s
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  • Ex-Wife’s Revenge   Gabriella

    Chapter 14Gabriella “What!!” I choked on my food, coughing hard and embarrassingly. My chest burned as my eyes watered. People were starting to look. A waitress began walking toward us, but Bastian waved her off. He was by my side in a flash, hand on my back. “Breathe, Gabriella. Breathe.” I sucked in long breaths, gulping down the water he handed me. Finally, after calming down, I heard him say— “Breathe, baby.” Loud enough for the next table to hear. What?! Baby? Did I hear that right? My brain must’ve lost oxygen. Maybe I was hallucinating. He leaned in, whispering, “Calm down,” as he gently stroked my back. The coughing stopped, but my heart wouldn’t settle. It beat like I had run a marathon. He returned to his seat, eyes locked on mine. There was humor in them, humor I couldn’t afford to entertain. “Does the thought of me and you scare you that much... that you’d rather choke to death?” He chuckled low, and God... the way it rumbled made my stomach twist. “This is no

  • Ex-Wife’s Revenge   Gabriella

    Chapter 13GabriellaFortunately, and a smart move on his part, Bastian’s right-hand man agreed to the meeting before my assistant even had to speak.By evening, I was walking into a small, hidden restaurant tucked in the middle of nowhere. One of those exclusive places only the rich seemed to know about. It was low-lit, stylish, private. I rolled my eyes. Dramatic much? But I couldn’t lie—smart. The last thing either of us needed was more attention. I'd already spent the day dodging paparazzi, practically living under a scarf.As I walked in, I spotted him instantly—Bastian. Sitting there, looking calm, but that jaw of his was tense. Pissed. Still handsome though.I took a seat, and he reached across the table, gently taking my hand like this was some damn date.“I’m glad you could make it,” he said, eyes trailing over my face. “You can take off the scarf. It’s safe here.”The waiter appeared with wine and poured it into my glass. He handed me a menu.“What would you like?”“I’m not

  • Ex-Wife’s Revenge   GABRIELLA

    Chapter 12 I loved the way he looked like he was about to have a panic attack. Like the walls were closing in. Like he couldn’t figure out what was happening fast enough to save face. He glanced between me and his poor assistant like he was calculating damage control. The assistant, Erin, I think—was shaking beside him. “I tried to tell you, sir,” Erin stammered, voice breaking. “You said it didn’t matter.” Kian’s jaw clenched. “You—” he turned back to me, eyes wild. “You whore. You don’t belong here!” His voice echoed across the boardroom. Then he spun to the board members like they owed him an explanation. “How did you let this happen?! She can’t be—this is a joke!” “Mr. Rhys.” One of the board members, a heavy-set man in a gray tie, finally cut in. “Please, compose yourself. This is a shareholders’ meeting, not a circus.” And just like that, Kian sank into his chair. Still. Rigid. That arrogant mask cracking piece by piece as the room watched. I took my time standing. “My

  • Ex-Wife’s Revenge   KIAN

    Chapter 11Of course, I heard the news.It was everywhere.My wife—Fuck! Even saying that out loud sounded strange.My wife was back.But not just back.Back and making headlines.I cursed Alfred under my breath.Stupid old man. How do you let a mere girl walk in and take your company out from under you?And the worst part? He didn’t even know it was her.I scoffed, shifting in bed, my arm draped over the blonde passed out beside me. The stench of cheap perfume lingered, sticky and sour.I’ve always been careful. Always.My company was solid. No weak points. No gaps in control. I'd never let anyone blindside me like Alfred just had.I was mid-thought when she stirred beside me, her fingers trailing across my chest.Pathetic.“Don’t touch me,” I barked, swatting her hand away. “Get out.”She blinked, confused. “What? Why—”“Get. Out.” My voice dropped lower, bitter.“You’re just another desperate whore looking for a rich man to cling to,” I growled.She scrambled, throwing on last nig

  • Ex-Wife’s Revenge   GABRIELLA

    Chapter 10“Touchdown,” I whispered as the wheels hit the tarmac.Theo sat up straight beside me, eyes glued to the window. “We’re in New York, mama?”“We are, baby.”He leaned closer, fogging the glass with his breath. “It’s so big.”“Yeah,” I murmured. “It always was.”The airport was crowded, loud as usual.“Don’t let go of my hand, okay?” I said.He nodded, clutching my hand tightly, his eyes wide as we stepped through the automatic doors at JFK.“Where’s Aunt Audrey?” he asked, tugging gently on my coat.“Right there,” I whispered, spotting her just past the crowd.And God,Audrey.She stood near the black car with tinted windows, one hand on her hip, her other holding her phone. Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement as she walked toward us,“You look like power,” I said as she reached us.She smiled, lowering her sunglasses. “That’s because I was dressed by the devil herself.”Theo ran into her arms.“Aunt Audrey!” he squealed.She picked him up like he weighed nothing.

  • Ex-Wife’s Revenge   GABRIELLA

    Chapter 9The scent of espresso mingled with fabric glue and silk in the air of my Parisian studio, my sanctuary. Sunlight spilled through the wide windows, casting shadows over bolts of velvet and sketches pinned to corkboards. I stood behind the main worktable, carefully stitching the final crystal embellishments onto a custom evening gown for Crown Princess Alina of Lichtenberg. A statement piece. Timeless. Ruthless. Just like the woman wearing it.And just like the woman creating it.My phone buzzed beside the sewing machine. I wiped my hands on a cloth before picking it up.Audrey:Your father’s company just received a massive anonymous loan. New investor, supposedly. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that… would you? A slow smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I set the phone down. My reflection in the glass showed the same calm mask I wore every day, but beneath it, a fire burned.They had no idea the investor they were bragging about was me.Or at least, the name

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