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Frying pan to fire ?

Autor: K.B
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-03-31 14:48:12

ELENA’s POV

The sound of the front door slamming at 5:00 AM was the most beautiful thing I had heard in ten years.

I stood by the window, watching the tail lights of Mark’s car disappear down the driveway. He was gone.

For two weeks, I wouldn't have to smell his stale scotch. I wouldn't have to hear him brag about his achievements. I wouldn't have to watch him eye every woman who walked past us.

I leaned my forehead against the cool glass and let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding sin
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    ELENA’s POV The morning air felt heavy, like it was pressing down on my chest. I woke up with that familiar, sharp feeling in my stomach. I barely made it to the bathroom, clutching my stomach as the world tilted sideways. I leaned over the sink, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I rinsed my mouth and looked at myself in the mirror. My face looked thinner than usual. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to keep doing this.Probably till my belly bump shows. I stumbled back into the bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. I crawled back under the heavy blankets, hoping to disappear, but the bed shifted. Mark was already awake. He turned toward me, his hand reaching out to touch my arm. "Elena?" he asked, his voice sounding deeper and more alert than usual. "You were in the bathroom for a long time. You’ve been sick every morning this week. Are you okay?"I froze. I didn't want him to look at me, and I certainly didn't want him to think about why I was sick. I forced a sm

  • PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE    Trojan Horse

    ELENA’s POV The sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway was the loudest thing I had ever heard. I stood by the large window in the living room, my fingers pulling back the heavy curtain just enough to see out. A sleek black sedan, darker than a moonless night, came to a stop in front of the steps. This wasn't a company car from Vane Holdings. It had to be a car provided by whoever was working with Mark now. The door opened, and Mark stepped out. I caught my breath. He looked different. He was thinner, his expensive suit hanging slightly loose on his frame. His face was pale and tired, with dark circles under his eyes that spoke of sleepless nights in Singapore. But it was his eyes that truly frightened me. They weren't the eyes of the man I had married. They were filled with a sharp, dangerous energy, the kind of look someone had when they were ready to bite after being pushed into a corner. I dropped the curtain and moved to the center of the room. My heart was a frant

  • PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE    Facade

    When I pulled the car into the driveway of the estate, my heart stopped. A large moving truck was backed up to the front door of the guest house. Men in grey uniforms were carrying boxes and furniture out of the building. My mind raced. He’s leaving. Julian is actually leaving.I felt a rush of relief so strong it made me dizzy. If Julian was gone, I only had to face Mark. And Mark, for all his faults, was a man I knew how to handle. Julian was a mystery that terrified me.I saw Julian’s personal assistant, Simon, standing by the truck with a clipboard. He was checking off items as they were loaded. I ran up to him, my breath coming in short gasps.“Simon! What is this?" I asked, gesturing to the truck. "Is Mr. Vane moving out?"Simon looked at me with a blank, professional face. "Yes, Mrs. Montgomery. Mr. Vane felt it was time to return to his penthouse in the city. He didn't want his presence here to cause any confusion once your husband returns."“So he's really going? He's taki

  • PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE    A getaway plan

    The glass walls of the Vane Holdings headquarters overlooked the entire city, but Julian Vane wasn't looking at the view. He was staring at a digital map of the Pacific Ocean on his desk monitor. A small glowing dot was moving steadily toward the coastline. His head of security, Marcus, stood stiffly in front of the desk. He looked uneasy. "Sir, the Visser Group’s private jet has cleared international airspace. Mark Montgomery is on board. He’s not coming back quietly. Our sources in Singapore say Visser gave him a legal team and a specialized encrypted phone. They are targeting our main servers." Julian leaned back in his leather chair. He didn't look worried. He looked bored. He picked up a crystal glass of water and took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Visser is predictable," Julian said, his voice cold and smooth. "He must be happy with the knowledge that he found a weapon in Mark. He thinks he can use a broken man to steal my encryption keys. It’s almost sad

  • PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE    Turn in tide

    The air in the private club in Singapore was heavy with the smell of expensive cigars. Mark Montgomery sat in a deep leather chair, his hands shaking as he held a glass of water. Across from him sat Mr. Chen and a tall, older man with grey hair and a sharp suit. His name was Mr. Visser.Mr. Visser tapped a thick folder on the table between them."You look terrible, Mister Mark," Mr. Visser said. His voice was smooth. "I hear your cards stopped working at the club an hour ago. That must have been a shock."Mark swallowed hard. "I’m sure it was just a technical issue.”Visser paused as he let out a chuckle. “You must be either stupid or just a very funny money.” He said as he continued laughing as his lackeys joined in.Mark pulled a fake smile too confused by what was going on.“Your hotel suddenly kicking you out is a technical issue too?.” Mark kept silent. He actually didn’t have an answer for that. Earlier, he had gotten a message from his hotel citing his stay has been cancelle

  • PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE    Access denied

    ELENA’s POV The three days following the spa incident were a blur of fake smiles that I was getting tired of. To Eleanor, I acted like the perfect wife who was waiting idly for her husband to come back home. I dressed how she liked, I sat with her in the garden and listened to stories about Mark’s childhood. I even nodded when she said Mark was the most hardworking man in the city.But every time I went to the bathroom or the kitchen, I was texting Julian. I sent him everything. I gave him the account numbers for Mark’s private savings. I told him the passwords to our shared laptop. I even told him about the offshore account Mark’s father had left him. I was handing Julian the keys to Mark’s destruction, one text at a time.I wasn't doing it just for revenge. Chloe had met me in secret near the park yesterday."It’s open," Chloe had whispered, handing me a small, plain white envelope. "A private bank account. No connection to your name, no connection to the Vane estate. I’ve alrea

  • PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE    Spa date and more

    ELENA’s POV The morning light was too bright. It hit the white walls of the breakfast nook like a spotlight, making my head ache. I sat across from Eleanor, who was slowly cutting a piece of dry toast into perfect, tiny squares. She hadn't said a word to me since she sat down, but the way she cl

  • PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE    A Plan

    JULIAN’s POV The guest house was quiet, lit only by the amber glow of a single desk lamp. Julian sat in a heavy leather chair, staring out the window at the main house. From here, he could see the light in Elena’s bedroom window. He watched her silhouette move behind the curtain until the light f

  • PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE    Dangerous games

    ELENA’s POV The house felt like a pressure cooker. Eleanor hadn't stopped pacing since she saw Julian in the garden. I sat on the sofa in the living room, my hands buried in my lap, while Eleanor stood by the window with her phone pressed to her ear. She had called Mark in Singapore, and she wasn

  • PREGNANT BY MY HUSBAND’S RIVAL: THE BILLIONAIRE'S REVENGE    The great deception

    ELENA’s POV Panic is a cold thing. It makes your brain run in circles.As soon as the sun came up the next morning, I was a wreck. I was running through the house, trying to hide the evidence of Julian’s existence. I hid his expensive scotch. I hid the black shopping bags from the boutique. "Juli

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