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Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 24: Don't Go Digging.
Delilah POV I stomped through the entire building like a woman out fot blood. I couldn't get the image of the bloody hickeys all over my freaking neck! My skin still burned, my neck littered with angry red hickeys that peeked past the stiff collar of my blouse. Perfect. A goddamn board meeting and I looked like I just got mauled by a vampire in heat. Where the hell was Thorne? He better not disappear this fucking time. I threw open doors, ignored startled employees, and kept moving until the faint sound of cutlery clinking reached my ears. The executive lounge. Of course. I burst in and there he was—sprawled out like some smug prince of chaos, devouring eggs like the world hadn’t tilted an hour ago when he put his damn mouth on me. My glare could’ve set the room on fire. He didn’t even flinch as he just kept chewing, barely acknowledging my fiery presence. I marched up to him, fists clenched. “You arrogant, territorial bastard,” I seethed, my voice low but vibrat
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 23: Dirty Secrets
Cheryse's POV My hands trembled as I stirred the tomato sauce, the wooden spoon clattering slightly against the pot. I bit my lip, trying to force a smile into place—I always looked better when I smiled—and reached for the chopping board to slice the parsley.But my mind wouldn’t shut up.He looked different.So fúcking detached, as if he was second-guessing everything, which shouldn't be happening. He’d kissed me. Carried me. Held me like I mattered. That had to mean something, right?Right?Then why did it feel like he wasn’t really there?Three years. Three damn years of my life I had given him—wasted on secret phone calls, hiding from paparazzi, being the woman in the dark. And then finally… I won. Delilah left, the divorce came, and Caleb came back to me. Three years ago, months after his marriage,he chased me down. He said he should’ve never let me go back in college and that he married Delilah because of his father. That it was all arranged. That he didn't want her– but me.
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 22: Both Of Them.
Caleb POV:I didn't love her. I didn't fucking love her. Me? Love Delilah? No way! Our marriage was simply one of convenience. My dad had assured me that I could divorce her once she gives birth. But she only got pregnant three years later. I spun around, jaw clenched. “You don’t get to talk about love. You don’t even know what the word means.”“You remember what you said, right?” she whispered, tracing circles on my chest. “When we first started sneaking around… You promised you'd marry me if you ever left her.”I exhaled hard, tension riding my spine like chains.She looked up at me with puppy eyes and fake vulnerability. “You said you were going to give me everything she took for granted.”I nodded slightly, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Yeah,” I muttered, “I remember.”And I did.I remembered the exact moment. I was drunk on resentment, high on revenge sex, whispering false promises in the backseat of my Bentley while Delilah slept alone in our cold mansion. I was so angry t
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 21: Angry.
Caleb's POV:The car rolled to a stop at my house. Finally, I was out of jail. Fuck whoever laughed at my downfall, fuck the media. Caleb Weston was back.The press had mostly been silenced—thanks to my father pulling strings no mortal should have—but a few gutter blogs still dared to leak headlines: Fraud Prince Returns, Weston Heir or Weston Scandal? They couldn’t print the truth, but they could whisper it like poison.I adjusted my cuffs as I stepped out of the blacked-out SUV, boots crunching against the gravel that led to the Weston estate. I was supposed to feel relieved.But instead, my headache throbbed like a war drum.Then I spotted Maxwell outside. He was covered with mud, shrieking with joy as he charged across the front lawn.“DADDY!!”My two-year-old son launched at me like a missile of pure chaos. His shirt was inside out, there were grass stains on his knees, and a leaf—an actual leaf—was stuck in his hair. I blinked in disbelief as his tiny arms wrapped around my legs
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 20: Fucking Hickeys.
Delilah’s POVI stared at the message a moment longer before deleting it. No way in hell. I'm not doing this with him. There's no hesitation anymore. Caleb is past and that's what he'll ever be. My thumb hovered over the block button. I didn’t blink as I blocked him. My heart was still thumping like it was trying to leap out of my chest, I set the phone down and leaned back into the velvet couch. “Absolutely not,” I muttered under my breath. “He must think I’m stupid, high, or hypnotized.”No way in hell.He doesn’t get to pop up like some wounded soul after throwing me into the fire and acting like he didn’t strike the match himself. I ran my hand through my hair, already pissed.I dropped my hands on the table and unfortunately, knocked over my damn coffee.“Shit—!” I gritted as the cold liquid splashed across my lap, soaking the sleek nude-toned satin of my dress. Damn, why do so I have to be clumsy right now?I jumped to my feet, cursing, the coffee already staining. “God, can I
Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother 19: Tempted To See Him
Delilah’s POVTHE NEXT DAY…I was going to throw up.Okay, maybe not actually, but the way my stomach was twisting as the car pulled up to Aetherion Tower? Yeah. Vomit wasn’t off the table.The building loomed above me like a monument to power. Sleek. Cold. Silver and black glass stretching into the sky like it wanted to touch the heavens.The logo gleamed at the top—an abstract A woven into an ouroboros. Endless power. Endless reach!!!My name was on the ownership documents.Me.Delilah fucking Weston! Damn!“I can’t breathe,” I whispered.Beside me, Naomi flipped down the sun visor, touched up her lip gloss, and rolled her eyes. “Girl. You’re about to walk into the most powerful company in America, with a black card, a title, and a fine-ass man who’d burn buildings just to make sure you got the last slice of cheesecake. Breathe.”I laughed—nervously, obviously. Thank goodness she’s here. I’d probably forget how to breathe without my emotional support bestie. After the overwhelming we
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