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Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Il serpente
Isla The second I opened that encrypted file, my screen exploded with intel. Names, dates, locations - but not a single damn photo. Just one name staring back at me like a death warrant: Don Salvatore Mancini. AKA "Il Serpente." The fucking Snake. I leaned in closer. No pictures. Ever. The guy was a ghost. Every photographer who tried ended up missing. Cameras malfunctioned around him. Zero digital footprint. The man didn't exist - except he very much did. Half Italian, half Spanish. Mom was some legendary Spanish beauty. Dad? An Italian mobster who mysteriously vanished when Salvatore took over. Real original story there. Kept scrolling. 200+ confirmed kills (probably triple that). Ran the biggest cartel this side of the equator. Dudes worshipped him like a god. Women literally fought to have his babies. Rivals? They didn't stay rivals long. Then - ping. Kali. "Office tomorrow. Gear ready. Guns waiting." I sent back a simple "k" and tossed the la
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Masquerade ball
Isla Kali handed me the gear bag, but her fingers didn’t let go right away. They hovered over mine a beat too long—warm, deliberate, like she was trying to say something without moving her lips. The air turned thick in an instant. Her palm brushed the back of my hand, feather-light, but it set my nerves on edge. I blinked, forced a smile, and did what I do best—shattered the moment with a question sharp enough to slice through the tension. “How’s your girlfriend?” I asked, casually—too casually. She hesitated, jaw ticking. “We broke up.” I raised an eyebrow. “That fast?” “It wasn’t serious,” she muttered, brushing it off like lint on her sleeve. “We ended things on good terms.” Sure… I nodded slowly, the weight of her stare still on my skin. “Alright.” And with that, I walked out, the silence between us still echoing in my chest. When I got home, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The cottage’s quiet wrapped around me like an old friend. I lock
Last Updated : 2025-04-09Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Jealousy jealousy
ROLINWe moved together on the dance floor, but this wasn't romance. Wasn't war either. That dangerous middle ground where we always seemed to land - close enough to draw blood, too far to ever really touch.The ghost of our last fight still hung between us. I could almost taste the whiskey from when I'd thrown my glass against the wall when she left. But we'd always been better at silence than apologies.Her lips brushed my jaw. "Need air." Like I wasn't already choking on whatever this was between us.I should've held on tighter. Didn't. My fingers trailed after hers for one stolen second - long enough to memorize the way her hand fit against mine. Then she was walking away, that silver dress clinging to every curve, the mask making her a stranger. I watched. Always watched when she wasn't looking. She still moved like she had back on base - all coiled violence and fuck-you grace. That walk that made men think "prey" right before she put a bullet between their eyes. Some t
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Real or fake
Isla We stepped out of the room, the muffled chaos growing louder with every stride toward the ballroom. Voices buzzed like angry wasps. Whispers darted through the air, sharp and curious. As we pushed closer, my eyes caught them—Alex and Jane—standing dead center like two badly written plot twists. Jane clutched one of those masquerade masks-on-a-stick, more for flair than function, and in her other hand… a silver glass purse. Identical to mine. My brow lifted instinctively. Rolin kept walking, and I followed, letting the noise wash over me in pieces. “She copied the woman that came in with Chairman McCatty!” “That bag—look at it. Exactly the same.” “It’s fake. Has to be. That purse is exclusive. The designer LM said she only made one and it was for a special client, and it’s definitely not *Miss sleep with a married man.*” The words rolled out of the mouth of Loretta Monroe—socialite, certified gossip goblin, and known terror in luxury circles. She was pointing at Jane like
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Ceasefire
Isla The party died a quick death after that. Conversations cut off mid-sentence. Champagne glasses sat abandoned. Rolin's fingers slid between mine, guiding me through the gawking crowd like I might shatter if he moved too fast. Lucia's heels clicked behind us, eager as a puppy who'd just chewed up the curtains. "Chairman McCatty," he purred, "how'd I do?" Rolin gave a stiff nod, already turning away, when Lucia caught my wrist. "You," he said, eyes lighting up. "That bag was made for someone like you." I offered a tight smile. Lucia's gaze lingered too long, like he was trying to solve a puzzle. "My wife," Rolin bit out, sharp as a gunshot. Lucia's mouth fell open. Rolin didn't stick around for the fallout. He bundled me into the car with that old-world courtesy of his, slamming the door like a period at the end of a sentence. The ride home was the kind of quiet that makes your ears ring. Even the driver kept checking the rearview mirror like he was debatin
Last Updated : 2025-04-11Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Gran Gran
Isla Sleep didn't come easy that night. Rolin took his time in the bathroom, giving me space to curl up on my side and fake sleep. The lights dimmed. Water ran. Then the soft click of the door. I felt more than heard his quiet chuckle—that knowing sound that said he wasn't fooled. The mattress dipped as he slid in behind me. I stiffened. Didn't matter. His arm slipped around my waist, pulling me back against his bare chest like I was something precious. Something worth holding gently. I stopped breathing. His nose brushed my damp hair. "You smell like milk and almonds," he murmured. My stomach did something complicated. What even was this feeling? Before I could figure it out, exhaustion dragged me under. — The nightmare hit like a sucker punch. Concrete biting my knees. Shadows with glowing eyes. Hands everywhere, tearing at my clothes. My screams bouncing back at me, useless. Then the hospital. White walls. That nurse's pitying face. "The baby didn't make it
Last Updated : 2025-04-11Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Abigail
Isla Carlotta's gentle tap snapped me out of it. "Drew your bath, mi hija," she murmured, that warm smile of hers smoothing my edges. I managed a weak smile back. "Thanks." My body moved toward the bathroom on autopilot while my brain stayed stuck on one name: Abigail. The same Abigail from his past. The one his father kept shoving into his life. The hot bath did nothing to wash away the acid churning in my gut. I scrubbed my skin raw anyway. When I stepped out, Rolin was waiting like a damn statue in our room. "Same Abigail?" I asked, toweling my hair. "The one you—" "Yeah." His jaw flexed. "I'll handle it." "Mm." I yanked a sweater over my head. "Where's Gran?" "Carlotta's entertaining her in the lounge." The intercom buzzed before I could respond. Rolin answered, then turned with that infuriating calm. "They're here." My stomach dropped. And there she was. Abigail strutted in like she owned the place, wrapped in a red dress that left zero to
Last Updated : 2025-04-12Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Cuckold?
IslaI pulled on a pair of black pants—sleek, tailored—then the silver silk top. Yeah, silver again. At this point, it was basically my signature. Was it even a real color? Didn’t matter. It caught the light, made my skin glow, and gave me that don’t mess with me edge. Good enough. A few silver hoops, a thin bracelet, and my Louboutins clicked into place like armor locking into position. The mirror didn’t sugarcoat it—I looked expensive.Gran-Gran whistled when I stepped out, like I was some K-drama lead strutting off a runway. “Gran-Gran,” I groaned, my face heating up. “Seriously?” She cackled—the kind of laugh that meant trouble—and hooked her arm through mine. I could already feel the chaos brewing. Her cane tapped against the pavement as we walked, sharp and unyielding, just like her. The car was waiting. I helped her in, and with a quiet nod from the driver, we were off. The McCatty mall was all polished floors and overpriced serenity, the kind of place where the air
Last Updated : 2025-04-12
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Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Disguise
RolinJamie walked in like he always did—efficient, unbothered, a little too stiff for a guy in his twenties. “Chairman, do you need anything?”I didn’t answer him. I was too busy watching her.I moved toward the window, one slow step at a time, drawn by instinct more than curiosity. And there she was—Isla. My Butterfly. Slipping into Raymond’s car like she had a mission to complete and a war to win.Of course she did.Jamie joined me by the glass, brows pulling together in confusion. “Chairman?”“Prepare to leak the tax evasion files,” I said, voice even, cold. “Let’s give Alex our wedding gift.”Jamie blinked. “Chairman, I thought you— I mean… your memories of Madam Isla—weren’t they still… gone?”I turned to him slowly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. “Keep that between us.”He straightened. “Yes, sir.”“She’s out delivering the first gift,” I continued. “The real explosion’s tomorrow.”He nodded, and I knew he wouldn’t ask further. That’s what I liked about J
Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Sicko
Isla I jerked back like I’d been slapped. My lips still tingled from the kiss.“Are your memories back?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper, my pulse clawing at my throat.He blinked at me with those soft, utterly confused eyes and shrugged. “No… it just felt right to call you that.”Butterfly.He said it like a secret he didn’t know he’d kept.Then he leaned back against the pillows like a guilty child who’d just pocketed candy from a store. My racing heart finally slowed, but the ache lingered. I offered a tight-lipped smile like it was all okay.It’s not.My phone buzzed in my hand.Raymond: The package has been delivered. I’m outside the hospital waiting.God, I love that man’s efficiency. I mentally gave him a fist bump. Mission phase one—complete.I turned back to Rolin, who was casually chewing on another apple slice like he hadn’t just cracked my soul open with a single word.“I’ll be back soon,” I told him. “Sending Jamie in to keep you company.”He nodded, already distra
Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Butterfly
Isla I stood outside the hospital room, watching him through the glass like a ghost stuck between realities. Inside, Lydia was peeling fruit for him, her silver hair catching the light as she smiled softly. Carlotta sat by the corner, laughing at something Rolin had said, the sound muffled through the glass. I couldn’t hear them, but I could feel the warmth in the room… warmth I wasn’t part of. The doctor’s words echoed in my head like a curse. He’s blocking you out. I took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and stepped in with a smile that barely clung to my face. The laughter died down the moment I entered, like someone had pressed mute on a remote. Then his eyes found mine. Those piercing eyes, curious and blank and too unfamiliar. He motioned for me to come closer, and I obeyed like gravity had chosen him as my anchor. He picked up a slice of apple and without a word, placed it between my lips. My breath hitched. My cheeks flushed. And Lydia—of course—snickered. Carlo
Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Forget
IslaI woke up to a feeling—that strange, creeping sense of being watched. My eyelids were heavy, my body sore, but something tugged at my consciousness.And then I saw him.His eyes.Open.Confused.Alive.Rolin was staring at me.My breath caught in my throat. For a heartbeat, I thought I was dreaming. But then he looked down at our hands—mine still wrapped around his—and then back at my face like I was a stranger who somehow ended up in his bed.I shot up, my fingers reaching for his face, gently cupping his cheek. “Rolin,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Are you okay?”He blinked. Confusion twisted his brow. “Who are you?”The world tilted.Those three words cracked something open inside me.I froze. Air thinned. Then I remembered what the doctor had said—partial memory loss. It was possible. It was expected.I steadied myself, forcing my heart to stop panicking.“I’m your wife,” I said softly. “Hold on, okay? I’ll get the doctor.”I sprinted out of the room, nearly colliding with
Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Family
IslaThe doctor’s mouth moved, but for a second, I couldn’t hear a thing.Then the words hit me.“There was damage—close to the frontal lobe. His brain… shut down momentarily. He’s in a coma.”The floor might as well have collapsed under me.“But that’s not all,” he added, like the universe hadn’t already taken enough. “If he wakes up—there’s a chance he might suffer partial memory loss.”I gasped. A soundless, sharp inhale like my lungs were too scared to function.Still, I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered, rising to my feet. My knees buckled, swaying under the weight of the truth, and the doctor stood to steady me, concern etched into every line on his face.“I’m fine,” I lied.I gave him a stiff, polite nod and walked out, feeling like I was moving through water. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I followed the fluorescent-lit hallways to the VIP ward.When I stepped into the room, there he was—Rolin.Pale. Still. Like death was flirting with him but hadn’t yet kissed him.I sat down b
Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life ICU
Isla I walked out of the room with my fists clenched, heart thundering like a war drum in my chest. A part of me—the stupid, soft part—screamed at me to turn around. To run back to him. To grab his face and say I didn’t mean any of it. That I was just angry. Hurt. Scared. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Instead, I took my fury somewhere it wouldn’t hurt anyone but myself—the gym. I stormed downstairs, not bothering with the elevator when I saw the red “Under Maintenance” sign glowing like a warning. Fitting. By the time I got to the gym, I was already boiling. I didn’t stretch. Didn’t breathe. I just slipped on the gloves and went straight for the bag. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each punch landed harder than the last. His voice. My voice. The things we said. The things we didn’t. My knuckles throbbed, sweat dripped down my spine, and I welcomed the burn. I wanted to hit until I felt nothing. But eventually, exhaustion crept in. I let the gloves fall to the floor, grabbed my wat
Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Calling
RolinI stood there for a while—just breathing.Or trying to.The room felt like it was closing in on me, every second louder than the last, every breath heavier. Her words still echoed in my skull like gunshots. I didn’t know what kind of pain this was—it didn’t have a name. It wasn’t rage. It wasn’t heartbreak. It was something darker.And then I moved.I didn’t even remember walking over to the shelf where I kept my keys, but there I was—grabbing one of the fobs without checking which car it belonged to. My hands moved on their own, like they were running from the rest of me.Seconds later, I was behind the wheel of my Ferrari, the engine screaming as I tore down the street like a man with no brakes and no reason to stop.I didn’t know where I was going.But I knew where I couldn’t be—not in that house. Not under the same roof as her. Not after what she said.The roads blurred under me until I found myself in front of my usual place—private club, no press, no noise. Just cold drink
Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Fight
Rolin“I want you to take Abigail in as a mistress.”The words dropped like a bomb, and I froze.My spoon clattered against the ceramic plate, the sound louder than thunder in the stunned silence that followed.I looked up at him slowly. “Father… what do you mean?”He didn’t flinch. “I meant exactly what I said.” Cool. Unbothered. Like he’d just asked me to pass the salt.“Let’s go talk in the study.”He stood before I could reply, acting like he owned the goddamn air we breathed.My jaw clenched. I glanced at Isla. She wasn’t looking at me—she was staring at the untouched food with that unreadable expression she wore when she was trying not to feel anything.God. I ruined dinner.Again.I followed my father out of the dining room, back stiff, teeth grinding. The storm inside me was starting to spill over, and I knew if I didn’t calm down, I’d blow.The second we entered the study, the air shifted—thick with old resentments and cold authority.He made himself comfortable in my chair.
Ruining my cheating ex husband’s life Abused
Isla I stepped out of my leisure room, brushing invisible dust off my fingers, ready to head back to our bedroom—when the study door creaked open. Rolin and his father emerged, both looking carved from stone. I offered his father a polite nod, swallowing the bitterness still coating my tongue from earlier. He didn’t even glance at me. Just walked past like I was air. No, less than air. At least air has presence. Rolin gave me a small smile, the kind that said I’m sorry. I turned my face away. I didn’t owe him softness tonight. I reached our room, closed the door gently, then let my back slide down against it like a broken hinge. My body folded into itself as my lungs tried to remember how to breathe. And then—quiet, painful sobs spilled out. They came in waves, crashing against the inside of my chest until I couldn’t tell where the ache ended and I began. I don’t know how long I sat there like that. Eventually, I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold wat
