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Chapter Thirty Seven

Author: Zinny Francis
last update publish date: 2026-03-22 23:54:21

*Avina*

The water was scalding, exactly how I needed it.

I stood under the showerhead, my forehead pressed against the cold, white marble tile. The steam rose in thick, suffocating clouds, blurring the edges of the high-end bathroom until the world felt small and manageable. I didn't turn the temperature down, even as the heat bit into the raw, red welts on my wrists and sent a stinging fire through the bruises blooming across my ribs.

I needed to feel the sting. I needed it to drown out the
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  • Second Vows Of A Scorned Wife    Chapter Forty Two

    *Avina*He wasn't wearing a jacket. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal the powerful muscles of his forearms. His handsome face was set in a hard grim line that made him look more like a predator than a head of a multibillion empire. Damn! he looked hot. Zach trailed in behind him like a silent shadow, carrying a briefcase. Ronan didn't say a word at first. He just walked to the center of the room, his eyes scanning the board members with a chilling, clinical detachment. The air bristled with a barely restrained fear. And I actually saw Halloway actually slide down in his chair, trying to make himself smaller."I believe," Ronan said, his voice a low, vibrating growl that made the hair on my arms stand up, "that there is some confusion about the hierarchy in this room."He walked over to Sterling, who was clutching his gavel like a holy relic. “Mr. Graves," Sterling stammered, his bravado vanishing. "This... this is an internal Drene matter. A

  • Second Vows Of A Scorned Wife    Chapter Forty

    *Avina*The elevator doors hissed open, and the air on the executive floor hit me like a sheet of ice. "Goddammit," I hissed under my breath. Phoebe was practically jogging to keep up with my stride. I didn't stop to look at her neither did I stop to look at the terrified interns pressing themselves against the walls as I passed. My hands were clenched so tight my nails were biting into my palms, the sharp sting a necessary distraction from the cold fury vibrating through my bones. "Ms. Drene, wait—they’ve already started the count," Phoebe whispered, her voice hitching. "Let them count," I snapped. "They’re about to learn that I’m the only number that matters in this building."I reached the double mahogany doors of the grand boardroom, and threw them open with enough force that the heavy wood slammed against the interior stoppers with a loud The room went into an instantaneous, pin-drop silence. The air was thick with the smell of expensive tobacco, stale coffee, and the cloyi

  • Second Vows Of A Scorned Wife    Chapter Thirty Nine

    *Avina* I winced, the sound of Chloe’s screech piercing through the air like a serrated blade. I actually had to lift my hands to cover my ears, my eyes squeezed shut as the frequency rattled my skull. Moments later, the room fell into a suffocating, vibrating silence. Chloe stared at me, her face losing every ounce of color until she looked like she’d been carved from wax. "Avina?" she choked out, her voice a thin, ragged thread. "You... you aren't... how are you here? You were supposed to be—""Dead?" I finished for her, my voice eerily calm. I slowly spread my arms wide, the sleeves of my navy dress fluttering lightly. "Well, Surprise!” I finished in a singsong toneBeside her, the two men scrambled. They didn't even have the decency to be embarrassed. They just tugged on their clothes with frantic, fumbling fingers, tripping over their own shoes as they made a break for the door. Fucking cowards. Chloe sat frozen on the rumpled bed, her hair matted to her skull. And as if sh

  • Second Vows Of A Scorned Wife    Chapter Thirty Eight

    *Avina*I bit my lip. I couldn't tell them I was reborn. I also couldn't tell them that I knew about the Vesper-Aries merger because it had been the biggest news story of the year in my previous life. I couldn't tell them that I remembered Ronan finally solving it on his own months from now, and that I had simply stolen his own future answer to save my present life.“I had leverage,” I said simply. “Business leverage. I solved a problem for him that was costing him millions. He’s a businessman, Maria. He saw an advantage, and he took it.”"He won't be held by that leverage forever," Maria warned. "Sooner or later, he’s going to start wondering how deep your 'sources' go.""Let him wonder," I said. "This is the fastest and surest way. By aligning with him, I get back into the Graves circle. I get into their private hospital. I get access to the records they’ve spent years hiding."I paused, let the words sink in. "I can also find out what happened to your sister, Maria. I can find the

  • Second Vows Of A Scorned Wife    Chapter Thirty Seven

    *Avina*The water was scalding, exactly how I needed it. I stood under the showerhead, my forehead pressed against the cold, white marble tile. The steam rose in thick, suffocating clouds, blurring the edges of the high-end bathroom until the world felt small and manageable. I didn't turn the temperature down, even as the heat bit into the raw, red welts on my wrists and sent a stinging fire through the bruises blooming across my ribs. I needed to feel the sting. I needed it to drown out the phantom sensation of the cold, damp basement and the smell of rusted iron. Ronan had wanted me to go to his estate. He had been a low, rumbling force of nature in that office, his eyes never leaving mine as he insisted I wasn't safe. But I had refused. I had looked him in the eye, the very man I had just proposed a contract marriage to, and told him no. But truth was I needed to be here, in my penthouse. I needed a space that didn't smell like him, a space that wasn't a fortress built by a man

  • Second Vows Of A Scorned Wife    Chapter Thirty Six

    *Ronan*The silence in the office was thick and pressed heavily against my eardrums. I stood there, my hands still half-raised toward her, my breath hitched in my throat. I looked at the woman standing in the center of my workspace. She looked like a nightmare and a miracle all at once. There was blood matted in her hair. Her wrists were circled with purple welts. Her dress was shredded at the shoulder. Her feet were bare and blackened with grit. Then she spoke. Those three words.“Let's get married.”I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink. I just stared at her, waiting for the punchline. My mind, usually a sharp, calculated machine, had ground to a halt. I’ve faced down boardrooms full of sharks and men with guns, but nothing had ever knocked the wind out of me like this nor made me feel like I'd forgotten how to speak English. I let out a short, dry sound. One that felt like I had sandpaper lodged in my throat. I lowered my hands and stepped back, raking a hand through my hair.

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