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57: How Deep Resentment Runs

Penulis: Ms. Anonymous
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-02-19 06:05:12

RHEA

“That’s a stretch,” I murmur, though my voice sounds distant even to me.

“I’d call it a gamble,” he replies easily, almost teasingly. “But judging by your face, I played the right cards.”

He’s right. And if anything, it only confirms what I already suspected: he didn’t leave this to anyone else. He chose every single thing himself, from the shoes to the tiniest accessory.

I lift the cotton underwear, thumb brushing lightly over the fabric, and feel that familiar tightness in my chest. Not
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  • The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge   63: His Wife Doesn’t Share

    RHEAShe lifts her chin stubbornly. “Damien is—”“Careful,” I cut in softly.Because I don’t like the way she says his name. I don’t like the way she looks when she says it. And I definitely don’t like her calling him hers like I’m some temporary inconvenience.“You’re a stripper,” she pushes on. “You could’ve just slept with my uncle and moved on. Instead you ruined everything. When people find out a man like him is associated with someone like you—”My hands curl into fists at my sides.“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Or what delusion you’re living in,” I say evenly, even though my blood is boiling, “and I don’t care enough to figure it out.”I lean forward so we’re eye level.“But you will watch your mouth. You will not speak about my husband like that.”The word comes out sharper this time.“And you will never call him yours again.”My husband.Mine.The possessiveness in my chest surprises even me, but I don’t fight it.“You walked into my office to call Damien a liar?

  • The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge   62: Say That Again

    RHEAWendy Osborne is beautiful in a way that’s hard to pin down.Not striking. Not dramatic.Just… perfect.The kind of woman people probably once described as a lady. Soft. Composed. Endlessly patient. The type who never raises her voice and never needs to.She sets down the tea I had Liz bring her and dabs the corner of her lips with a napkin. Actually dabs.I watch her like she’s a rare species.“Thank you for the tea,” she says gently. “And for agreeing to see me.”Her voice matches her face. Calm. Polite. Controlled.I cross my arms and raise a brow. “You can thank Liz for that. I’m more interested in why you’re here.”“You’ve probably already learned about me.”“Your reputation precedes you,” I reply evenly. “And I know Vona didn’t send you to my workplace.”As stupid as Vona can be, she knows her own neck is on the line. The recording I have of our conversation would ruin her. I’d never leak it—but she doesn’t need to know that.“So,” I continue, “you must’ve done some digging

  • The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge   61: Rather They Hate Me

    RHEAEveryone’s been working nonstop. The deadline is close enough to feel, like it’s breathing down our necks.And for some reason, I’ve had this constant sense of doom sitting in my chest. I can’t explain it. Nothing’s technically wrong. We’re on schedule. The team is delivering. Still, something feels… off.Everyone here is exhausted. Overworked. Over-caffeinated. Running on fumes and spite.Strangely, morale isn’t terrible.I shake off the spiral for what has to be the fifth time today and toss my empty bottle of caffeinated water into the bin.We finally locked in the campaign models last week. Since then, I’ve basically been living on set. Working with the crew. Adjusting lighting. Reviewing prototypes and samples. Scrapping most of them. Starting again.If there’s a special place in hell for perfectionists, my name is probably already engraved.I know they’re cursing me under their breath. The picky daughter of a bitch who won’t approve anything unless it’s exactly right.Can I

  • The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge   60: A Warning Not A Threat

    RHEAI press my fingers to my cheeks. They’re damp.Brilliant.I click my tongue and roll my shoulders, trying to shake off the tightness in my chest I always get when I think about Camryn. It was just a dream. Just memory clawing its way back up.The thought hurts so much it’s dizzying.“I’m fine,” I say lightly. “I must’ve been exhausted. I barely slept last night.” I dig through my handbag for my compact. “Tell me honestly. Is my makeup okay?”Marek doesn’t even hesitate. Bless him. He takes everything at face value.“Yup. All good.”I check anyway. Mascara intact. Lipstick still sharp. No visible cracks in the armour.The last week has been chaotic.I got married to Damien. Met Victor and Elara again after years. Watched the Hale empire start bleeding under public scrutiny. Every media outlet has been circling them like sharks.I used to think scandals disappeared if you paid enough.Apparently not when the person pushing the narrative has deeper pockets and a longer memory.Or wh

  • The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge   59: Mama’s Little Star

    RHEA“Ma! Mama! Maaaama!”Camryn barrels toward me on unsteady little legs, her curls bouncing, arms wide like she’s about to tackle me. I barely manage to catch her before she crashes into my knees.“Oof!” I laugh as she slams into my stomach. “You’re getting so big!”She tilts her head back and grins at me, drool shining on her chin. I wipe it gently with my sleeve.Across the living room, Victor is pacing. His phone is pressed tightly to his ear, his voice low and tense. His shoes make a soft, repetitive sound against the marble floor.He’s been like that since we got back from the studio.I don’t know if I did something wrong.Maybe I should have told him the moment I saw the positive test. I should have walked out of the bathroom and said it before I even wiped my tears. But I wanted it to be a surprise. A good surprise.I thought he’d be happy.Because children are happy things.But Elara’s words play in my head. She’s right, Camryn is only two. She still needs help with everyth

  • The Biker's Bride Wants Revenge   58: Still The Same Seductress

    VICTORThe vase hits the floor with a violent crash, porcelain exploding across the tiles. The sound is sharp enough to rattle the windows.Elara flinches.“Victor. Honey. I know you’re upset. I messed up tonight, but the kids are sleeping—”“Shut up!”My voice tears out of me before I can stop it. I sweep another vase off the console. It shatters at her feet, shards skidding across the floor. She stumbles back, barefoot, her breathing already unsteady.“For once in your damned life, Elara,” I snap, stalking towards her as she retreats, “just—”She bumps into the wall.I close the distance and grab her by the throat, slamming her back against it. The impact knocks the air from her lungs.“Shut. The fuck. Up.”Her hands fly to my wrist, fingers trembling. Her eyes are wide, red, already shining with tears. “Y-You’re—” she gasps. “Victor, I can’t— I can’t breathe—”The sound of her struggling cuts through the ringing in my ears, but it doesn’t quiet the rage. It fuels it.“Do you have a

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