Pustaka
Cari
Beranda / Romance / The First Wife’s Revenge / Tangled In Desire

Share

Tangled In Desire

Penulis: Sueños
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-30 23:37:13

Olivia could barely breathe as she sat at her desk, staring at the half finished manuscript that had started to look more like a confession than a novel. The pages smelled of ink, sweat, and fear. Every sentence she wrote about Ethan and Jessica felt like a razor cutting closer to bone. The danger wasn’t only outside anymore, it was inside her own words.

Her hands trembled. She slammed the laptop shut. She couldn’t keep writing. But she couldn’t stop either. Each time she put the story aside, something in the house shifted, footsteps where none should be, shadows that lingered longer than natural, whispers at the edges of silence. The line between the book she was writing and the life she was living blurred more every day.

Ethan appeared in the doorway, his shirt half buttoned, his face pale but his eyes burning with some need she couldn’t name. “You’re still at it?” His voice was soft but sharp, like velvet covering steel.

Olivia stood quickly, defensive. “I’m trying to make sense of
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi
Bab sebelumnya Bab selanjutnya
Bab Terkunci

Bab terbaru

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    Letter To My Child

    The room was too quiet.Olivia stood by the edge of Ethan’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall in slow, shallow waves. His skin looked pale, almost translucent, like he was fading out of the world inch by inch. The ritual had burned through him like acid. The bond kept him alive, but only barely.He blinked at her. His eyes were softer than she’d ever seen them.“Don’t look at me like that,” Olivia said. Her voice cracked even though she forced it steady. “You were supposed to outlive all of this.”He gave a faint smile, the kind that looked like it hurt him to make.“I was never meant to survive you.”“Stop,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Don’t talk like that.”He reached weakly for her hand. She took it before she could stop herself.His fingers trembled.His breath rattled.Then, with difficulty, he whispered:“Your daughter… remembers everything.”Olivia froze.“What do you mean?” she asked sharply. “Ethan, look at me. What does that mean?”But his eyes were sliding shut. H

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Betrayal Document

    The day began quietly.Too quietly.Rome’s late afternoon light spilled through the monastery windows in long, golden stripes. Olivia sat in the old library with her daughter asleep nearby, the world slow and still for once.Until the courier arrived.A plain envelope. No seal. No sender. No stamp.Just her name on the front, OLIVIA MONROE.Her pulse tightened.Something about the handwriting felt… institutional. Cold. The way lawyers wrote when they wanted to ruin your life with elegance.She opened it.Inside was a single folder stamped with three words, BLOODBOUND LEGAL ARCHIVE UNSEALED.And beneath it, the title that hit her like a punch,Olivia sat back slowly, breath thinning.She flipped the folder open.Her eyes scanned the first page.Then the second.Then the third.By the fourth, she was trembling.“Impossible,” she whispered. “No… no. This can’t be right.”The document was clear. Cold. Surgical.It stated, in simple, brutal language, Olivia was never legally married to

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The New Oath

    The storm had not passed.Jessica’s name on the mirror still hung in Olivia’s mind like smoke that refused to clear.By morning, the monastery felt heavier, air thick, silence stretched, every corridor echoing with unspoken questions.But Olivia didn’t break.She moved with focus, strategy, and a cold, centered determination.Fear couldn’t run her operations. Not anymore.Today, she had a mission.A new order.A new code.A new foundation.The Bloodbound was dead.But the women who survived it were not.They needed something.Olivia sent out the call at sunrise.A single message delivered through private channels, encrypted, silent, crystal clear,“Come to the monastery. We begin again.”By noon, the courtyard was filled.Women from every corner of the world stepped through the arches, former wives, former captives, former soldiers of the old system. Some wore business suits. Some wore robes. Some carried their children. Some carried scars.All of them carried history.They looked at

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Forbidden Name

    The decree hit the world like a silent bomb.No alert.No speech.No ceremony.Just a message pushed through every private Bloodbound channel:“THE NAME IS STRUCK. SPEAK IT AND BE EXILED.”No one needed clarification.Everyone knew which name.Jessica.Olivia stood at the old monastery window, the paper still warm in her hand. The seal was red wax, the symbol carved with a single straight slash, an erasure in visual form.Ethan read it over her shoulder.He didn’t breathe for a moment.Then he said quietly, “They’re trying to sanitize the past. Standard crisis management strategy. Delete the threat, control the narrative.”Olivia didn’t blink. “It won’t work.”“Does it matter anymore?” Ethan asked, voice low, tired. “We buried that war years ago.”She looked at him, seeing the strain under his calm. “You don’t believe that.”He didn’t answer.Silence became the third person in the room, heavy, strategic, crowding the corners.Their daughter, Livia, played on the floor with a stack of

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Rebirth

    Rome glowed under the morning sun.Warm light hit the ancient stones, making them shine like gold. Crowds moved through the narrow streets, tourists snapping pictures, locals rushing to work, bus drivers shouting into phones. The world was loud, alive, ordinary.And in the middle of all of it, Olivia walked like a ghost reborn.Her daughter held her hand, stepping carefully, eyes wide as she studied everything, the pigeons, the fountains, the street vendors selling leather bags that were definitely fake. The girl still didn’t speak, but she communicated with small gestures. A tilt of her head. A shift of her fingers. A hum so faint only Olivia ever heard it.As they crossed Piazza Navona, Olivia felt the breeze pull at her coat. She breathed it in, fresh, warm, real.The world had forgotten the Bloodbound.No more rituals.No more councils.No more altars, no more chants, no more brides marked for sacrifice.Rome didn’t know her face.Didn’t whisper her name.Didn’t track her like an

  • The First Wife’s Revenge    The Last Oath

    The throne room felt colder than it had ever been.Not because winter had rolled in.Not because the estate was half abandoned.But because Olivia walked into it as if she had already outgrown the place.She didn’t rush. She didn’t hesitate.She stepped through the shattered marble doors with the full posture of someone who had burned through her last layer of fear. Her dress was simple, white, unadorned, command level minimalism. Her hair tied back like a CEO preparing to close a century, old company.Every surviving priest, advisor, and guard rose to their feet.Not in respect, but in strategic containment.They watched her the way executives watch a founder who has gone rogue.Olivia didn’t sit on the throne.She stood in front of it.“Let’s finalize the agenda,” she said, voice calm, sharp. “We close the Bloodbound today.”Gasps.Whispers.A ripple of panic.The old council, what remained of them, shifted uncomfortably. They had already lost their power to her weeks ago. This was

Bab Lainnya

Anda juga akan menyukai

Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status