Semua Bab The Ex-Wife Seeks Revenge: Bab 1 - Bab 10

As the taxi pulled away from the mansion, I let the tears come that I'd held back for so long. All the stress and heartbreak of the past hours came pouring out of me in gut-wrenching sobs. I was finally free to mourn the loss of the life and identity I'd clung to for three years. My mind drifted back to happier times when Nathan and I were carefree college students. I saw him on the rugby pitch, his powerful form weaving effortlessly between opponents. Even then he had a swaggering charisma that drew people to him. Drawn to his confidence and charm, I'd eagerly accepted when he asked me out after a game. It was the first real act of rebellion against my father's expectations. Aldo De Rossi wanted me safely tucked away, continuing my studies without distraction. But Nathan made me feel alive and passionate in a way I never had before. For a while I let myself get swept up in the fantasy, pretending we could live a normal life together after graduation. Of course, it all came crash

As Lena's car pulled away, I turned to face my father sitting beside me on the veranda. His stern features had softened as he watched me, seeing the turmoil still evident in my eyes. "My dear, I know this ordeal has cut deeply. But you must not lose hope - you have so much wonderful life still ahead of you." He patted my hand gently. I sighed. "It's just so hard to imagine moving on when the wound is still so fresh. " My father nodded understandingly. "Which is why I think a change of scenery could do you good. There is a gala this weekend benefiting one of NexGen's philanthropic partners. As my daughter, your presence would be appreciated." I pondered his words as a reminder of my true identity swirled in my mind. NexGen Technologies was no ordinary company. Under my father's leadership, it had grown into a global powerhouse known for developing groundbreaking innovations that shaped the world. The patents my father had created were worth billions, yet he remained a quiet reclus

I waved off the security guards helping Nathan into a waiting car, tired beyond words. Charles eyed me with worry but I waved him off weakly. "I'll be fine. Thank you, for acting when you didn't have to."Before he could speak, a strong voice called out, "Agatha! Are you alright, my dear?" I turned to see my father walking towards us, worry written on his noble features. Dread swelled in my guts at the discovery of this disaster. Would he blame me for the scene Nathan caused?"Father, I-" But he had already noticed Charles at my side."Charles! As I live and breathe! It's been far too long, my boy." They hugged warmly.But Charles simply smiled. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. De Rossi. Your daughter was just showing me what a great host you've been."I watched in disbelief. My father, fraternizing so familiarly with the man at the center of my mess of an evening? Doubts whirled until Father turned to me, face stern but eyes soft with care."Are you hurt? That man always did have a nasty

There was an intensity between us, an attraction I couldn't ignore. Charles was clever and unlikely to expose his genuine intentions at once.After dessert, Charles escorted me to the front of the restaurant's outdoor space. "Thank you again for meeting me today," he said, holding my hand and pressing his lips across my knuckles. "I look forward to continuing our...discussions."I offered him a subtle smile. "So do I. It was an honor, Mr. Campbell."As I turned to go, his fingers softly grabbed my wrist. "Please, call me Charles." His thumb caressed the sensitive flesh within my wrist, causing an involuntary quiver.I caught his focused look and noticed a desire hiding there. "Very well...Charles," I said. With a little wink, I removed my hand from his clasp and went away. Two people might play this flirty game.I had just returned home, exhausted after my experience with Charles, when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number provided and responded cautiously."Hello?""Agatha, it

I leaned back in my chair, thinking it over as my father watched me patiently. On the one hand, the job sounded like it would keep me busy and allow me to flex my skills. But working so closely with my father also brought up worries. "Won't people think I only got the position because of nepotism?" I asked.My father waved away my worry. "Nonsense. You are more than qualified for the job based on your experience alone. And anyone who knows you and your skills will not question your abilities for a second."I had to admit, the thought of having purpose and independence again was extremely attractive after the chaos of recent weeks. And I knew my father would never coddle or baby me in the role - he would demand nothing but my best."Alright Dad, you've convinced me," I said with a smile. "I accept the job."My father let out a whoop of joy and rushed to hug me tightly. "Wonderful! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist it." He pulled back and looked proudly at me. "You won't regret thi