Lahat ng Kabanata ng Married to my Ex's Father: A tale of revenge : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The van stopped with a jolt.Mia’s shoulder slammed into the metal wall, and she hissed softly, the sound swallowed by the hum of the engine. For hours, the windows had been blacked out, and the only light came from the slit between the doors. She had no idea where she was anymore—only that every turn felt like a nail being driven deeper into her chest.When the door finally opened, a burst of air hit her face—stale and sour, like sweat, cheap perfume, and disinfectant that couldn’t quite hide the rot underneath.“Out,” one of the men barked.Her legs shook as she climbed down. The building loomed in front of her—a narrow, peeling structure tucked between warehouses. No windows on the lower floor. A red light flickered weakly over the doorway.Inside, it was worse.The hallway was dim and narrow, the walls stained by years of hands that had passed through. The sound of muffled laughter came from somewhere deeper within, followed by music that didn’t quite reach the notes it was trying

The following morning, before the sun rose in the sky, the door to the room where the girls slept bursted open. Vince's loud voice echoed across the room. "I want everyone up this instant." "And why is this place so dark?!" His hands found the switch and turned the entire lights in the room on. Some of the girls tried to block the light from getting into their eyes as they turned in their beds. "I said get up, right this instant and don't make me repeat myself!" He barked again. Mia's eyes fluttered open. She was upset with the rude awakening. She was about to protest when she suddenly remembered where she was. Her back straightened in the bed. With a frown settling on her face, she rose from her sleep and sat on the bed. The other women followed suit. Mia tried to make out what time it was that morning and why Vince had barged into the room, awakening everyone so rudely. "Lily!" Vince's came again, "where is she?!" He asked. Everybody seemed to turn their he

The new city breathed money the way old cities breathed dust. Neon lights bled into the wet streets, painting reflections like wounds. From the top floor of the Horizon Tower, Logan watched the skyline burn with industry. Inside the conference suite, the air was a low hum of tension. Seven men sat at the table, all sharks in different suits—import barons, fuel smugglers, data brokers. None of them spoke first. Not while Logan poured his whiskey. The sound of liquid hitting glass was almost ceremonial.He didn’t sit right away. He let the silence stretch thin, the kind that made men clear their throats just to prove they were still alive.“Gentlemen,” Logan said finally, in a smooth voice, practiced. “We’ve built rivers of money. But rivers dry when the climate shifts. Ours is shifting.”They waited. None of them understood yet if this was a warning or an opportunity.Logan walked to the panoramic window. His reflection was sharp enough to cut. “The government is draining our channels

Jason hadn’t even been at Velvet smoke for a full week, yet the place already lived under his skin like a fever. The music. The strangers. The smoky air that clung to everyone’s lungs like something earned, not breathed.Tonight, he was working floor duty—running drinks, keeping drunks in check, helping the dancers to and from the stage. The dancers strutted on stage with glitter on their skin like constellations, and Jason, despite knowing better, kept catching himself staring too long at the ones who smiled at him.“Jay, table six!” Maria, the bartender, shoved two glasses into his hands. “They’re already pissed off—hurry.”Jason nodded, weaving through the crowd, keeping his shoulders tight to avoid drunken elbows. Velvet smoke always felt like it pulsed—like a heartbeat made of bass and lust.But tonight, something was off.Table six was occupied by three men in expensive suits. The kind of men who didn’t come to clubs because they were lonely, but because they liked to be kings

The bartender dropped the glass slowly on the table before he looked back up at Jason, "What the hell do you want me to say man?" He arched his brow. "I referred you to a job, now you've lost it. What do you want me to do about that?" He asked. Jason shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "Uhm, I was thinking..." Jason tried to avoid his gaze as he spoke, "if you could refer me to another job...." The bartender let out a dry laugh, "Now why would I do that? You couldn't even last a month at the former, what makes you think I would recommend another to you?" Jason's gaze settled on the table. Then a man walked up to the counter, exchanged pleasantries with the bartender before he ordered a drink. "Hey, how you doing?" The man said to Jason before taking the seat beside him. "Yeah..." Jason replied subconsciously, waving slightly at him. The man exchanged glances with the bartender before looking back at Jason who looked lost in thought, twirling the glass he held in his hand.