All Chapters of Revenge Of The Forsaken Wife: Pleasured By His Father: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter Fifty-oneMaisieI couldn’t believe my ears.He was going to kill his father?The words rang in my ears like a gunshot I couldn’t escape from. It echoed loudly. My mind scrambled, trying to piece together what I had just heard. Properties? Did he mean the empire, the business, the wealth? Was he really planning to kill his father after getting his properties? Or was I just imagining things. Was just twisting his words into something darker because my heart head was already full of suspicions for him? But no. That wasn’t imagination. That was clear. Too clear.He said it and I heard it clearly. He was going to kill his father.The thought sent a shiver down my spine, rooting me even deeper into the spot. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, my body unsure whether to collapse or run.Why would he want to do that? Why would he be planning to kill his own father for properties that’ll end up being his at a certain point in his life? He was the only son, he was the heir,

Chapter Fifty-threeRafael CarusoThe sting in my arm was a constant throb, but I barely gave it a second thought. Pain was nothing new to me, not after everything I had been through. This was just another reminder that we were getting closer, or so I hoped. I pulled out my handkerchief, the one I kept folded in my breast pocket, and wound it tightly around the wound. The fabric darkened almost instantly, warm and sticky against my skin, but I didn’t flinch. There was no time to.“Are you okay, boss.” Ghost asked, that same look of concern Scar used to have was on his face.I nodded at him. I could wait, but our investigation couldn’t. “Search the place,” I ordered, my voice low but sharp enough to slice through the entire space.Ghost didn’t hesitate, motioning the others to fan out. Boots thudded against the wooden floor, the creak of old boards and the shuffle of overturned furniture filling the air. I stayed where I was, my good hand resting on my sidearm, watching for any movem

Chapter Fifty- fiveMaisieThis can’t be happening to me. No, it can’t be happening.I had been caught in a small, suffocating hole with nowhere to turn. Every little move I made screamed danger and I knew it; I was stuck. I didn’t know what to do next, I didn’t know where to go, I didn’t know if I should leave or stay — every idea that popped into my head felt more dangerous than the last.What do I do now? Where do I go from here? I had been pulled into this family mess, a game deeper and far more dangerous than I’d ever imagined. I was trapped in it more than I wanted to be, and now I didn’t even know what to do. I was helpless. Hopeless even.Finn was planning to take the properties from his father and then kill him. Then there was his father — not just the calm, charming man I was starting to lose my mind for, not just the bold man who took me in ways I’d never been taken before, not just the man who fell to his knees and worshipped me like he had been waiting his whole life to d

Chapter Fifty-sevenMaisie Finn was already up and out of the room when I woke up, and I didn’t need anyone to tell me where he was — I knew. He was with that bitch of his. The thought alone was enough to curdle the little peace I had left in my chest. Still, I was glad he was gone, glad for the silence that filled the room after nights of pretense and performance. I needed time to breathe, to think, to remember who I was before this nightmare began. I needed space to plan — how to leave without leaving a trace, how to finally free myself from this madness, from the web of deceit spun by the men in this godforsaken family.Everywhere I turned, I could smell destruction closing in. It was like watching a slow fire crawl across dry ground — you knew it would spread, but you couldn’t tell which direction first. I could feel it in my bones; one of them would destroy the other. Either Finn would kill his father or Mr. Caruso would strike first. I didn’t know who Mr. Caruso had shot yester

Chapter Fifty-nineMaisieI didn’t know how I went from almost breaking down after realizing there were more things Finn was hiding from me, to being here, in this small bathroom, with his father.That realization had struck me with a force I didn’t know existed. I thought I had uncovered all the surprises from him, I thought there was nothing more, that I had discovered all his lies and deceit, that no word he could say would ever shock me again—but I was wrong. Totally wrong. He hadn’t even told me the simplest details of his life. He hadn’t told me he needed pills to sleep, and I didn’t know why it bothered me this much.It wasn’t like I still loved him… that I still cared about him. I didn’t. It just struck me because it made me realize the place I held in his life: I was completely nothing. If he couldn’t tell me this simple fact, then I was less important than I even thought I was.Even with all of this, there was that gnawing, suffocating thought at the back of my mind—that may