Semua Bab Revenge Of The Forsaken Wife: Pleasured By His Father: Bab 81 - Bab 86

Chapter Eighty-twoMaisieWe stepped out of the jet into the cold London breeze, walking toward the black SUV waiting for us on the tarmac.“Take us to the hotel,” Mr. Caruso said the moment the driver stepped out to greet us.It turned out he had already planned everything—where we would stay, how we would move, and the exact order in which the day needed to unfold. There was no space for surprises, not with how delicate everything had suddenly become. Everything had to go out as planned.The car pulled out of the airport and stumbled into the beautiful streets of London. The sky was a moody gray, the kind that made the city look both old and alive at the same time. I leaned against the window, watching the blur of buildings, red buses, and busy pedestrians as we drove deeper into the city.Mr. Caruso didn’t say much. He only kept tapping his fingers lightly against his knee, a quiet sign of nerves he probably hoped I didn’t notice. I was nervous too, but for different reasons. Every

Chapter Eighty-fourRafael CarusoWhen my eyes finally opened, the first thing I felt was warmth, my head resting against Maisie’s shoulder.“You’re up,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper in the quiet car. “You seem tired.” She exhaled gently, her hand lifting to cup my cheek. The gesture was tender, grounding. “I can’t wait for us to get this done with.”I let out a long sigh as I straightened. “Me too.” I checked my watch again, hours had already passed by, swallowed into the night. It was late, much later than we planned. I tapped the driver’s seat lightly. “Let’s get back there,” I said, and the driver immediately started the car, pulling out of the park.Maisie’s fingers were tucked into mine, but I could feel the tremble now, the way her resolve slowly cracked with each passing streetlight. She didn’t say a word, but her silence was already loud and heavy.Truthfully, I wasn’t sure what waited for us either. But one thing was clear in my mind: if I saw Rose, if I had e

Chapter Eighty - sixMaisieEverything happened so fast, I almost couldn’t stop and catch a breath.And as I stood there, alone in my hotel room, the silence felt heavier than anything we faced today. My thoughts kept circling back, refusing to rest, refusing to let me pretend I understood even a fraction of what was happening.Why did it feel like Mr. Caruso knew this Marcella D’Angelo woman before? Why did it feel like he was hiding something, something really big from me? He said he didn’t know her, said it with a straight face, but the way he reacted earlier… the way he shook with rage, the way her name tore itself out of his chest like a wound that had been bleeding for years, the way he threw a punch to that vase at the sound of the name and didn’t even care he was hurt… It didn’t feel like the reaction of a man meeting a stranger’s name for the first time.It felt personal, like a deep and old feud. Like this woman wasn’t just some stranger but some old time enemy. And what d