Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge Of The Forsaken Wife: Pleasured By His Father: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Chapter Eighty-oneMaisieI stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection for far longer than necessary. My suitcase lay open at the foot of the bed, clothes neatly folded inside, everything packed and ready, yet my chest wouldn’t stop tightening and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding hard in my chest, almost unbearable.I wasn’t scared.At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.But my hands shook slightly as I smoothed the sides of my blouse and adjusted my hair. Today was too important. We needed everything to go smoothly. We needed no surprises, no delays, no slip-ups. We couldn’t afford anything going wrong, not when Finn was already watching us like a hawk.I took a deep breath and whispered to my reflection, “please… just let today go well.”Because if things fell apart today, everything else could crumble with it. We had no time again and Mr. Caruso already told Finn a lie just to get his suspicions off. If we didn’t bring anything to help us back from London, then he’

Chapter Eighty-threeRafael CarusoWhat the hell just happened?It felt like everything I had been holding in my grasp, every clue, every hope, every step toward the truth, suddenly slipped through my fingers and vanished into thin air. How could I finally have the woman standing right in front of me, the very person who held the answers to every question that had kept me awake at night, only to lose her in the blink of an eye? What kind of twisted fate was this? It felt like everything was working against us. Like even nature itself had decided to turn its back. Because how else could something so cruel, so perfectly ill-timed, happen?We had come all the way here, traveled miles with nothing but desperation and determination guiding us and the moment we saw her, she disappeared.I dragged my hand through my hair, groaning from the kind of frustration that bites into your bones. I didn’t know what to think, what to do, or how to even breathe. Suddenly, the path ahead felt blocked by

Chapter Eighty - fiveRafael CarusoMarcella fucking D’Angelo.She was back again.No.She never left.She had already been around, sticking to me like an irritating second skin. She had always been watching, lurking, weaving herself into every shadow of my life, and it sickens me down to every bone in my body that the same person we traveled miles searching for was the same goddamn woman I had spent seventeen years hunting like a ghost. Seventeen years. Almost two fucking decades of my life circling the same monster without knowing it.Who the hell was this woman? What the hell did she want from me? How did she hide herself so perfectly, so deliberately, all these years that she even made me adopt her own son? Who the hell was she?How was she able to work against me right in plain sight, twisting every corner of my life, and I still couldn’t tell who she was?This same woman killed my wife, my best friend, and his wife. She caused Zara’s accident. And now she had the audacity—the wi

Chapter Eighty- seven Rafael Caruso“Marcella fucking D’Angelo. Your time is up,” I said to my reflection in the mirror, my voice low, dangerous, final.Her time was truly up. She had hidden in the darkness for far too long, pulling strings, playing her dirty games from the shadows. She had made a complete mess of what was once my beautiful, carefully built life. She took everyone I ever held dear from me, one by one, mercilessly. But now it was her turn. Her turn to suffer the way I suffered. Her turn to feel every single pain, every loss, every hollow ache she had forced me to endure. It was her time to stand at the receiving end of this twisted, ridiculous game she started.She thought she was smart? Thought she was powerful?Well, she was about to learn exactly who Rafael Caruso was.I would show her that two could play this game. And this time, she would lose. There would be no hiding, no running, no pulling strings from the dark anymore.I was close, terrifyingly close, to fina

Chapter Eighty-nineMaisieThe food on the long dining table smelled too good for the mood in the room. There was the warm, heavy scents rose from the table with peppered meat, simmering stew, freshly baked bread still breathing heat into the air. The dishes looked almost inviting in their excess, colors rich and beautiful, oil glistening under the fluorescent lights as if the meal itself was trying to comfort us. I took it all in before I looked up, because the moment I did, the contrast hit. The people seated around the table were quiet, withdrawn, their faces guarded, shoulders tense, like they were bracing for something unseen. It felt strange, almost wrong, that something so nourishing could exist in the same space as so much restraint.Everyone seated at the table was a betrayer—every single one of us. Me. Finn. His father. And that bitch Vivienne. Maybe the only one exempt from all the drama was Becky. Finn and that bitch had betrayed me and his father. I betrayed Mr. Caruso b