All Chapters of Perfect Marriage Revenge : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The room was thick with air, stifling under the enormity of Amelia's declaration."I went back to reclaim what is mine."The conference room remained mired in heavy, stifling silence. The weight of Amelia's statement continued to hang heavy in the air, immobile and dense. Faces once so certain of their rightness now twisted with outrage, shock, and disbelief.Ronald Wellington didn't budge, his scorching blue eyes locked onto Amelia. His stance was rigid, but there was a menacing piercingness to his look—a warning, a threat. In front of him, Catherine's rage was contained by a thread, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.Beatrice, however, was the first to get her words out. She leaned forward, her immaculately manicured nails tapping on the table, her face deliberately composed despite the rage simmering beneath the surface."This is absurd," she said slowly, her voice restrained but laced with venom. "There is no way Jake would leave all his money to. to you."Am

The mood in Wellington Holdings had altered. The tension from Amelia's coup persisted, but fixed as that tempest was, there was something else simmering beneath the surface—tangible but undeniable.Ronald Wellington sat in his office, tapping his fingers lightly against the glass surface of the table. His mind should have been on the firm, on the new battle Amelia had initiated against him. And yet, his mind had failed him. Again.Her voice.Her eyes.The way she stood before the board, unwavering.Four years had gone by, but it was as if she had never left.And here she was now—his opponent, his equal. And for the first time in his entire life, Ronald felt something foreign. Something dangerous.A chink in his armor.A flaw he should not possess.His jaw flexed as he released the breath, dispersing the illusion. He was master of every emotion, every impulse, every weakness. Amelia would not be the one to break that.Not again.Not ever.The rap on the door snapped him back to conscio

Amelia lay back on the darkened hotel suite, exhaustion settling on her shoulders like a ton of bricks. The battles of the day had been a string—entering Wellington Holdings, stunning her enemies, and having her place at the table. But for all that she did, there was one thing that could properly heal her heart.Her son.She drew a deep breath, grasping for her phone, and dialing the sole number that had provided her any warmth in this icy war.It rang only twice before there was a small, bubbly voice calling out in her ear."Mommy!"A soft smile smoothed Amelia's lips, the rough exterior of her face giving way to a vulnerability she rarely exhibited."Jake, baby. How was your day?""Good! Nanny Melissa took me to the park, and I swung on the swings! But I wished you were here, Mommy."Her chest ached at the longing in his voice. "I missed you too, sweetie. So much. I'll be home soon, okay?""Really?" His voice was full of hope."Really," she lied, striving to keep her own voice even.

Ronald wasted no time getting down to her pelvis after he was satisfied with how her boobs tasted.He made sure he licked all of her juices at the pussy, his tongue never getting tired of rolling and sucking on her clit.'Every inch of her is so sweet and fresh,' he thought as he stuck his finger in and out of her, not keeping his tongue away from her clit.His rigid dick stood ready for use as it allowed it to have its way within her cunt riding in and out of her with all their strength.His fingers made their way to her face, forcing her lips into his further. He nipped at the bottom of her lip, sending her a message and she spread her mouth, allowing his tongue to delve into her burning mouth as he continued with his dominant actions.Their tongues fought each other for dominance as he kissed her, tasting her sweetness and he won, possessing the kiss as she surrendered to his touch.He removed his mouth from her neck, leaving it with a lot of hickeys."I love the smell of your lust

Amelia was returning to her office when she heard murmurs in the hallway outside the breakroom. She did not listen in, but the hushed, mocking whispers piqued her interest."…he's callous," one of the employees whispered. "Ronald Wellington doesn't care about anything except himself. Did you hear how he rejected that deal simply because he felt like it? The man is impossible."Another laughed. "What do you expect from someone who is only concerned with power? He probably does not even know what it means to be loyal. Men like him walk all over people to get what they want."Amelia's feet stuttered, her fists clenching with rage. Part of her acknowledged the Ronald they were discussing was not so different from the truth—he had been tough, frigid, and emotionally remote. He had hurt her in more ways than one. But she understood that Ronald was not the villain he was portrayed as. He was a leader who bore the weight of this company on his shoulders, a man who, however cold-blooded, alway