All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Revenge Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Scarlett’s eyelids fluttered open to the soft beep of machines and the sterile scent of antiseptic. The bright hospital lights made her wince. A dull ache pulsed at her temples. An unfamiliar voice broke through the haze. “Mrs. Carter?” She turned her head slightly, eyes landing on a doctor in a white coat. His expression was calm, measured. “You had a fainting episode,” he continued. “Thankfully, Ms Elena was there just at the right time to help you. You’re dehydrated, and your blood pressure was low, but there’s something else more important we need to discuss.” Scarlett swallowed, her throat dry. “What?” What could possibly be more important than the fact that her world had been shattered cruelly that night. The doctor glanced at his clipboard, and stated matter of factly.“You’re pregnant.” The words hit her like a shockwave. Scarlett sat up too quickly, dizziness rushing in. “No,” she whispered. “That… that can’t be right.” He nodded. “You’re about six weeks along.” Six

It had been 2 solid months since Scarlett lost everything she held dear. She had been invited to Liam’s and Amelia’s engagement party, and even if she knew that the reason she got invited was so they could mock her. She had gotten ready in her best ball gown and taken a ride to the venue anyways.Scarlett stood at the edge of the ballroom, her fingers curled into fists at her sides. This was her money. Supposed to be her life, but they snatched it away cruelly. And here they were celebrating.Liam, dressed in a tailored black tux, lifted his glass as he stood center stage, arm wrapped lazily around Amelia’s waist. She was looking radiant in a red silk gown, the deep neckline barely decent, her lips painted a cruel shade of wine.“To the future Mr. and Mrs. Deveraux,” a guest toasted, prompting cheers.Scarlett’s stomach churned. She stormed forward, the sound of her heels lost beneath the music. Gasps rippled through the crowd as she grabbed a champagne flute off a passing tray, and h

Scarlett stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion, her eyes fixed on the sprawling city beyond. Chicago was just as she had left it, it was loud, ruthless, filled with people who thought power was something they could hold in their hands.She exhaled, rolling her shoulders back as she turned toward the room behind her. The first move had been executed perfectly. The custody hearing was delayed, Daniel was struggling under the weight of a scandal, and now, the second act was soon to begin as soon as Daniel made his move.She had seen the look of shock on his face in the courtroom, she wanted to crush him as fast as possible.“We should move to the next phase.” She told Adrain, who was lounging effortlessly in the leather armchair across from her. He didn’t look up from the whiskey glass in his hand. “Scarlett.” His voice was smooth, calm. “Rushing will only make this messy.”She narrowed her eyes. “He is already gasping for ai

Daniel leaned back against the plush leather seat of his SUV as he spoke. To his mild surprise, Valerie sounded calm, almost amused. “Did you think I wouldn’t?” she asked. Daniel smirked. “I thought you’d at least let me enjoy a few more hours of freedom before lecturing me.” She laughed softly. “Oh, Danny, you know I never waste my energy on lectures. I assume you’re handling it?” “As we speak,” he confirmed, drumming his fingers against his thigh. “Though I hate to ruin your little vacation, it might be time for you to come home. We need to remind the world what a perfect couple we are.” There was a brief pause. Then, in that same silky tone, she responded, “Of course. I’ll need the jet.” Just like that, she was settled. There were no arguments and no unnecessary discussion. Valerie understood the game perfectly, she had fit seamlessly into his world from the start. “Good girl,” Daniel murmured before ending the call. He let the phone drop onto the seat beside him, exhaling

Scarlett pushed open the heavy oak doors to Adrian’s office without hesitation.The scent of leather, aged whiskey, and a faint trace of cigar smoke filled the space. Adrian sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up just slightly, leaning forward as he spoke to a man across from him. The other man was sharp-eyed and dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, nodded along, his fingers tracing over the stack of documents spread between them. Their discussion was hushed but intense, timing, leverage, plausible deniability.Scarlett didn’t interrupt.She took her time, letting her gaze flick over the financial reports, confidential memos, and encrypted emails scattered across the desk. Adrian didn’t look up, but he acknowledged her presence in that easy, knowing way of his. "How did your visit go?"Scarlett smirked, stepping further into the room. "Amazing. Amelia was shocked out of her wits." She sank into one of the chairs across from him, stretching her legs lazily. "She didn’t even try to h