Lahat ng Kabanata ng RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Chapter 111Charles Jones stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corner office, watching the city spread out below him like a chess board. The afternoon sun cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the lines that ten years of bitter rivalry had etched around his eyes. At thirty-two, Charles had already built Jones Corporation into a billion-dollar empire, but it still wasn't enough. It would never be enough as long as Alexander Kane existed to overshadow him.His secretary knocked softly on the door. "Mr. Jones? The financial reports you requested are ready.""Leave them on my desk," he said without turning around. His attention was focused on something far more interesting than quarterly earnings.On his desk lay a collection of newspaper clippings, all featuring headlines about the Kane-Caldwell war. Charles had been following the story with the intense focus of a predator watching wounded prey. Every article, every social media post, every business report about Alexan

Chapter 113The soft knock on Alexander's study door came at exactly midnight. He looked up from the financial reports spread across his desk, his eyes tired from hours of analyzing market data and preparing for the board meeting scheduled for tomorrow."Come in," he called softly, not wanting to wake Mona, who was sleeping upstairs.Marcus Webb, his head of security, entered the room carrying a tablet and a sealed envelope. His face was grim in the lamplight, the expression of a man who had just learned something that would change everything."Sir, we have a situation," Marcus said, closing the door behind him. "The recording from the Caldwell mansion came through an hour ago."Alexander set down his pen and leaned back in his chair. "Show me."Marcus placed the tablet on the desk and pressed play. The audio quality was crystal clear - every word Emily and Samuel Caldwell had spoken to Charles Jones was captured in perfect detail. Alexander listened without expression as the three co

Chapter 115The grand ballroom of the Four Seasons Hotel sparkled with crystal chandeliers and the soft murmur of Boston's elite gathering for the annual Children's Hospital charity gala. Mona stood beside Alexander near the entrance, her midnight blue gown flowing around her like liquid silk. Diamond earrings caught the light as she turned her head, scanning the crowd of familiar faces - politicians, business leaders, society matrons who had once welcomed her and now respected her power."The mayor's wife is staring at us again," Mona murmured to Alexander, who looked devastatingly handsome in his perfectly tailored black tuxedo."Let her stare," Alexander replied, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. "Half the people in this room owe their current positions to Kane Industries contracts."Mona smiled at his confidence, but something felt different tonight. Alexander seemed more alert than usual, his eyes constantly moving across the crowd as if he was watching for

Chapter 117Marcus Webb opened the conference room door with deliberate ceremony, his face professionally blank as he gestured for Sarah to precede him into the hallway. Two additional security officers flanked the doorway, their presence making it clear that this was not a request."Miss Caldwell," Marcus said quietly, "it's time to return to the ballroom."Sarah stood on trembling legs, her emerald gown that had felt so powerful an hour ago now seeming like a costume from a play that had gone horribly wrong. Her carefully styled hair had come loose during her breakdown, and mascara had left dark tracks down her cheeks."Please," she whispered, though she wasn't sure what she was asking for. Mercy? Time? A chance to undo the last hour of her life?"This way," Marcus said, not unkindly but with absolute firmness.The walk down the hotel corridor felt endless. Sarah's heels clicked against the marble floor like a countdown, each step bringing her closer to the humiliation that awaited

Chapter 119The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Alexander's study as Mona carefully placed books back on their shelves. He had been working late again, papers scattered across every surface, coffee cups forgotten on side tables. She had offered to tidy up while he attended his board meeting, grateful for something to occupy her mind after the previous night's events at the charity gala.The image of Sarah Caldwell's humiliation still haunted her. Despite everything the Caldwell family had done, watching a young woman's public destruction felt wrong. But Alexander had been strangely quiet about the entire incident, his satisfaction muted by something she couldn't identify.As Mona gathered the scattered documents from his desk, a manila folder slipped from beneath a stack of financial reports. Papers scattered across the floor, and she knelt to collect them, not wanting to disturb Alexander's careful organization.Most of the documents were business-related - cont