All Chapters of RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 122Alexander walked to their bedroom window, pressing his palm against the cool glass as memories of his mother flooded through him. Mona remained seated on the bed, watching him struggle with the pain of reliving the darkest chapters of his life."Harrison Kane gave us five years of peace," Alexander said quietly. "Five years where my mother could sleep without nightmares, where I could go to school like a normal child. We thought we were safe.""What changed?" Mona asked, though she dreaded the answer."My mother never forgot who we really were," Alexander replied. "She never stopped believing that justice would eventually catch up with Emily. And as I got older, as I started asking questions about my real father, she realized she couldn't keep the truth buried forever."Alexander turned from the window, his face showing the strain of reliving these memories. "When I turned thirteen, my mother decided it was time to reclaim our rightful place in the world.""She wanted to g

Chapter 124The private dining room at the Ritz-Carlton was carefully selected for its soundproof walls and complete privacy. Charles Jones sat at the head of the mahogany table, studying the three Caldwell family members who had arrived for this desperate meeting. Emily looked haggard despite her expensive clothes, Samuel appeared to be fighting a losing battle with alcohol, and Richard seemed older than his years."Thank you all for coming," Charles said, gesturing for them to take their seats. "I believe we have much to discuss about our mutual enemy."Emily sat down with the rigid posture of someone trying to maintain dignity in the face of complete social destruction. "Mr. Jones, we need to move quickly. Every day we delay gives Alexander Kane more time to consolidate his position.""I understand the urgency," Charles replied smoothly. "But before we proceed, I need to know exactly what resources you're willing to commit to this operation."Samuel poured himself a generous glass

Chapter 126Mona sat in Alexander's study, reviewing the financial reports that covered his desk like a paper battlefield. The numbers told a story of coordinated attacks and brilliant defenses, of enemies striking and being repelled with surgical precision. She had been studying Kane Industries' stock movement for the past hour, trying to understand exactly how Alexander had managed to turn what should have been a devastating blow into a display of strength."The volume was extraordinary," she murmured to herself, running her finger down columns of trading data. "Someone bought millions of shares in a matter of hours."The study door opened behind her, and Alexander entered carrying two cups of coffee. He looked relaxed despite having spent the day defending his company against financial warfare, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened from hours of intense work."Finding anything interesting?" he asked, setting one cup beside her and settling into the chair across from his

Chapter 128Emily stood alone in the mansion's library at 5:30 AM, watching pre-market trading numbers on her laptop screen. The house felt emptier than usual - Samuel was sleeping off another drinking session, Richard had locked himself in his study to avoid any family discussions, and Lora hadn't spoken to anyone since their explosive fight about the auction sales.But Emily didn't need her family's support for what was about to happen. Charles Jones had called the night before with news that made her heart race with anticipation."Tomorrow we go nuclear," he had said. "I'm calling in every favor, using every connection, leveraging every relationship I've built over thirty years in finance."Emily refreshed her browser and watched Kane Industries' pre-market price with the intensity of a hunter watching prey. The stock had closed yesterday at $127 per share. This morning, it was already showing weakness at $124 in early trading.Her phone buzzed with a text from Charles: "Phase two

Chapter 130Charles Jones sat in the back of the federal transport vehicle, his wrists cuffed behind him, watching Boston's financial district pass by through bulletproof glass. His expensive suit meant nothing now. The FBI agents beside him stayed silent, but their presence felt like judgment.Two hours ago, he had been Charles Jones, CEO of Jones Corporation, respected businessman, millionaire. Now he was just another criminal being hauled to federal court.The federal courthouse steps crawled with reporters and camera crews. Jones straightened his shoulders as the vehicle stopped. He had orchestrated attacks on Kane Industries, manipulated stock prices across international markets, and gambled with other people's money. He would face this with whatever dignity remained."Mr. Jones," Agent Martinez opened the door. "Time to go."The October wind slapped his face as he stepped out. Camera flashes exploded around him like gunfire."Charles! Did you steal millions from investors?""How