All Chapters of RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 22"What do you mean you won't help us?" Emily's voice could have frozen fire as she stared down the priest. "After everything our family has done for this church?"Father Michael stood firm in the empty cathedral. "Mrs. Caldwell, spreading false claims about Miss Smith's mental state to block her marriage would be not only unethical but illegal.""Illegal?" Emily's laugh was sharp. "Like you care about legal when my donations pay for your new roof!"But the priest just shook his head. "Alexander Kane has already made it clear any interference will result in immediate legal action. Now, if you'll excuse me..."As he retreated, Emily's phone buzzed. Another text from her security contact: "Sorry, Mrs. C. Kane's team offered triple pay + year-long contracts. Can't help.""Try the backup team," she snapped at Lora. "Everyone has a price."Lora's fingers trembled as she dialed. "They're not answering. None of them are. It's like... it's like they're afraid.""Afraid? Of what?""Ka

Chapter 24The cathedral had been transformed beyond recognition. Not the simple elegance of Mona's first wedding, but a display of pure, overwhelming power. A hundred crystal chandeliers created a ceiling of light, each one worth more than most homes. Ten thousand rare white orchids draped every surface, their perfume mixing with imported French roses. The aisle was paved with white petals and real gold dust that sparkled with every step.Outside, crowds gathered twenty deep behind velvet ropes, straining for a glimpse of society's greatest revenge story. Police held back hundreds of paparazzi as a parade of Rolls Royces and Bentleys delivered the elite of the elite - governors, senators, billionaires who rarely showed their faces in public. Private security firms formed a human wall around the cathedral entrance, each guard wearing an earpiece worth thousands.In the bridal suite, Mona stood before a three-way mirror imported from Paris just for this day. Her wedding dress made her

Chapter 26Morning sunlight filtered through silk curtains, slowly pulling Mona from champagne-hazed dreams. The first thing she registered was warmth, a strong arm draped protectively over her waist, a solid chest pressed against her back. Then came awareness of her own nakedness, and with it, memories of the night before...*Last Night*The reception had finally ended near dawn. They'd stumbled into their suite drunk on victory and hundred-year-old champagne, laughing at some private joke about Emily's face when she saw the wedding photos."To revenge," Alexander had toasted with yet another glass, his eyes dancing with mischief she'd never seen before."To power," she'd corrected, the alcohol making her bold.His eyes had darkened as he moved closer, one hand cupping her face with surprising gentleness. "To us."The kiss that followed wasn't like their calculated public display. This was raw, hungry, years of loneliness meeting desperate need. But even in their passion, he'd been a

Dawn crept through the mansion's private gymnasium windows, painting the training mats in shades of rose and gold. Mona stood barefoot on the padded floor, her workout clothes a stark contrast to her usual designer suits. Across from her, Alexander moved in slow circles, watching her with intense focus."Your body speaks before your mouth does," he demonstrated, his movements fluid as water. "Every gesture, every shift in stance - it all tells a story."He lunged suddenly. Mona reacted as he'd taught her, redirecting his energy instead of meeting it head-on. His proud smile when she succeeded made her heart race more than the exercise."Good," he murmured, his hands adjusting her stance. "But here..." His fingers traced her spine, encouraging a subtle shift. "Power comes from your core, not just your limbs.""Today is different," he said quietly, circling her. "Today we learn how to survive anything."Something in his voice sent shivers down her spine. This wasn't her gentle husband a

Chapter 30 The Caldwell mansion's front door slammed with enough force to rattle ancestral portraits, sending dust motes dancing through shafts of afternoon light. The mahogany double doors, imported from Italy at a cost that could have fed a small nation, bounced against their hinges, one cracking slightly at the impact. Lora stormed into the grand foyer, her Louboutins clicking a furious staccato against marble floors that had been polished that morning by servants who feared Emily's wrath. "You *pathetic* coward!" She hurled her Hermès Birkin, a wedding gift from Emily, meant to replace Mona's "common taste" at a Ming dynasty vase that had stood in the same place for three generations. The crash echoed through marble halls as irreplaceable crystal shattered, fragments scattering like diamonds across the cold floor. A nearby maid gasped, then froze when Lora's gaze snapped to her. "Get out!" Lora screamed, her perfectly manicured finger pointing toward the servants' entrance. "