All Chapters of RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81Rain fell in a steady sheet across Boston as Samuel Caldwell stepped out of his car and hurried toward the gleaming glass tower that housed the Kane penthouse. The doorman's eyes widened in recognition, but Samuel kept his head down, avoiding eye contact as he approached the reception desk."I need to see Mona Kane," he said, water dripping from his coat onto the polished marble floor.The receptionist's professional smile faltered. "Do you have an appointment, sir?""No. But tell her Samuel Caldwell is here." He swallowed hard. "Tell her it's important."The receptionist hesitated, then picked up the phone, speaking quietly into the receiver. Samuel glanced around the opulent lobby, noting the stark contrast between this modern temple of wealth and his family's traditional mansion. Here, everything gleamed with new money confidence—a painful reminder of how completely the power balance had shifted.After a brief conversation, the receptionist looked up. "Mrs. Kane says she

Chapter 83The press conference was held in the Caldwell Industries main lobby, a space once renowned for its marble floors and the towering portrait of the company founder that had greeted visitors for decades. Today, the portrait was gone, a pale rectangle on the wall marking where it had hung and the marble floors were scuffed from the parade of SEC investigators who had trekked through over the past weeks.Melissa Porter, the interim CEO appointed by the board, stood behind a podium bearing the company's logo. The gathered press shifted impatiently as she adjusted the microphone, cameras flashing and recording devices held high. Behind her stood several board members, their faces grave."Good morning," Melissa began, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. "Today I'm announcing several difficult but necessary changes to Caldwell Industries' operational structure in light of the ongoing financial challenges we face."The cameras clicked furiously."First, effective immedi

Chapter 85The sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Bennett Corporation conference room, casting long shadows across the polished oak table. James Bennett sat with perfect posture at the head, his youthful face set in concentration as he reviewed the contract before him. At nineteen, he looked almost out of place in his tailored navy suit, but the confident set of his shoulders told a different story.Across from him sat the executives from Global Tech Innovations, their expressions a mixture of surprise and reluctant respect. They had come expecting to negotiate with an inexperienced teenager, easy to manipulate. What they found instead was a young man thoroughly prepared, backed by a team of razor-sharp lawyers and advisors."The terms look acceptable," James said, his voice deeper than his years suggested. "One billion dollars for exclusive distribution rights across Asia and Europe." He glanced up, his eyes sharp. "But I'd like clarification on the sustain

Chapter 87Rain hammered against the windows of Kane Industries, the sky as dark as midnight though it was only three in the afternoon. Mona stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, watching water stream down in rivulets, distorting the city below. The corporate tower stood tall among the Boston skyline, a monument to Alexander's power and now, her own.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts."Mrs. Kane?" Her assistant's voice held an unusual edge. "There's someone here to see you. She doesn't have an appointment."Mona turned, eyebrow raised. "Who is it, Claire?"The young woman shifted uncomfortably. "Lora Caldwell. She's... quite insistent."A slow smile spread across Mona's face. She smoothed her silk blouse, adjusted her diamond earrings – the ones Alexander had given her after they destroyed Davidson Shipping. "How interesting. Send her in."Claire hesitated. "Security offered to remove her, but she's causing quite a scene in the lobby.""That won't be necessary." Mona's voice remain

Chapter 89Emily Caldwell's hand trembled as she signed the listing agreement for their Martha's Vineyard estate. Twenty-five years of summer memories, now priced for a quick sale at millions below its value. The realtor maintained a professional smile, but Emily saw the hunger in her eyes, this listing would make her career."We're pricing it to move quickly," the woman said, sliding glossy photos across the table. "At this price, you should have multiple offers within days."Emily nodded stiffly. She thought of Samuel's tenth birthday on the lawn overlooking the ocean. Sarah's sweet sixteen where Boston's elite families watched fireworks from their private beach. The memories that had defined the Caldwells as New England royalty."We're also listing the Aspen ski lodge and Palm Beach condo simultaneously," the realtor continued. "I should warn you, the press has been inquiring. There will be publicity.""Of course there will," Emily said, her voice brittle. "Nothing sells papers lik