บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

ROSALIE'S POV~ As the music faded and the chatter stilled to a hush, the mood in the hall seemed to shift. Ezra’s hand slid around my waist, and he pulled me closer to him as if to stake his claim. Damien’s eyes glinted with fury as he looked on, clearly not appreciating the gesture. A ripple of whispers and murmurs made their way through the hall, though I could barely hear them over the pounding of my heart. I allowed a small, dangerous smile to play across my lips as Ezra threw Damien a challenging smirk. Then, the Vice President’s voice cut through the stillness, his words carrying through the microphone to every corner of the hall. "Thank you all for being here tonight," he said, his voice smooth and powerful. "We are so grateful for your support of our new initiatives. I hope you’ll all enjoy yourselves this evening." The guests applauded, and the Vice President left the stage. As the music began again, I turned my gaze back to the two men standing before me. The look

ROSALIE'S POV~I didn’t rush. I moved slowly, one step at a time, like a predator who knew its prey was already cornered. Chloe backed up instinctively, her back bumping against the porcelain sink.“Relax,” I said softly, reaching past her face. Her breath hitched when my fingers barely grazed her cheek on their way to the tissue roll. I peeled a single sheet, dabbed an imaginary smear from my hand, and then smiled at her.“Why’s your heart racing, Chloe?” I murmured, my voice low and wicked. “You’re breathing like it’s cardio day. Is that what being Damien’s backup plan feels like?”She gritted her teeth and attempted a sugary smile, but it was so stiff it looked painful. That tickled me.I laughed—an honest-to-God laugh. And God, it made her scowl.“You look good,” she said, tight and bitter. “I mean, I don’t know how you managed to vanish for three years and then suddenly show up again. Just like that.”I clicked my tongue and tilted my head to the side, like I was admiring a paint

EZRA'S POV~She moved.A subtle twitch at first—then a groan, like something feral and worn had been kicked awake.I leaned forward, fingers tightening around my jaw. I'd been sitting here for hours, but I didn't move an inch until her lashes finally parted.Her hand reached out blindly, brushing against my thigh.She froze. Her breath hitched.And her eyes snapped open—right into mine.Panic. Guilt. A thousand thoughts running behind those lashes.I saw all of it.I didn't blink.She looked between me, the doctor, and Sebastian—who stood like a damn statue, arms folded, jaw tight, waiting for my signal if I so much as flinched the wrong way.But me?I stared at her like a god staring down his prey. Calm. Detached. Boiling inside.Something was off.It started hours ago when I found her wrecking the living room like a possessed animal, eyes wild, voice broken. I'd seen fury before. Hell, I’d fed on it. But this was deeper. This was pain. A pain I hadn’t put there—and that was the prob

ROSALIE'S POV~I kept scrolling, eyes flicking from one article to another, fingers moving over the trackpad like a woman possessed. My coffee had gone cold, forgotten at the edge of the table. Damien’s name was everywhere. His latest business endeavors. Photos of him and Chloe at charity galas, red carpets, in press releases like some perfect power couple.I sneered.Chloe had somehow wormed her way deeper into Damien’s world, attaching herself to every single piece of his brand like a goddamn leech. She was no longer just the assistant or arm candy. She had launched a skincare line under his company’s umbrella. That snake was thriving, wearing the exact life that used to be mine.A knock echoed through my room. I stiffened, irritated, and slammed the laptop shut with more force than necessary.I padded over to the door and pulled it open, only to be met by one of Ezra’s guards. Tall, armed, and sharp-eyed.“Ma’am,” he greeted, giving a slight nod. “Were you expecting a delivery?”My

ROSALIE'S POV~One of the assistants stepped forward just as I adjusted the files on my desk. She was petite, maybe a little younger than me, with a sharp bob and thick glasses that made her look smarter than most. She stepped confidently but stopped just short of my desk before giving a respectful bow.“Ma’am,” she began, her voice crisp. “I’m Stacy. One of your main PAs now. I was asked to personally hand you this file. It’s from Mr. Montgomery. He said you'd want to review the list of companies interested in new partnership deals.”I nodded, taking the file from her fingers without a word. My nails clicked softly against the seal as I opened the folder.My eyes scanned the first page—and froze.Dead cold.My breath caught somewhere between my ribs and my throat. Because the first name on the list was all too familiar.Chloe’s Cosmetics. One I've been stalking her up for For a moment, I forgot to breathe. My pulse roared in my ears, rage creeping into my limbs like acid. I snapped