All Chapters of The Billionaire's Revengeful Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ROSALIE'S POV~Chloe’s shriek tore through the store, making everyone flinch. Everyone but me. I didn’t even blink.“You stupid bitch!” she screeched, stomping closer, heels clacking madly on the floor. “Is this your best shot, Rosalie? Huh? I thought you were done with Damien! I thought you were over him and everything that has to do with him! What the hell are you doing now—throwing a tantrum? Trying to prove a silly point?” Her voice cracked as her eyes blazed. “You’ll always be a trophy wife! That’s all you were ever good for!”My eyes met hers coldly, my lips curling into the softest, most infuriating smile. I turned on my heels slowly. I tilted my head slightly, almost in pity.“Chloe, darling,” I purred, “I think you’re confused. You’re no longer in my class. And if you’d like to speak to me, I suggest you find someone in your league first—maybe then your blabbering might make sense.”Her face twisted in rage, and in a flash, she yanked one of her heels off and hurled it at me.

ROSALIE'S POV~Ezra pressed against me, his large frame dwarfing mine. His powerful body crushed me into the wall as he lowered himself onto my exposed neck, breathing hotly on my pulse point.His tongue darted out, lapping gently across my throat before nipping at the tender skin. My breath caught as I felt his teeth sink in, biting hard enough to leave a mark.Ezra took my lobe between his teeth, pulling sharply and sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me. I moaned out loud, unable to hide my need any longer.His large hands ran down my arms, making goosebumps rise in their wake. He grasped my wrists tighter, holding them firmly behind my back as he ground his cock into me from behind."I've wanted this for too fucking long," he growled against my ear, biting down harder. I bucked wildly against him, feeling a wetness pool between my thighs. "Submit to me, Rosalie." I said nothing. My mind was in a total mess. I just couldn't mutter a word!"I like knowing I make you feel alive,"

ROSALIE'S POV~The world outside was still drenched in that eerie kind of silence that only existed at dawn — before the city stirred, before the lies and chaos of the day began.It was just a few minutes past five in the morning, and the streets were still wet from the faint drizzle that had fallen sometime during the night.Ezra had left late last night for a business meeting in another state. His absence felt heavier than I wanted to admit.But maybe that was for the best. He didn’t need to know what I was doing. Not yet.I pulled the hood of my black sweatshirt tighter over my head, keeping my face low as I slipped out of the car. Sebastian, who Ezra had tasked to keep an eye on me, stayed behind the wheel, pretending not to notice the questionable address I had asked him to drive to.Smart man.The building was tucked between two rundown shops. You wouldn’t even notice it if you weren’t looking. The only sign was a tiny brass plate beside the heavy oak door that simply read: "Liu

CHLOE'S POV~I didn’t even realize I’d been pacing until I saw my own reflection in the hallway mirror—hair disheveled, mascara smudged like war paint down my cheeks. I looked unhinged.The envelope still lay on the floor, but my phone buzzed again. And again. The vibrations were relentless, like a warning drum.I snatched it from the coffee table with trembling fingers and finally flipped it over.24 Missed Calls.14 New Messages.News Alerts: “Emergency Recall on Chloe Lancaster’s New Cosmetic Line After Reports of Skin Burns.”My chest tightened.I clicked one of the notifications. The screen filled with a video—news anchor, grave-faced, reading off a statement.“Several users across New York have reported second-degree burns after using the recently launched Chloe Cosmetics skin serum. The company has yet to release a public statement, but an emergency recall has been issued. This comes just days after Chloe Lancaster was filmed physically assaulting Rosalie Stone at a charity gal

ROSALIE'S POV~The weight of the world felt like it was pressing down on me, but it's nothing compared to the emptiness that gnawed at my chest. I sat alone, staring at the ground beneath me, the place where my baby should have been. The silence in the room was deafening, and yet all I heard was the echo of what was taken from me—what was stolen. The tiny heartbeat I would never hear again. The small hands I would never hold.I didn’t think I’d survive it—honestly, I still don’t know how I am. I moved, I breathed, I spoke... but nothing felt real anymore. All of it—everything I’ve done to build myself up, to reclaim what was lost—felt meaningless.Chloe’s empire was crumbling, piece by piece, and I felt no satisfaction in it. I should be relishing this victory. I should be smiling, should be celebrating. But the only thing I felt was the hollow ache of a mother who would never see her child grow up. Never hear them laugh, never hold their hand while they walk to school, never have th