All Chapters of Hell Has No Fury: His Ex Wife Revenge: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

KENDRICK'S POVMy heart felt ripped out. How could someone care about revenge so much that they totally neglected their health?If I hadn't tried to play hard to get, she wouldn't be in this situation.I just took my eyes off her for barely a day and she's already involved in an accident.Something deep down told me this was not just a coincidence. Of all the days, why did it have to be today she got into an accident?"Reyes!"Becca’s voice cracked like a whip in my skull. I blinked hard, her gaze slicing through mine, sharp and unrelenting. Her lips trembled, parted just enough to show the desperate catch of her breath."Can we at least get you stitched up first?" I said, my voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. I swallowed hard, tasting the copper of blood in my mouth. "We can talk about business later. I’ll sign whatever you need—just... please."My plea hung between us like smoke.But Becca didn’t move back. Her eyes burned with something feral. Her fingers twitched, then she slammed

REBECCA'S POVClick!The door opened, and my head turned toward the sound of footsteps echoing inside my office. For a moment, I hoped it was Kendrick, but when my eyes locked on the person in front of me, I was utterly disappointed."Good day, Miss. I take it that you don't seem very happy to see me," Philip Harts grinned.My eyes were cold, barely able to contain the disgust. "I'm glad you noticed. What do you want? The meeting the board fixed starts by five."Philip adjusted his suit sluggishly, leaning against my table, his eyes darting over toward Alyssa as he licked his tongue. She trembled.I shoved Alyssa to the side so his gaze would be on mine.I tucked my arms in front of me. Honestly, I didn’t even know why I still kept him in this company after all his immoral behavior.Still, even if I was going to let him off, that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to teach him a lesson."State your business Mr. Harts. I have a meeting." I said firmly.Mr. Harts rolled his eyes and then took a

REBECCA'S POV"Miss Belmont, it seems you are trying to change the subject here." Mr. Jerome threw his hands up in the air. "If you haven’t secured the deal, then you should be the one explaining to the board."I snickered. "Mr. Jerome, it seems you have forgotten your place as part of the board. If you’ve outlived your usefulness, we might as well just toss you out.""You—"I turned my face toward the rest of the board watching me, whispering softly amongst themselves. I laced my fingers tighter in my lap, taking a deep breath.My gaze hovered toward Alyssa. She forced a small smile at me, but I could barely feel my own face. I just wanted this to be over as soon as possible.The sound of a chair scraping the floor filled the room, and I noticed Philip Hart standing up. He adjusted his suit. He narrowed his eyes toward me and gulped, blinking his lashes uncontrollably before he turned his face away.He cleared his throat. "Miss Belmont is the chairman. I'm sure she has everything unde

REBECCA'S POVMy head whipped with dizzy pain. Footsteps thundered in my skull as tears smeared the world to gray and my eyelids turned heavy. A sharp pain tore beneath my earlobe."I said get away from her." That harsh, stern voice came on again, and then Felix's hands yanked away from my throat. Through my blurred vision, I could see Felix's body thrashed against the wall.He groaned.Air tore through my lungs as I gasped, clutching my throat in a slow, ragged pant. My body sagged, but before I could hit the floor, a hand clamped over my waist, holding me in place.“Miss Belmont—!” Alyssa’s voice cracked in panic as his hands yanked me closer, hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.“No one fucking touches her,” he snarled.Silence.The scent of his cologne wrapped around me, warm and unnervingly soothing, even as my chin bumped against the solid wall of muscle. I grasped at him instinctively, trying to steady myself.Then his fingers caught my chin, lifting it gently but f

REBECCA'S POVAs I sat there, pressed against the boardroom table, one question rang in my head: Was this actually hot, or was I just a sexually starved divorcée who hadn't been touched in months?“Mr. Reyes, I don’t think that’s… um… appropriate.”My voice trembled as my nails scraped against the table, desperate for something to ground me. I tried to pull in a steady breath, but his warm, rich scent filled my lungs, making it impossible to think straight.His fingers pressed harder against my lips, and my shoulders went rigid. Heat surged through me, Liquid heat spiraled low in my belly, my thighs instinctively pressing tight.“Earlier,” he murmured in a low tone, “you didn’t call me Mr. Reyes. Not in my office when you were trying to seduce me.”His fingers slipped from my mouth to wrap lightly around my neck. He guided me forward until our lips were so close I could feel the heat of his breath—but he didn’t close the final gap.“Did you?”My heart slammed wildly in my chest, thr