All Chapters of Beware Dear Ex, I’m Back For Revenge: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

LUCASThe weather had been weird all day. It was sunny, but it wasn’t warm. I hadn’t slept much the night before, and I’d been pacing the house most of the morning. I told my new housekeeper not to bother with lunch, told the driver to stay on standby, and cleared my afternoon because I knew this meeting was going to change something. I just didn’t know how big yet.I had been checking for dirt around my brother’s wife. She had been sending money somewhere, I needed to know what that was about, because the money was not a small fraction. It was a lot.My private investigator had texted me early that morning saying he had findings. It had taken him weeks, almost a full month, to go through everything that Ivan’s wife had buried in different places. She had been smart. But she had also been sneaky, and I guess that was what gave her away in the end.I walked into the man’s office, and he didn’t even bother offering a seat before sliding a brown envelope across the table toward me.“Ever

LUCASShe should have said no. The last thing I wanted to do was 'just cuddle'. I was too fucked up in the head right now and I wanted nothing more then to sink my cock in her tight heat and take her until she was screaming bloody murder underneath me.I watched her silently through the mirror of my bedroom. Her cleavage mocked me openly and her creamy skin called to me in different languages to mark it in the ways I knew how. Her lashes fanned her face and her plump lips looked too damn juicy all of a sudden. She was sexy as fuck, especially in this small dress that left little to the imagination.I was hundred percent sure she had driven all the way here to be the very death of me."I swear, you look so fucking suspicious right now," Clara's voice was small as she looked at me through the mirror. "Hmm." I simply muttered, lowering my head to kiss the bare skin of her shoulder. She shivered, moving away from me slightly before raising her head to glare. I chuckled."I'm sorry." I st

CLARA"Is it weird that I feel so happy about him telling me about the whole Connie issue?" But Nora was not listening to me. She had stopped listening to me minutes ago, I had noticed but waited to be sure, like right now. I walked over to her on the bed and tapped her shoulder, causing her to jerk up with a start."Oh, um… you were saying something?""Nora, are you okay?" I queried and she shook her head. "Of course! Of course, yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. I made… I made some sauce for you in the kitchen, I also made some snacks too—""Nora." I stopped her mid sentence. I watched her throat bob up and down, suspicion clawing at my chest. "I was in the kitchen when you made those. Why do you feel like you have to repeat the meals you made to me?""I don't… look, I really need to go. I'll see you some other time, okay?" She actually got up to her feet and started towards the door, breezing past me. I had my mouth open as she left, and even slammed the door closed behind her.Oh

ZAYNI parked outside Andy’s place and got out without even thinking about knocking. The text from Lucas was short and clear, I knew what my brother had done.Andy opened the door halfway, his face already bruised. “Zayn, wait, I can explain—”I shoved the door wider and stepped in. “Explain what? That you went to Clara’s house with a knife? That you scared her enough for Lucas to call me?”He stumbled back. “I didn’t go there with a knife! She came at me with the knife. I didn’t hurt her either. I was just—”“You were just what?” I closed the space between us and grabbed his shirt. “You know she means something to me, and you still showed up there.”“I went because of you. She wouldn’t even let me in until I said it was about you,” Andy said, his voice shaking. “I thought—”“You thought wrong,” I cut him off, punching him hard in the stomach. He doubled over with a groan, and I hit him again. “You don’t go near her. Ever. You hear me?”“She’s not your—”I punched him in the face, and

LUCAS“What were you talking about?”The voice cut through the room and I clenched my jaw tightly, bracing myself for the absolute worst parent reveal.But my mother gasped and quickly wiped at her wet face. “Conrad, honey, you should go upstairs,” she said with a shaky voice.“No,” Connie said, his voice louder now, his face hard. “I heard you. You said something about me not being my daddy’s child. Who’s a carpenter’s son?”I pressed the folder against my chest tighter, my throat dry, but before I could speak my mother jumped in again, “It’s nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart. Grown-up things. Go back upstairs.”He took a step into the living room, his voice rude and hot. “Don’t lie to me! I heard him say it. Who’s a carpenter’s son? Is it me? Are you saying it’s me?”“Conrad,” my father said gently, standing halfway between him and us. “It’s not you we were talking about. Go back upstairs and—"“I’m not going upstairs!” Connie snapped, his eyes flicking to me with fury. “Y