Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex wife’s Revenge : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

The heavy double doors of the Kingston Estate’s main hall groaned open, and Lucas stepped inside with Elise at his side, Tris trailing just behind them.The atmosphere was already tense, the servants moved quickly, avoiding eye contact with any of them, they had seen the news and were smart enough to know, neither of them were in a good mood, it was as if the walls themselves had absorbed the shock of what had happened at the gala.Elise’s heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, each step matching the clipped tone of her voice. “This is exactly what I was afraid of,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Your father walking straight into one of Giovanni’s traps… and now look where we are.”Lucas said nothing at first, tugging off his coat and draping it over the back of a chair. His expression was tight, jaw working. “We don’t even know the full story yet,” he said finally. “For all we know, this could be nothing more than a performance to humiliate him—”“Performance?” Elise shot

The door creaked open, and two officers stepped in, flanking the tall, broad shouldered man between them.Mr. Kingston.He still carried himself like he owned the room, even in a now wrinkled shirt and those iron cuffs worn around his wrists.His silver hair was slightly disheveled, but his eyes were sharp and calculating as ever, as they swept over Aaron and Lucas with a certain cool assessment like he was in a meeting or a conference“Boys,” he said evenly, his tone almost casual. “I’d say it’s good to see you, but given the circumstances…”The officers uncuffed him and left, the door shutting with a hollow click.Aaron leaned forward immediately, forearms on the table. “We need to know what Giovanni has on you. What exactly did he use to get you arrested?”Mr. Kingston eased himself into the chair opposite them, fingers lacing together on the tabletop. “It’s probably nothing more than lies. Fabricated evidence, just enough to make the police dance to his tune.”Lucas frowned. “Then

Kai pushed the front door open quietly, as if hoping the house would swallow his arrival without notice.Night had already fallen on the city.And for him today had been a long day, no doubt. He had to make a combined eight hour drive to confront Raina and then returned.And for now, his efforts to get her back was still unsuccessful.But for he had a plan B.He froze two steps in, there she was, waiting… Jamie.She stood in the living room, framed by the glow of a single lamp, a glass of red wine held effortlessly in her hand.Her eyes locked on him immediately, sharp and calculating, as though she had been rehearsing this confrontation all night.“Where were you? And before you say work, I checked.. You never showed…” she asked, her tone deceptively soft, carrying the edge of accusation beneath it.Kai pulled off his jacket and draped it across the back of the chair. His movements were calm, almost casual, but his jaw tightened. “I was out, taking a drive round the city, I needed so

The metallic clang of the cafeteria doors echoed as inmates of the prison shuffled in line for food with their trays held in their hands.Mr. Kingston picked up his food from the cook, a young, blonde girl, who left him a smile, but he didn't return it.He took his food away, grey mashed potatoes, a slab of meatloaf that looked days old, and a cup of watery juice. He didn’t flinch; prison food had long stopped surprising him.After all, in his teenage days, he spent a full year in prison for possession of drug.He carried his tray with calm precision, his eyes sweeping over the crowded cafeteria. The air around reeked of sweat, disinfectant, and cheap grease.The moment he chose an empty table near the wall, a voice cut through the chatter.“Look who we got here.”He didn’t have to turn to know the tone and the mood of the person who called him. His tone was mocking and somewhat edged with menace.Bad sign…Still, he glanced up, his expression neutral. A tall, wiry man with tattoos cr

Giovanni sat in the dimly lit study, the smoke from his half-burned cigar curling toward the ceiling slowly but surely. His fingers drummed against the polished mahogany desk, the steady tap of impatience echoing in the silence.He was out, Kingston was out! After all the work he put in, all the lies he whispered to very high and important people to make sure he was locked up… he was out, just because of his son's carelessness.Then the door creaked open. Giovanni knew who it was.His son.Marco lingered by the door, a bit hesitant, his face pale as though he had rehearsed this moment a thousand times but still didn’t know how to step into it.“Father…” Marco’s voice cracked. “I'm sorry. All this is my fault after all all, it was me, it was my voice on the recording confessing to my deed.”Giovanni’s hand froze mid-tap. His dark eyes sharpened like knives, pinning his son in place.For a moment, there was no sound but the faint hiss of the cigar. Then he surged up from his chair, his