All Chapters of Ex wife’s Revenge : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Raina furrowed her brows in disbelief. “What?!”Aaron now stepped closer, the tension heightened between them like a storm pressing on the night air.His men stood a few feet away, watchful, their eyes flicking toward the street Kai had just disappeared down.The silence after the confrontation was heavy, broken only by the hum of car engines still idling.“Raina,” Aaron’s voice was firm, resolute, the kind of tone that left no room for argument. “You’re not staying here, apparently it's not safe for you. I’m taking you to the mansion.”Her eyes widened, a flicker of disbelief crossing her face. “The mansion?” She shook her head immediately, taking a small step back, creating distance between them. “No. Absolutely not. You didn't care about how I fared a weeks ago, why start now?.”He clenched his jaw, frustration simmering beneath his controlled exterior. “This isn’t about what me or you or what we want. You just had Kai’s hands on you. Do you understand how close you were to being t

Recap“Girlfriend?!” Jessica let out a loud laugh, darting her eyes between them, “she looks like a beggar you picked off of the street!” She spat her voice dripping with disdain. “It’s pretty obvious, it’s her first time here.” She concluded.Aaron’s expression darkened, his icy glare hooked on Jessica. Without thinking, he stepped forward, putting himself between her and Raina. His voice was calm, but had a dangerous edge to it.“Watch your filthy mouth, Jessica.” He growled. “The only “street beggar” in this room right now….is you.”Jessica’s face flushed at the weight of the insult, but before she could retort, the clicking sound of heels echoed through the hall. Aaron stiffened, annoyance boiling over as he turned to see his mother, Margaret Kingston, walking towards them from a bedroom.Margaret Kingston was dressed in a tailored suit and pearls, her usual straight, unimpressed demeanor accentuating a presence that was both commanding and intimidating.“Mother,” Aaron said, his

Today is the worst day of my existence. Today, I am going to watch my sister, Elena, marry the man I loved.Damien Lancaster didn’t know it yet, but from the first time I laid my eyes on him at a charity gala, I had fallen head over heels for him.I quietly climbed the stairs, my heels clicking against the empty hallway, making it feel more like a deserted mansion rather than the venue of a wedding about to begin.Grandmother had always considered the role of a bridesmaid tacky, and the only reason I was allowed to wear the dress was because I was “family.”Elena didn’t deserve Damien Lancaster at all, and the only reason she was marrying him was because Grandmother said so.Just last night at her wedding rehearsal, I caught her upstairs in bed with one of the male guests.“You didn’t see anything.” She had told me before pulling up her dress and storming off like nothing had happened.I let out a small sigh as I reached her door, but then, my hands froze on the door knob—something fe

I stared at my phone as it vibrated and rang on the nightstand. I curled myself on the bed, hugging my knees to ny chest.The screen lit up with Stepmom’s name for the fifth time. Grandma had called for like...ten times and now it's Stepmom.I didn’t want to answer. I couldn’t. Last night’s events still clung to me like a second skin. I felt so tight, suffocated and everything still felt surreal. The wedding that wasn’t mine. The man who held my hand at the altar. The way I signed my life over with ink that might as well have been blood. Although I liked Damien but I didn’t do this to get close to him.Okay maybe I did, but then majority of it was because I was used to cleaning up after her. I had thought they would even thank me or appreciae the fact that I had tried to help them secure a future with the Lancaster family. But of course, nothing I ever did was good enough for them.I was still in my nightdress. It was thin and silky, and barely enough to count as decent, but it was al

She was soft when she slept.Softer than she has any right to be in a place like this. In a bed that belonged to me long before she ever stepped foot into my world.She didn’t scream this time, but she did cry.How did I know she usually screamed? Well, just a little bit of information from my men here and there. Nothing much.She took soft, broken little breaths like something dying quietly.I heard her through the walls.She might have thought the house didn’t listen. That it sleeps when she does. But the walls keep secrets like I do. And tonight? It’s pitch black.I sat on the edge of my bed, my elbows resting on my knees, shirt sticking to my back from the shower. I should’ve stayed in. Let her sob into silence. Let her feel the weight of the decision she made—coming here, agreeing to this. That this was a terrible idea. Maybe not completely terrible because it would help me accomplish the reason why I had married into this family. Her adopted family.But I’m not built like that.