All Chapters of Ex wife’s Revenge : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Devil’s HourRaina’s heart wouldn’t slow down, even now, it was much worse than before as he walked timidly to rejoin the crowd.Her eyes were still wide and frantic, her body literally shaking, tears slipping down to her cheeks.Aaron, all battered and bruised up himself, gingerly returned to her.“I'm sorry.” he whispered to her, carefully wrapping his arms around her.Raine's heart still thundered behind her ribs, loud enough that she was sure the whole room could hear it. Her body was still curled slightly toward the purse, as if her instincts couldn’t believe the threat had passed, she was alive still.But it hadn’t passed not really. The danger hadn’t lessened.There was still the obvious danger that they were getting robbed.The air inside the auction hall was tense, volatile even. Everyone in the room felt it.Raina turned to Jessica, their eyes locking on each other for a moment, before Jessica shrugged her face away.It was just a hunch, but Raina couldn't help but feel

The rooftop bar was nearly empty, save for the soft hum of jazz bleeding from hidden speakers and the occasional clink of glass. The skyline of the vast city stretched in every direction, glimmering under the early evening haze.Jamie entered the bar, her coat strung tight around her as her eyes went searching for any familiar faces.There, she saw her… Jessica.Jamie slid into the booth with a certain energy she was quite used to now, than when he was Raine's assistant.She held her chin high, mouth firm, and eyes sharp.Her black blazer hugged her shoulders like armor, but inside, she was still unsure.Jessica sat across her, sipping a blood-red cocktail like it was a lover’s secret.Jessica didn’t stand to greet her. She didn’t smile either.Just raised her glass.“So you came,” Jessica said, her voice smooth and poisonous.“I was starting to think you didn't like me.”“I’m not here to make friends,” Jamie replied, crossing her legs. “I just want to know what you want.”Jessica lea

The heavy buzz of the sliding metal door echoed down the corridor as Blade was ushered into the prison cafeteria.It was lunch hour at the facility, and the place was alive with low murmurs from other inmates, the clatter of trays, and the smell of overcooked stew and something vaguely sour.That was his life now..Blade walked in still with that his usual swagger, cuffs off now but there were guards still watching from a distance.He grabbed a tray, barely looking at the food as he moved through the line his sharp eyes scanning the tables.The moment he stepped into the seating area, the noise seemed to dip just slightly—not enough to draw attention from the guards, but enough for a seasoned man like him to feel the shift in atmosphere.He picked a spot at a corner table, back to the wall, instinctively. He didn’t touch the food yet.He just sat therewatching and maybe waiting.And then they came.Three inmates approached him.They looked older, harder, it's clear that they weren't n

The long dining table stretched like a battlefield lined with polished silverware and untouched crystal glasses.Everyone had taken their seats now, Raina sat beside Aaron, Margaret across from them, while Tris and Lucas sat together across the table. Elise took her place with effortless grace beside Mr. Kingston, who sat at the head of the table like a man trying to keep his kingdom from crumbling.“Bring in the food,” Mr. Kingston said with a clap of his hands. A maid quickly nodded and disappeared down the hall.But the scent of roasted lamb or vintage wine would do nothing to ease the frost lingering in the room.Aaron sat stiffly in his chair, jaw clenched, arms crossed. Not once did he look toward his father.Even as servants moved about pouring wine and setting down appetizers, Aaron’s expression remained the same, like a storm just waiting to be triggered.Elise was the first to take the bait.“Still as charming as ever, I see,” she said, breaking the brittle silence with a si

Everything was noise.The screams around, the sound of wheels clattering against the tile, the rapid footsteps, the overlapping orders barked through surgical masks, but none of it made sense to Aaron Kingston.The fluorescent lights overhead blurred into long streaks, smearing like white lightning against the black edges of his vision. He was cold. So cold. But his skin burned wherever it wasn’t numb.Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, drying against his cheek. His chest rose in shallow, jagged gasps.“He’s crashing—get the crash cart!”“Pupils reacting—barely.”“Possible internal bleeding. Prep the OR now!”They were yelling over him, around him, above him.But their voices were distant to him, like they were in another world and far away, yet so close.His head lolled to the side as the trolley rattled, hitting a threshold on the way through the sliding emergency doors.A sharp wave of pain exploded through his ribs, making his fingers twitch.His hand tried to rise, mayb