Semua Bab Ex wife’s Revenge : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The alley smelled of oil and rot, secluded behind an abandoned bar in the rougher part of town, where no cameras worked.This wasn't a part of town for any high class people.Jessica pulled the hood of her coat tighter around her face as her heels clicked against the cracked pavement. She spotted him leaning casually against a black SUV, smoking, as if this wasn’t a betrayal in motion.Marco Cingarette.The youngest but most volatile of the Cingarette bloodline.And for Jessica, her big time ticket to getting what she always wanted… the power.The invitation he sent her, had been cryptic. A text with no explanation, just a time and a location.She stepped up to him, eyes narrowed. “Why did you call me here, Marco?”He took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke like he was trying to stall. “You look good, Jess.”She folded her arms. “Don’t play games. If you’re risking this meet, here of all places, it’s for something serious. So, talk.”He hesitated, tapping the ashes off the

Margaret paced the length of the living room, her heels clicking against the polished marble with sharp, impatient beats. Her face was still taut with fury, lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line. But her eyes weren’t on the floor—no, they kept darting toward Aaron, gauging, reading, searching for affirmation.“You saw the news, Aaron,” she snapped, her voice clipped but carrying the weight of unshaken conviction. “There’s no coming back from something like this. That… woman… has humiliated not just you, but all of us. I had no choice.”Aaron sat on the edge of the sofa, keeping his elbows on his knees and his fingers steepled beneath his chin.His jaw flexed, but he said nothing, even up till now.His gaze wasn’t even on Margaret.. it was on the empty space where Raina had been standing not ten minutes ago.He could still see her face in his mind’s eye, that look she had as she was being thrown out, her wide eyes, her confused look, she was desperate for him to say something… des

Lucas stared down at the message on his phone, the words reading like some kind of bad joke.“You’ve got to be kidding me…” he muttered, looking up from the screen as Elise stepped into the sitting room, already pouring herself a glass of wine.“What’s that face for?” she asked, raising a perfectly shaped brow. Then she moved slowly towards him, taking measured steps.He handed her the phone. She read the invitation aloud, her tone dripping with disdain. “The Cingarette Fashion Grand Opening will be held tommorow night. The Kingston family have been invited, and so it is with that, that I urge you all to attend unfailingly.” She let out a sharp laugh. “Your father has lost his mind.”Lucas leaned back in his chair, rubbing the side of his face. “I thought after what happened to Aaron, and then me… after what they’ve done to us… there’s no way he’d walk us right into their den. But apparently…”Elise set the glass down a little too hard. “I know your father. If he’s going, it’s because

Floral Cingarette.The last time he saw her, at the gala a few nights back, when she leaned over his table with that same poised elegance, slipping something unseen into his drink.And then hours later, he’d woken in disgrace, an his dragged through the media.She was dressed in a certain liquid gold gown tonight and it was flowing like sunlight over her figure.She laughed at something a man beside her said, then turned her head towards him and their eyes met.Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.Lucas’s grip tightened around his glass. He could almost hear Elise’s warning echo in his head.He had to walk away right now, to stay away from anything that could cause trouble.But still, he didn’t look away. He had to meet her…Lucas didn’t bother taking the long way around. He cut straight through the crowd, his gaze locked on her like a hunter who just spotted his prey.Floral watched him approach, a faint smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. When he stopped in front of he

Mr. Kingston sat stiffly in one of the roped-off VIP sections, the glittering chaos of the gala seeming distant despite the crystal chandeliers bathing the room in golden light. The moment Giovanni’s toast ended, he leaned slightly toward Elise, who had joined him, keeping his jaw tense but his eyes never leaving the crowd and most of all Giovanni.Elise, poised but visibly uneasy, especially after Giovanni’s toast.She turned to Mr. Kingston, keeping her voice low, her fingers drumming lightly against the stem of her wine glass.“Marco’s here too, I saw him with Aaron… Giovanni’s family as all here … and now he’s parading your name…our name in front of every power broker in the city. None of this feels casual,” she murmured, her gaze flicking toward the podium before returning to him.Mr. Kingston’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Giovanni never does anything casual,” he replied, voice heavy with meaning. “This… this is him setting the stage. But for what?”Elise’s eyes narrowed. She