All Chapters of Reborn: A Devil’s Deal to Ruin My Ex-Husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“ I'll make your ex-husband regret you ever existed.”Eloise felt a cold rush run through her spine, the hair on her skin stood, and her heart raced. When he said that, how he said it, how dark and dangerous the tone is, the promise laced in it, all made her shiver.Antonio had said many things to her, some that never got to her, some she knew so well they were just to rile her up, get on her nerves, tease her, just anything to make her glare at him. Like when he told her he isn't ready to lift her skirt, she knew he said that because of who was present even though it pissed her off. When he once told Mrs Jones that she was his girl, and the nickname ‘ Sweetheart ‘ which he calls her each time he wants to tease her or he's being sarcastic.None of these did she ever take seriously; they were only pure tease from an infuriating man who wants nothing but to always get under her skin.But this…doesn't sound like he was teasing, or he wanted to get on her nerves again.Her eyes stared int

“ What?! ,” Laera exclaimed in shock as her widened eyes fixed on Eloise like she had just spouted something so impossible. “ Are you serious?” Laera sought confirmation, with her eyes still widened. “ Hm mm.”Eloise nodded. Laera gasped, covering her mouth with her palm. Her eyes clouded with disbelief, shock, happiness, and a wave of guilt that hit all at once. “ Are you okay?” she asked, sounding more worried as she genuinely cared for her, even though a huge part of her was glad about Eloise's decision. “ I'm perfectly fine,” Eoise replied with a tiny smile plastered on her face. “ Can't believe you’d ever want to divorce him,” Laera said, the joy in her finally creeping onto her face. Even though this was the shortest period of marriage she's ever heard. Eloise and Mason had only been married for a month, but he had already cheated on her. ‘ That sleazebag,’ Laera cussed under her breath. “ Honestly babes, I'm totally in support of whatever you do, as long as it makes yo

“ What's going on? Is Eloise going to be okay?” Laera asked Oliver who stood by her side, his fingers dialing contacts, his face tightened with seriousness. He stepped a little further away to receive another call. The moment Antonio rushed out of the company at the mention of Luther’s name, panic set in. And the fact that no one was saying anything only deepened her fear. After several calls with someone she doesn't know, Oliver finally turned to her, stepping closer with his eyes fixed on her. He stopped just in front of her and exhaled, seeing her face contorted with fear and worries shows how close she was with Eloise. Seems they are best of friends. “ Calm down Laera, Eloise would be fine, Antonio would be there anytime soon,” “ Why don't we head there also, what if..what would happen to Eloise…if…if Antonio didn't get there on time?” Oliver's face dropped. She saw him swallow and his eyes darting. Laera's palm got more sweaty and her heart skipped so hard. “ Say someth

The moment Antonio saw her, half naked, trembling, soaked in silent tears—something primal snapped inside him. When he looked back at Luther, it wasn't a man standing there anymore, it was wrath in human form. A growl tore from his throat as he charged across the room like a storm unchained. Luther's smirk hadn't faded before Antonio's fist slammed into his jaw with a sickening crack that echoed off the walls. Luther flew backward, knocking into the glass table with a crash. Blood spurted from his mouth as he groaned, looking dazed. “ Don't move,” Antonio snarled, stalking forward like death itself, causing Luther to tremble. “ Breath wrong, and I'll shatter your skull.” Ghost stood by the door with his eyes lowered and his jaw clenched. Luther coughed, spitting out blood. “ You. You can't touch me,” he shook his head, “ you know who I…,” Another punch silenced him, this time to the ribs, followed by another one to the stomach that had Luther screaming in agony. Anto

Content warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual content and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Do not mistake this scene for romance.****The coldness in the boardroom was accompanied by silence. The long glass table gleamed under the overhead lights, but the reminder of failure lingers.Seated at the head of the table is Mason, alone in the room he had always dreamed of ruling. To have everything under his control. But here he was, with his suit wrinkled, his tie hanging loose around his neck like a noose he couldn't decide whether to tighten or rip off. His shirt was slightly untucked, his hair disheveled as if he'd run his hand through it a hundred times too many. Sweat clung to his brow, not from heat, but from stress, rage, and a boiling sense of defeat.He leaned forward in the leather chair, elbows on the table, knuckles white from his tightly clenched fists. His jaw ticked. His eyes, red-rimmed and dark with exhaustion as he stared into space