All Chapters of Reborn: A Devil’s Deal to Ruin My Ex-Husband: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Mrs. Jones exhaled exhaustedly, her mind preparing for whatever it was that Antonio would say when he got back home to see that she had allowed the grandmother into the house to turn it upside down in the name of preparing for the wedding. But she was sure not to allow anyone into his room.The house was buzzing with gentle energy, a team of decorators fluttered around with different boxes as the planner measured the living room.“ We could book a venue for all these,” she heard the planner say to grandmother, who stood at the center, with her silver hair neatly curled, her pearl necklace resting against a rose-patterned blouse.Her eyes were warm and twinkling with excitement, grinning ear to ear as she scanned the apartment like a general overseeing a battlefield of love.“ Mrs. Jones,” one of the decorators called, pulling her gaze away from the grandmother as they approached her with a box of customized couple mugs, robes, pyjamas, and flip flops.“ Here,” she took them to where t

“ Even though we've come to an agreement to no party, I'm not in agreement with you to end things with her.” Ruby glared back at him, her lips quivering and eyes flashing with hurt. She could feel her heart racing with anger. ‘ How could he say that? What is wrong with him? Is he really after my life? As if getting married to a woman like that isn't enough to hurt my feelings and discipline,’ Ruby fumed in her mind. “ Antonio,” she called, anger laced in her voice, “ Did you have idea what you're saying right now?” Antonio smiled gently. A smile so beautiful and genuine that it made Ruby's heart sink. She's never seen him smile like that, but what he was smiling about makes her feel worse. “ I have absolute idea of what I'm saying,” he said softly, “ and you got your information wrong,” “ Hm?” “ Eloise is only married to me,” he corrected. Ruby sat looking confused, including Mrs. Jones who is now both confused and curious. “ She's not married to another man,” “

“ Ahhh…,” Tamara screamed, anger boiling through her veins. Her breath ragged and eyes blurred with tears. She sat outside the gate, knees throbbing, scalp burning, breath caught somewhere between ragged sobs and disbelieving gasps. It was hard to believe that something like this would ever happen to her. Not from anybody not to talk from her best friend. She had dragged her. By the hair. Like a rabid animal. In front of people. Tamara’s lips trembled along with her hands. Her chest burned with humiliation, her scraped and bleeding palm could not bleed out the rage and embarrassment. How dare she! She screamed again. She was supposed to be her underling, Eloise was supposed to be her rag, her doormat whom she gets to decide what fate she'd have. But now, the one who's supposed to be at her feet had dragged her by the hair and humiliated her. Tamara quickly stood up, rage seething through her veins, her hands trembling to break anything and everything as her whole body shook.

“ I should have held it in…,” Eloise muffled a scream into the pillow and tossed around the bed in embarrassment. “ What was I thinking?” she cried and pulled her tousled hair over her face as she sat up, “ Crying all over him like some pathetic lady.” She groaned falling back into the bed, wishing the ground would just open and hide her away from Antonio. “ I can never face him again,” she told herself, knowing Antonio's personality. “ How will I even face him? I'm sure the moment I step out of this room and he sees me, if he doesn't laugh and say I look ugly when I cry, he'd be like,” she twitched her lips and mimicked Antonio's deep voice, “ What are you going to do about my shirt that you ruined with all your tears and Mucus…..arghhhhh.” She groaned and cried with only sound and no tears and dragged the duvet over her head. She was still groaning when her mind flashed back to the look in his eyes, and she stilled, slowly pulling the duvet to her nose. Her lips parted

“ Would you believe me if I kissed you right now?” His heart thudded against his ribs as his gaze met hers. He felt it—under his fingers—her tremble. The soft gasp that slipped past her lips. The wild rhythm of her pulse beneath his thumb.He hadn’t meant to pull her this close. Okay… maybe he had. But he hadn’t expected that look in her eyes.Not fear. Not hatred. Something worse.Something dangerous. Something that said, ’I won’t pull away if you do.’And that thought was driving him insane.It took everything in him not to give in, not to devour her lips, not to strip her down and make her his until she couldn’t remember her own name.He always had control. His rules were simple, no softness, no strings, no distractions.Because no one had ever been worth breaking them for.He didn’t think he had feelings. But now… he wasn’t so sure.Her lips parted slightly, like an invitation he knew he shouldn’t accept. Because once he did…there’d be no going back. No hiding. Not from her. Not