บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The grand ballroom stood majestically before Katherine, its gleaming mahogany doors reflecting the luxury that awaited inside. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the distant sounds of an orchestra floated into the refreshing night air, a melodic elegance that sent pleasant shivers down her spine. Yet, the excitement wasn't solely attributed to the chilly autumn evening. Her heart raced in her chest, a rapid tempo that contrasted sharply with the calm exterior she had so carefully constructed. She looked stunning, a true vision of sophistication. Her sleek black gown, with lace intricately interwoven with glimmering threads of gold, fit her body like a glove, exuding a subtle allure against her fair skin. The bodice, masterfully designed, showcased her figure in a daring tube style, highlighting her confidence and hinted at the strength she held within. A flirty slit at the hem revealed just a glimpse of her creamy thigh, suggesting hidden depths just out of sight

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The air crackled with a forced merriment as the party went on, a symphony of clinking glasses and polite chatter that did little to mask the undercurrent of veiled gossip and veiled judgments. Caroline stood amidst the throng, a picture of perfect composure, yet a storm brewed within her. "Congrats on your upcoming wedding!" Dianne, a middle-aged woman with a face that was perpetually plastered in a wide grin, grabbed Caroline's hands and squeezed them as if they were delicate teacups. "It's just so exciting! Oh, my, you look absolutely radiant, darling!" She gushed, her voice a high-pitched squeal that cut through the orchestra's gentle melody. Caroline could feel a knot of tension tightening in her stomach. Dianne was the type who treated every social event like a theatrical performance, a woman who seemed to believe her own over-the-top pronouncements. "Thank you, Mrs. Smith," Caroline responded with a carefully practiced smile, a practiced smile that held a h

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• The air was thick with unexpressed tension as Katherine stood before Caroline and Castiel, her arrival as unexpected as a rogue wave at a serene beach. Their faces, marked with surprise, showed just how unexpected her visit was, an expression she wished she had captured on her phone to share with her best friend, Hailey, for a laugh. "Why do you both look so surprised to see me?" Katherine asked playfully. "You sent me a wedding invite, so of course, I had to come back to Willow Haven!" She gestured to the vast estate, where the well-kept lawns and grand facade hadn’t changed over the years. It held many memories for Katherine, both sweet and bitter, representing a past she thought she had left behind. A heavy silence hung in the air, filled with unspoken thoughts that Katherine couldn’t ignore. "You know," she continued with a touch of bitterness, "when I found you two in my bed, I knew divorce was on the horizon. But I never thought you’d actually go through with m

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• “I guess you’re the birthday boy,” Katherine said, her voice a soft whisper. She looked at the figure casually leaning against the railing, silhouetted by the moonlight. “Shouldn't you be inside with the others, enjoying your special day?” A sigh escaped Zayn, as gentle as the night breeze. He glanced at the door, his face twisting into a slight grimace before he turned back to Katherine. “I’m not really a fan of… parties. Castiel insisted on throwing this one.” Katherine chuckled lightly, her laughter blending with the city's nighttime lull. She understood where he was coming from. “So, you’re going to skip the grand masquerade gala of the year, your own birthday celebration, no less?” Zayn’s smile was charming, a gradual curve of his lips reflecting the city's gentle slope. He leaned against the railing, mirroring her stance, and reduced the distance between them. “Yes, I actually prefer being out here with you… the crying lady.” Katherine laughed out loud, a genu

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SMUT, READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 SHOULD NOT INTERACT. PLEASE SKIP TO CHAPTER 22!⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The kiss was hot and rough, filled with drunken passion and bliss. Katherine felt his tongue glide over hers as the kiss deepened. She ran her fingers through his perfectly styled brown hair as she moaned, he pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him. His hands slowly roaming her body through her black gown from her back, her hips and her ass. "So beautiful...so, so beautiful." Zayn mumbled, voice thick and deep with lust as he began kissing and sucking her neck, Katherine relished in the feeling of him touching her, feeling her so tenderly yet firmly. Zayn did not hesitate to palm her full supple breasts through the material, he groaned as he felt the softness of the flesh through his fingertips and licked his lips. Katherine grabbed his shoulders with one hand and grabbed his jaw with the other, lifting his head off her shoulder and press