All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Just before they reached the building where Zayn's penthouse was located, Katherine had her second exhilarating orgasm of the night, cumming straight into Zayn's mouth who gripped her hips firmly, pinning her down to his car seat as he lapped up her her juices.Katherine was a total wreck, strands of her hair was sticking out in every direction as Zayn removed his face from in between her thighs and flashed her a oddly innocent grin then licked his lips as if he had just eaten the best meal of his entire life. "You like that?" He said, like a kid who was excited to hear what his mother thought about his drawing. Katherine was so mind blown that all she could do was nod slowly as she panted. How did he expect her to reply?'What a strange man...' She thought."We have arrived." Said the world's most professional driver, who hadn't taken a single peek at what had been going on behind him. The car came to a stop in front of a skyscraper so tall there was no way she could

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine released a sigh, sinking back into the plush leather of the taxi as she left Zayn's penthouse. The driver, a grizzled man with a weathered face, shot her a curious glance through the rearview mirror. It wasn't hard to see why. She looked like she'd stepped straight out of a red carpet gala, an improbable sight on a regular Sunday morning. "Where to?" he asked gruffly, starting the engine with a rumble that vibrated through the car. "23, Ernest Avenue," Katherine replied, pulling out her phone. A wave of amusement washed over her as she saw the barrage of missed calls from Hailey. Seventeen, to be exact, along with a few frantic texts asking if she was okay. She knew she was in for a grilling when she got home. Hailey's worry, she could tell, had reached a level that would make this particular scolding session a rather unpleasant experience.Opening the messages, Katherine quickly typed a brief response, reassuring Hailey she was fine and would be home in th

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•The warm glow of the television illuminated Hailey’s face as she devoured popcorn, her eyes glued to the screen. The familiar soundtrack of “One Tree Hill” filled the small living room, a nostalgic soundtrack to their evening. The air crackled with a comfortable tension, the unspoken understanding between them palpable. “Whatchu watching?” Katherine asked, leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, a playful smirk gracing her lips. Hailey’s eyes, still captivated by the drama unfolding on the screen, barely flickered as she replied, “One Tree Hill.” “You and your obsession with these old highschool tv shows,” Katherine teased, rolling her eyes playfully. “Hey, Chad Michael Murray was the shit back then in the early two thousands for us girlies,” Hailey retorted, tossing a piece of popcorn in her mouth, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Katherine let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “Really now?” she countered, ra

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•"I just got off the phone with the wedding planner," Caroline announced as she stepped into the mansion's study. The soft glow from the fireplace cast her silhouette in a warm, flickering light, highlighting the elegance of her rose gold silky nightgown. The fabric clung to her figure, accentuating her curves with effortless grace. Her short, wavy dark hair framed her sharp features, the soft waves gleaming under the ambient light.The study itself exuded sophistication—a seamless blend of medieval charm and modern luxury. Floor-to-ceiling shelves lined with old, leather-bound books flanked the room, their spines embossed with gilded titles. A roaring fire crackled in the marble fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the dark wood paneling and the ornate red Persian rug that spanned the floor. A globe bar and antique brass desk clock adorned the room, lending it a timeless grandeur. Castiel stood near the grand arched window, his back to her, gazing into the night be

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine stirred awake, her body heavy with the sluggishness of interrupted sleep. Blinking groggily, she realized she had dozed off in her room with the TV still on. The soft glow of the screen cast muted, flickering lights across the walls, the faint hum of a late-night sitcom now replaced by the infomercials of the early morning.Katherine released a yawn as she turned the TV off.The golden light of the morning sun seeped in through the partially drawn curtains, bathing the room in a warm, gentle hue. The quietness of the Monday morning was almost oppressive, broken only by the faint chirping of birds outside. It was the kind of peace that felt more like an echo of emptiness rather than a source of comfort. Katherine sighed as the weight of solitude settled over her, a hollow ache stirring in her chest despite the serenity of the moment.She glanced over at the bedside clock—9:46 a.m. Hailey was long gone, already at her job in the flower shop, leaving the apartmen