Semua Bab The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Bab 61 - Bab 70

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine tugged at the hem of her dress, her movements sharp and irritated as she glanced at her reflection in the ornate mirror. Her hair was a mess—wild, tangled, and utterly incriminating. "Could you have been any rougher?" she snapped, gesturing to the chaos atop her head. "Once everyone sees me, they'll know exactly what happened here." Zayn, still buttoning his shirt, smirked as he leaned casually against the edge of the bed. "Who cares what they think?" he said dismissively, his tone light, almost teasing. "You can't really deny we had fun though." Katherine shot him a glare, her cheeks flushing despite herself."Ugh," she muttered, brushing past him as she reached for her shoes. Zayn chuckled, stepping closer, his movements slow and deliberate. He leaned in, aiming for a kiss on her cheek, but Katherine pushed his face away with a sharp hand. "Don't even try," she said, her voice firm, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. Zayn laughed, the s

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•"Why should I?" Katherine stared at Thea, her lips pressing into a thin line as she tried to suppress her frustration. “Why?” she repeated, more firmly this time, crossing her arms.Thea barely spared her a glance, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her phone screen. “Because, Katherine. You’re Zayn’s arm candy now. Which means you can’t go around in simple outfits anymore.”'Arm candy?' Katherine thought, mildly offended.“My clothes aren’t simple,” Katherine retorted, her voice clipped.“They’re definitely not,” Hailey chimed in, her tone sharp as she narrowed her eyes at Thea. “I picked those out, thank you very much.”Thea finally looked up, her gaze cool and unimpressed. “Really? What a waste,” she said flatly, her voice dripping with disinterest. “We can do infinitely better.”“What did you just say—” Hailey began, her tone rising, but Katherine quickly shot her a warning glare, silencing her mid-sentence. Hailey’s fists clenched at her sides, her face

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Hailey scoffed, crossing her arms as she shot Thea a glare. "Zayn Hogan's standards?" she repeated, voice dripping with disbelief. "Please. Katherine is beyond his standards. He's a playboy-everyone knows it."Thea barely reacted at first, her expression unreadable as she straightened in her seat. Then, with calm precision, she lifted her gaze to meet Hailey's. "You don't know Zayn personally," she said smoothly, her voice carrying just a hint of challenge. "You should stop reading those articles and tabloids. Some of the things written about Zayn aren't entirely true."Hailey let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, right, because a man with a reputation like his is just misunderstood?" Thea didn't flinch. "You'd be surprised how much the media twists reality to fit a narrative." Hailey opened her mouth to argue, but Katherine's voice called out from behind the changing curtain. "I'm almost ready!" Thea tilted her chin slightly, as if satisfied with the distrac

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Dear Willow,I hate to be that guy, but I told you so. When I said that Zayn Hogan and Katherine Donovan were a romantic relationship, you all thought I was just spinning tales for extra clicks and likes. But now there's more than enough evidence to the point, no one can deny they aren't lovers at this point.It feels so damn good being right...For context to those living under a rock, Katherine Donovan and Zayn Hogan attended Miss Dianne Jonathan' ninth divorce anniversary... together! (gasps)Now you might the thinking, anyone could escort anyone to fancy rich people party with them being all kissy, kissy.But sources say that when asked about their relationship, Zayn Hogan confirmed they were infact dating.Which is great–for me that is, guys...the drama!!!!Sources also say Castiel Mikaelson could get his eyes off his ex-wife Katherine, when her look alike was standing right beside him, leading to an argument to which Caroline Donovan leaves the function without

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine hesitated, her fork resting lightly against the edge of her plate as she studied Zayn. He had said it so simply—She’s gone—but there was weight beneath those words, an unspoken grief that lingered in the quiet space between them. “I’m sorry,” she said again, softer this time, truly meaning it. "I had no idea."She knew of Zayn's father's death, although she didn't know the cause of it...but she never knew Zayn had lost his mother as well.Her heart ached, Zayn was an orphan.Zayn gave a small shake of his head. “It’s alright,” he murmured, taking a slow sip of his wine. But Katherine couldn’t just let it sit there. She wanted to understand. “What happened?” she asked, her voice careful, almost hesitant. Zayn exhaled, setting his glass down with steady precision. “She was sick,” he said, his gaze distant now, as if he was looking at something far beyond the confines of his penthouse. “Breast cancer. She fought it for years, but in the end…” He trailed