Semua Bab The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Bab 71 - Bab 80

AUTHOR'S NOTE: WHY HELLO THERE... I HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS LITTLE NOVEL IVE GOT GOING ON.THIS IS A HUGE THANKS TO THOSE WHO HAVE SUPPORTED THIS BOOK WITH GIFTS AND UNLOCKING CHAPTERS. SO THANK YOU (⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)BY DOING THIS YOU ARE ENCOURAGING ME GREATLY AND IM VERY GRATEFUL.PLEASE CONTINUE TO DO SO AND SHARE THIS NOVEL TO THOSE YOU KNOW WOULD ENJOY IT.DON'T FORGET OR HESITATE TO LEAVE A COMMENT ON YOUR THOUGHTS OR LEAVE A GIFT.I LOVE YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, MWAH ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine left the kitchen, her footsteps quiet against the polished floors as she made her way toward the sofa. The warmth from the dinner lingered, filling the penthouse with a softness she hadn’t expected. She lowered herself onto the plush couch, sighing slightly as she sank into its comfort. Zayn followed, settling beside her with effortless ease. He poured her another glass of wine, the rich crimson liquid swirling in the crystal glass before he handed it to her. Katherine took it, her fing

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•“Fuck,” he groaned quietly, his head falling back against the headboard, fingers curling into the sheets. But even as the curse slipped past his lips, there was a gentleness in the way he cupped the back of her head, guiding her but never forcing, letting her set her own pace. “Just like that…”Katherine hummed against him, the vibrations of her voice made him hiss through his teeth. His approval fuelled her, makes her more eager to please him, and she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she started to bob her head, tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. The weight of him filled Katherine's mouth, every inch of him stretching her lips, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her as her chin became slick with spit.She really was a slut underneath that good girl exterior, wasn't she?Her hands came up, fingers wrapping around the base of Zayn's cock as she pumped what she couldn't take in her mouth, and it was intoxicating—the sound of her wet mouth wor

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine stared at the message for a moment longer, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, uncertainty still lingering. She had spent years ignoring Caroline—blocking her out, pretending that the wounds left by her twin sister had healed over. But now, here she was, agreeing to meet her. Why?Maybe curiosity. Maybe a need to confront what had always been left unsaid. Or maybe—just maybe—a part of her wanted to hear what Caroline had to say, even if she wasn’t sure she’d believe it. She exhaled, fingers finally moving, typing out the response in quick, precise strokes. "See you at 11." She hit send. The message disappeared into the void, and just like that, the meeting was set. Katherine placed her phone down with more force than necessary, her appetite suddenly gone despite the delicious meal she had just finished. No matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, today wasn’t going to be simple. And somehow—she already knew that whatever

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine kept her gaze steady, fingers wrapped loosely around her coffee cup, as Caroline leaned forward slightly, exhaling as though preparing for something weighty. The café around them continued on, untouched by the thick tension that lingered between the two sisters. Conversations hummed softly, the scent of roasted beans wrapping around them, the occasional clink of ceramic against polished wood punctuating the air. But in this moment, there was only Caroline. And her carefully crafted words. “I know I’ve done awful things, Kathy,” she said, voice lower now, softer, tinged with something fragile—something performative. Katherine said nothing. Caroline inhaled, her fingers curling around her coffee, gripping it just tight enough to make her appear uneasy—as if struggling with this confession. “I don’t expect you to believe me,” she continued, shaking her head slightly, gaze dropping momentarily before refocusing on Katherine. “But I need you to hear m

WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE.⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Caroline leaned forward slightly, her fingers absently tracing patterns against the rim of her cup, eyes shining with intrigue as she continued unfolding the tangled history Katherine never knew. “It started years before either of them were born,” Caroline explained, voice soft but deliberate, as though revealing some ancient secret. “Frederick—Zayn’s father—was in love with Brianna, Castiel’s mother. She was his college sweetheart, the one person he actually wanted to be with.” Katherine remained still, listening, absorbing each word as the weight of Caroline’s confession settled deeper into her mind. “But their families had other plans,” Caroline continued, exhaling as though sympathizing with the past. “Frederick was expected to marry Audrey—Zayn’s mother. It was arranged, something their parents orchestrated for business, for alliances, for stability. Not love.” The words carried a bitterness Katherine recognized, an echo of som