All Chapters of The EX-Wife Returns : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Vanessa nodded frantically, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Yes, yes... please, Rory." Rory smiled against her skin before lowering his head and giving her what she craved. His tongue licked a broad stripe along her slit, gathering her wetness. Vanessa cried out, her hips bucking as pleasure coursed through her. "Oh God, Rory... yes!" she gasped, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Rory hummed in approval, the vibration sending tremors through Vanessa's body. He focused on her clit, sucking and laving the sensitive bud until Vanessa was writhing beneath him. "Rory... I'm so close... please!" she begged, her voice high and desperate. Rory slipped a finger inside her, curling it to hit that sweet spot as he continued to lavish attention on her clit. Vanessa's breath hitched, her muscles tensing as the coil of pleasure tightened inside her. "Oh fuck... Rory!" she screamed, her body arching off the bed as the orgasm crashed over her. Waves of pleasure washed through her, leavi

The café was disgustingly cheerful. Sunlight danced through the windows like this was some kind of happy musical, not the scene of a soon-to-be murder-by-words. Calla sat in a corner, sipping her tea like a queen on a throne that wasn't technically hers yet. Neva lurked nearby, the silent, deadly to Calla's sunshine-and-sass persona. At precisely 2 PM, the door opened and Vanessa slunk in. She looked like she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards by a particularly judgmental cat. Her eyes were puffy, her designer outfit was wrinkled, and her aura screamed "defeated." "You summoned me?" Vanessa sneered, collapsing into the chair opposite Calla without an invitation. "What does the homewrecker want now? A tutorial on how to properly steal a man?" Calla took a slow, deliberate sip of tea, letting the silence stretch until it was uncomfortable. "Darling, you can't wreck a home that was already condemned and crawling with termites. But since you brought it up, let's discuss you sig

The airport was loud and full of people rushing everywhere. Sounds of announcements and rolling suitcases filled the air. Vanessa stood completely still in the middle of all the movement. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her ears. Rory saw the look on her face and immediately moved closer to her. His whole body became tense, ready to protect her from whatever was wrong. "Vincenzo," Vanessa finally whispered the name. It came out so quiet, like she was afraid to say it too loud. The man in front of them smiled. It was a slow, unpleasant smile that didn't reach his cold eyes. "Vanessa Lancaster," he said smoothly. "What a surprise to see you here of all places." Vanessa felt her hands begin to shake. She tried to keep her voice steady. "What are you doing here, Vincenzo? Why are you at the airport?" "Oh I just arrived and I was expecting your call," Vincenzo said. His eyes moved down her body, stopping at her stomach. "But it looks like you decided to run away

They left the office together, telling Neva and Mateo they would be back later. During the car ride, Killian began explaining the basics. "Remember," he said, keeping his eyes on the road but his focus on her, "in any game, whether it's cards or business or life, there are always tells. Little signs that show what someone is really thinking or planning. The key is learning to spot them." "What kind of tells?" Calla asked, genuinely curious. "Some are physical," Killian explained. "A person might touch their face when they're lying, or their breathing might change when they're nervous. Others are patterns, the way they bet, when they choose to play or fold. You have to watch everything." Soon they arrived at a large, elegant casino. The bright lights and sounds of slot machines filled the air. Calla looked around, taking in the crowded tables and intense expressions of the players. "Where should we start?" she asked, feeling a little overwhelmed. Killian took her hand. "Let

Killian stood tall and strong in the middle of Alfredo's big office. Alfredo Lancaster sat behind his huge wooden desk. His face was bright red with anger. "Killian!" Alfredo yelled, hitting his desk so hard the papers jumped. "You made a promise to me! You said you would find my business enemy! You swore you would find the person who is selling the tequila drugs! Where are they? You have failed me completely!" Killian did not move or show any fear. His voice was steady and powerful. "I don't care about finding that person for you anymore, Alfredo. I am finished with this useless search. I will not do it." Alfredo's eyes opened wide in shock. He jumped up from his chair, his whole body shaking with mad anger. "What did you just say to me? You can't just stop! If you do this, you will start a big war between us!" Killian smiled, but it wasn't a nice smile. It was the smile of a man who would not take any more bad treatment. "Maybe you haven't seen the truth, Alfredo, but this tequi