All Chapters of Making Her Ex-husband Regret : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Logan paced his room, his steps forceful and heavy, each one leaving an angry thud behind it. Christa was on the bed and was also in a foul mood of her own. Logan’s words at the party painted the picture that he would willingly toss her aside if it meant that he got to be with Marybeth and that was completely unacceptable. She would not be tossed aside like trash. She had thought Logan was like all men she had come across, weak to a pretty and helpless woman and she had planned to milk him of that. To monopolize his attention and his money, she had ruined his marriage, made him neglect his wife and son and that in turn had led to the death of his child, though it’s not like it was a difficult thing to do, if anything it had been relatively easy because Logan had still been hung up on her, so her return was like him getting back something that had been taken away from him. Logan was a way for her to enjoy life after her previous plans had been ruined. The man she had run away with had

LILLIANA’S POVThe bang echoed through the field. That’s right I was on a field now. Killian didn’t trust that I wouldn’t accidentally shoot the people in the shooting range so we came here instead. Training was a bitch. And it seemed he was even more determined than ever.“You’re missing the target again. I thought you were getting better at this.” He said from behind me, arms crossed.“Well, I guess you thought wrong then.” I shrugged, placing the gun back on the table next to me, “I don’t think shooting is really my style.”“You’d be wise to make it your style, or else you might turn up dead when the time comes.” He replied casually.“Who exactly are we fighting?” I asked, turning to face him.The sun was behind us, shining brightly on him, accentuating his features and his hooded eyes which appeared dark against the ethereal glow the light was providing him.“We’ve been training for weeks on end, I hardly have time for myself or to even see my friends so I think it is only right t

Logan paced his room, his steps forceful and heavy, each one leaving an angry thud behind it. Christa was on the bed and was also in a foul mood of her own. Logan’s words at the party painted the picture that he would willingly toss her aside if it meant that he got to be with Marybeth and that was completely unacceptable. She would not be tossed aside like trash. She had thought Logan was like all men she had come across, weak to a pretty and helpless woman and she had planned to milk him of that. To monopolize his attention and his money, she had ruined his marriage, made him neglect his wife and son and that in turn had led to the death of his child, though it’s not like it was a difficult thing to do, if anything it had been relatively easy because Logan had still been hung up on her, so her return was like him getting back something that had been taken away from him. Logan was a way for her to enjoy life after her previous plans had been ruined. The man she had run away with had

Logan paced his room, his steps forceful and heavy, each one leaving an angry thud behind it. Christa was on the bed and was also in a foul mood of her own. Logan’s words at the party painted the picture that he would willingly toss her aside if it meant that he got to be with Marybeth and that was completely unacceptable. She would not be tossed aside like trash. She had thought Logan was like all men she had come across, weak to a pretty and helpless woman and she had planned to milk him of that. To monopolize his attention and his money, she had ruined his marriage, made him neglect his wife and son and that in turn had led to the death of his child, though it’s not like it was a difficult thing to do, if anything it had been relatively easy because Logan had still been hung up on her, so her return was like him getting back something that had been taken away from him. Logan was a way for her to enjoy life after her previous plans had been ruined. The man she had run away with had

Marybeth shot up out of bed. An unfamiliar mattress, though of high quality, an unfamiliar wallpaper, and an unfamiliar room. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in Cassian’s car. Cassian. She could feel her face getting hot as the images of what they did, or rather, almost did in the car, raced through her mind. How far would they have gone had he not received that phone call, she wondered, his driver was in the car with them. She didn’t realize she was such a wanton woman, easily swayed by her desires. But if she was being honest with herself, she had held back greatly around Cassian. Lately, she would find her mind wandering off with only the thoughts of him consuming her. Heck, even things that remotely carried his scent had her searching for him in the crowd. It was hard to believe that he occupied her mind so much. It was starting to scare her, understandably so, because it was starting to feel like how she felt in the early stages