All Chapters of Revenge Of my Ex- Mother In Law: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

RHIANNA'S POV●●⁠●⁠●I sat upright on the floor with a bottle of alcoholic drink in my hold, laughing so hard I nearly hit my head on the couch. And with music blasting, people dancing, and drinks spilling everywhere, I smirked, loving the atmosphere already.The door opened and I froze…“Rhianna!”I looked up, squinting through the haze of alcohol at the mere sight of Freddie. He wasn't alone though, for Etha was standing right behind him like an helpless barbie doll.“Oh, look who decided to join my party,” I slurred, shaking the bottle.“Rhianna… what is this?” Freddie’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tight.“This is fun. C'mon, join us.” I hiccuped and leaned back on my elbow.Etha rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath. “I can’t deal with this.” Then she just turned and walked away, climbing the stairs like she didn't see me at all.I laughed at her, shouting after her. “Going upstairs already? Don’t be such a spoilsport!”Freddie’s gaze snapped back to me, blazing now. “Rhianna!

LISA’S POV●●●I rolled my eyes and turned toward the doctor. “You know what? Forget it. I’ll handle this myself. Come on, Michael, we’re leaving.” “Lisa, are you serious? You can’t just…” He gave me a confused look. “I said come on.” I cut him off, already reaching for his hand.The doctor stepped forward. “Ma’am, you can’t take him out in this condition. He needs medical attention.”I gave her a sharp look. “He’ll get it. Just not here. You’ve wasted enough time already.”Before she could say another word, I helped him up from the bed. He winced but didn’t argue. We walked out, his arm still bleeding lightly. I ignored the nurse calling after us as I pushed open the clinic doors.Once we got outside, the driver from earlier was still there. “Back to the mansion,” I said, opening the backseat door.“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded quickly.I helped Michael get in first, then slid in beside him. He leaned his head back, looking pale but still conscious. I folded my arms, staring out the win

LISA’S POV●●●●I couldn’t stop thinking about Xavier after he went upstairs. He looked completely off. He looked so drained, making it pretty obvious that something was actually eating him up.Michael sat back on the couch, still holding the remote control, pretending to be watching the match again, despite the tension between us hanging thick.“I should go check on him,” I said finally, standing up.“You sure that’s a good idea? He didn’t look like he wanted to talk to anyone.” Michael turned to me.“I know, but I can’t just sit here and act like nothing’s wrong.”He gave a small nod. “Alright. Go on then.”I headed toward the stairs quietly, my hand brushing the rail as I climbed, each step creaking a little under my foot. I stopped in front of his door, hesitated for a second, then knocked gently.“Xavier? It’s me… Lisa. Can I come in?”There was no response from him at all…I sighed and pushed the door open a bit. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees

LISA’S POV●⁠●⁠●⁠●⁠●Michael and I sat on the couch, our eyes glued to the TV. He had that kind of smile that made watching football look way too serious. Every time his team got close to scoring, he’d lean forward like the game depended on his heartbeat.“Come on, pass it, pass it!” he shouted, half-rising from the couch.I laughed, shaking my head. “You act like you’re the coach.”He smirked and turned to me. “You don’t understand football. This is passion, not just a game.”“Yeah, right,” I teased. “You call yelling at the screen passion?”“Exactly.” He grinned, relaxing back into the couch. “If you’re not shouting, you’re not watching it right.”I chuckled. “I’ll take notes next time.”The room felt light and warm. It’d been so long since I laughed this much. Michael had a way of keeping the energy calm, even when he was loud. We shared a few jokes, passing the popcorn bowl back and forth.We both laughed again…Then my phone buzzed.The ringtone cut through our laughter. I reache

ETHA'S POV●●●●~MONTHS LATER~ I stayed seated in the bedroom for a moment, staring at the reflection of myself in the mirror, before rising tall to my feet to head out; down the stairs and past the opulent living room. It was time to resume my education at the tertiary institution, and since I had just given birth to a little princess as Priscilla, I felt this was the perfect moment to rebuild my life and chase my dreams once more. "Mom, I don't want to stay here. I want to go with you." Priscilla slowly stepped away from Freddie, who stood close to his pregnant wife, Rhianna. The deal was to get pregnant and bear him a male heir, but since my child turned out to be a girl, everything changed. He became cold, ruthless, and ended whatever bond or contract we thought we had. And soon enough, Rhianna too will give birth to her child. And if the child turns out to be a boy, Freddie would be crowned the next emperor, while she would ascend as empress, as already, the emperor had died a