All Chapters of Revenge Of my Ex- Mother In Law: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

VICTORIA’S POVThe next morning, the internet was ablaze with news about me , and Marcus Vale, a well-known tycoon as well. The headlines screamed that before the bridge contract was awarded to Caldwell Enterprises, I was spotted leaving a hotel room with him….. Fuck!! They also claimed we were seen checking into hotels in Spain and some small town in Montana.The accusations hit like a tidal wave. People assumed I’d sold my body to secure the contract . I’d proudly declared I won fair and square in my speech. My PR team at Caldwell Enterprises scrambled to squash the story, but it was like fighting a hydra. No matter how much we paid media outlets, the posts vanished for a minute at most before resurfacing at the top of trending news. Someone was working at our back but who?, fanning the flames. Comments flooded in. Some defended me, insisting I wasn’t that kind of woman. They pointed out that since my divorce from Henry Caldwell twenty years ago, I’d poured my heart into my

ETHAN'S POV I barged into Amelia’s office, my blood boiling. She was seated right behind her desk, and she was engrossed in a document,and her pen moving with fast The moment the door swung open, her eyes flicked up, locking onto mine. “It’s alright, Lucas,” she said coolly to her assistant. “You can leave.”Lucas bowed and slipped out, leaving us alone. I marched toward her desk, my fists clenched. Amelia barely acknowledged me, her gaze dropping back to her work. “You know, Mr. Caldwell,” she said, her voice sharp, “there’s a reason they invented the word ‘knocking.’ It’s so people like you can show some basic etiquette.”Her words stung, throwing my own past lecture back in my face. I forced a smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “Why are you doing it?”“Doing what?” She glanced up, her expression unreadable.“ Stop playing dumb, Amelia,” I snapped, slamming my hand on her desk. The impact echoed in the room, but she barely flinched, her composure infuriatingly intact. “W

ETHAN'S POVWalking outside the office, Lucas and the others met me standing in front of my door. I was watching them, and the girl looked at me too. She stopped walking, prompting the older woman to call out, “Let’s go, dear.”“Mm hmm,” she nodded.She kept looking at me like she wanted to come over and talk, but Lucas held her back. “Please, Ms. Etha, your mom wants you at home. We shouldn’t delay, Shall we go now?” she looked at him with her beautiful gray eyes, and he seemed startled. He glanced up at me, still watching them like a hawk, not stepping closer but unable to look away.“Good afternoon, sir. I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you while you were in the office,” the elderly woman said with a smile.I nodded, hands in my pockets, but said nothing. My gaze stayed on the little girl, who stared back with the same intensity.“What are you doing, Clara?” Lucas whispered.“What? I’m just sharing a simple greeting,” she whispered back.“Well, stop. We have to leave before ma’am co

CLARA’S POVAs I opened the door, I saw Etha, lying on the bed,she lifted her head. A soft sigh escaped her lips when she saw me, “Hi, Nana Clara.”“Hello, my dear,” I said warmly, stepping into the room. “What are you doing?”“What can I be doing?” Etha replied with another sigh, sitting up on the bed. “Where’s Mommy?”“Oh, dear, she left a while ago,” I said, settling beside her on the bed. My heart twinged as I recalled the words I’d overheard between Etha and Amelia about feeling at home here. “I heard what you said to your mommy, about feeling at home here. Is that true?” Etha let out a deep sigh, her gray eyes meeting mine. “Are you going to behave just like Mom did?”“Of course not,” I reassured her, gently running my fingers through her pitch-black hair. A secret I’d kept for too long stirred in my mind. “Do you want to hear a secret?” Her face brightened, a giggle bubbling up. “What is it? You know I love hearing about secrets.”“Sure you do,” I said, pinching her no

ETHA’S POV I took the piece of paper from Nana Clara like it was a priceless treasure, and to me, it truly was. I’d dreamt of my father so many times, but I’d never had the chance to meet him or even describe what he might look like. Now, suddenly, I found a way to contact him, a treasure beyond measure. “So I’m to call him?” I asked, my voice trembling with hope.“Etha, darling, you’re a smart girl. Figure it out,” Clara said with a knowing smile. “Now I must go. I have a feeling your mom is already on her way. And dear, no matter what happens, you must never let your mom know about this. You have to play along. She must never know you’re talking or meeting with him, at least not until you’ve built a bond with him, and he’s ready to fight for you. Of course, your mother will fight for you too, but that’s when you give them a condition. To have you, they both must learn to get along, you know, something like that.”“You’ve really thought this out,Nana Clara,” I giggled, my heart l