บททั้งหมดของ Revenge Of my Ex- Mother In Law: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

VICTORIA'S POV●●●●It was time for my fellow inmates to be sentenced to death by hanging. Certainly, we don't share the same fate, as I wasn't going to be hanged to death like them because of Marcus's intervention, even though my crimes were worse than theirs.Watching them could have been fun, but I chose not to, clearly because of what the others might think. So, I sat alone in the prison yard to pass time by tossing tiny stones into the air and seeing them drop on the dusty ground, when Tasha came out of the blue with a plastic pail in her grasp to threaten me."You piece of shit!!! You freaking deceived me. You played me for your own personal benefit. And to think I was running filthy errands just so I could become your daughter-in-law, and Ethan's bride. Oh, how stupid I've been. I've been such a fool." She said, snarling like a lioness ready to strike."What has that gotten to do with me? You chose to be my pawn after all. You chose to serve me willingly, so stop playing the vi

NATHANIEL'S POV●●●●I had been trailing behind the car Melissa got into, without her noticing...The whole thing first kicked off in the living room when she spilled the beans about the marriage contract deal which she signed with my Dad, leaving me with no other choice but to drop to my knees and plead with her to stay and not walk out of my life just like that. However, her mind seemed to be made up when she slipped off the ring on her finger which I proposed to her with, placing it on the table to walk away alongside her luggage boxes and stuff.I saw a sleek car pull over, a young chap getting down from it to assist with her luggage boxes and stuff, loading all of it into the trunk while she walked over to slid into the passenger seat to settle down. I swiftly grabbed my keys and stepped out, sliding into my car as well to trail behind the sleek vehicle as it drove away, tailing it till it eventually stopped in front of a large estate, a grand mansion to be precise.Melissa emerg

GISELLE'S POV ●●●●Lucas did not only stop himself from traveling to propose to me back there at the office, but also made me move in with him into his small apartment, since he had just gotten a new job in one of the companies in the city. And living with him while engaged and not yet married was the best time to start practicing how to be a good wife. So, while he was still busy snoring in bed, I got up early to leave the bedroom and go downstairs into the kitchen in my pyjamas and flip-flops to make breakfast of smoked salmon bagels with cream cheese, a bowl of fresh fruit with yoghurt cappuccinos."Darling!!! Breakfast is served." I announced, making my way back into the kitchen, my hands loosening the apron strings around my waist to slip over my head and place on the cabinet. By the time I stepped out of the kitchen, I was already holding a hand towel, which I used to wipe my wet hands before going over to take a seat at the dining table. And here comes my husband-to-be, Lucas

ETHAN'S POV●⁠●●●I walked back into the mansion to find Etha seated on the couch, her arms crossed and her face twisted into a scowl. She wouldn't even look at me or anyone else. “Etha!” I uttered her name, stepping away from the spot where I was to position myself in front of her, who was still having her small butt planted on the couch. She was still visibly upset though, but made sure to take a deep breath before slowly turning to look at me. “Young lady, it's just the two of us now. Will you go on to tell me what that was all about? What just went down out there? Did you really slap Amelia? Your…” I was just about scolding her, but the words caught up in my throat. She stood up, her arms unfolding from their crossed posture to be brought down to her sides,“My what?” She looked at me quizzically, a brow of hers furrowed slightly and raised at me. “My mom, you were going to say? That ugly woman? How can she seriously be my mom?” She added, raising her sharp, tiny voice at me. A

ETHA'S POV●●⁠●⁠● Nana guided me up the stairs into my messy bedroom, gently urging me to settle down on my specious bed. This was her trying to be nice though, yet everyone seemed determined on hating her…And the so-called maid whom I had asked to clean up my bedroom? Where the hell is she? Why is my bedroom still a mess?_with my toys and shoes littered on the floor, empty snack packets and empty water bottle on the nightstand. Why are there books, crayons, papers, pencils, and glue sticks all over my shelf? Why are my sheets and blankets tangled? “Breathe, Etha, breathe! I know you're not really upset because Amelia is yet to clean up your messy room. You're only upset because your Dad forgot about your birthday, and she_Amelia, whom you hate so much, turned out to be the only one who remembered your special day.” Nana said to me. “It's so annoying! And I'm glad you understand me so perfectly well, Nana!” I gave her a puppy look. “I just want to meet with my Mom! Oh, how I miss