All Chapters of The Scam Called Love: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

☆Daniel☆My breath came in ragged groans as I reached for a tissue, wiping myself clean while leaning back in the chair, relishing every moment of my climax.As a married man, guilt often washed over me whenever I indulged in online wanking to women photos but this time felt different.I felt no remorse, instead, memories of my time with Samira flooded my mind, igniting a longing for her touch, despite the chaos she was wreaking on my business and the millions I was losing watching my company crumbling down.I had tried to bury these feelings, but they had never truly been laid to rest.I never faced her when I framed her, my mother and Kate had urged me not to, and I complied, a coward at heart.Back then, it felt like it was either her or me facing prison, and I chose to save myself. Now, however, she was back in my life, and I was determined to remind her of the love we once shared. She still loved me, practically worshipped me, and all I needed to do was jog her memory.I stood up

☆Kate☆Her source of investors was legitimate.Her business practices were entirely legal.Her family was nowhere to be found.My attempt to publicly shame her on air spectacularly backfired and she got one million in return.My effort to spread false rumors also failed miserably, resulting in the news channel involved facing a hefty one million dollar lawsuit.To make matters worse, my husband seemed indifferent, and I had no clue where he was. When I called his office, they informed me he hadn’t shown up all day.Where did I go wrong?What more could I have done?These two questions plagued my mind for the last three hours as I stood outside, waiting for Daniel.How was I supposed to eradicate this problem when I had no support and my husband appeared to be uninterested while his mother was trying to insult all my efforts.It was almost dark, and he was still not answering my calls.I looked up at the sound of a car approaching. It was him. I quickly retreated insid

~Kate~My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a tiny tin or perhaps it was just the stench of that fool’s filthy balls filling the air around me.How could he do this?Out of all the women in the world, he picked her, fully aware it would shatter me into a million pieces.He knew it would devastate me, yet he didn’t care. He appeared to be playing the saint, painting me as the villain who ruined his first marriage. But he had all the time to protect her and was never blindsided about our plan, instead, he took the path of a coward.Now he longed for her, as if he never betrayed her. Samira was never my friend. Even back then we never liked each other. It was no surprise he was avoiding me, he was likely holed up here, lost in fantasies of her.THAT ANIMAL!I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the tears.Sure, it wasn’t about physical intimacy. Even if it had been, I wouldn’t have minded if it were someone else, but he chose her.The very woman who was tearing him

☆Kate☆I found myself back in my matrimonial house, a house I had no intention of leaving easily to that stupid woman with her empty head.Daniel was also back, I discovered he had tidied up the house and was in the shower.My mother always said that the most important thing was a man returning home to his wife and not disrespecting you by staying at another woman’s house.When he was done showering neither of us uttered a word to each other.Daniel was the silent coward. I understood that part of him four years ago when he chose not to visit the wife he had betrayed. There was a time during our first year of marriage when I suspected he was sneaking off to visit her, but he never did.So, I felt no sting from his lack of an apology. I planned to get one from him after I dealt with that woman.There I was, wine glass in hand, live streaming her launch of some ridiculous app. She was all smiles, mingling with rich men. All big fools.It seemed the dirt I had been spread

☆Samira☆“Boss, Vin is awake,” one of the guards informed me.I ran to his room, pushing the door open without knocking and there he was, clad only in his boxer shorts, fixated on the bullet wound reflecting in the mirror.The doctor said he was fortunate, just a fraction of an inch further, and the bullet would have struck an artery, leaving me to plan his funeral.“If you had walked in a minute earlier, you’d have caught me naked,” he remarked.I crossed my arms, feeling a wave of defiance. The old Samira would have blushed and turned away, but not this version of me.I strode over to him and delivered a sharp slap to his shoulder. “Ouch!” He gasped, his expression changing into one of shock.“This revenge ends with my death and not yours. It could be today, tomorrow, or after I’ve dealt with those fools!” I declared, striding to the window. “Your job is to delay my death, not to throw your life away. So make this the last time you pull a stunt like that,” I wa