Semua Bab An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge: Bab 101 - Bab 110

ERDENI kiss her the way I want to fuxk her. It is hot and commanding with a whisper of sensuality that archs her back against the door. Her back hits the door with a thud that vibrates through her and straight into me. Lys gasps, not in protest, just in shock as her back hits the wood, and her fingers curl tight in my shirt, twisting the fabric like she needs something to hold me to her. Every defense I’d built around my heart crumbles away. I hold the back of her neck, exhaling with each kiss that only drags us closer together. I don’t give her time to speak. I kiss her hard because there is nothing gentle left in me. All the anger, the fear, the relief pours out in the way my mouth claims hers, in the way her breath stutters against my lips before she pulls me closer, closer, like her bones are giving out.Her thighs press into mine. I slide my hand up her leg, dragging her skirt with it, and she shivers, her nails digging into my shoulders. She tilts her hips up, barely, but e

LYSSANDRA I hear the gunshot, and immediately, I know who it's meant for. That's why he asked me to stay behind. Erden thinks I don't know what being puta means, but I do. I learnt the word from Cade. He was always calling one girl or the other from the orphanage he grew up in a puta. That was before Father took him in. I close my eyes, my heart slamming into my chest like a tornado. Ralph is our only link to information, and Erden fucking Kryne has just killed him. I hurry to the door and whip it open, stepping outside. Ralph is slumped against the hood of a car, slowly bleeding out. Neither Trent nor Erden make any move to help him. “What on earth is wrong with you?” I snap at Erden. “He's dying.” He turns slowly, shrugging. “I told you to stay inside.” I stare at him, my jaw slack and open, pinpricks of shock tingling all over my skin. Did he just say that? “Come on, I'll drop you off at home.” He mutters the words. “Trent? Have the men take care of his body.” He walks a

LYSSANDRA He turns to me. “We’re doing it again next week.”I raise an eyebrow. “Because you want to lose nine more times?”His jaw flexes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”“You’re lucky I’m not petty.”“You ARE petty.”“True.”He sighs, looks at me with that warm, dangerous affection that melts me every time. “Don’t ever let me win again,” he says quietly.And for once, I give him the truth. “I won’t.”The moment we slip into the car, Erden looks at me like he was trying to decide whether to kiss me or handcuff me to himself forever.I’m still catching my breath when my phone lights up with a call from Mrs. Chests.My heart jumps. “Give me a sec,” I murmur, already sliding the screen upwards to answer and putting it on speaker.“Lyssandra?” Mrs. Chests’ voice fills the car “Meredith insisted on talking to you before dinner.” She doesn't sound particularly pleased with the idea, but I'm grateful that they still went ahead with it. I smile before I can help it. “Of course. Please put he

ERDENLysandra answers almost as soon as the call rings. “Hey,” she says softly, and just like that, the tight burning under my ribs doubles. “You called.”“I’m coming over.”“To the house? I’m not there.” I hear faint voices behind her. There's papers, and phones ringing. Work noises. “I'm actually at woek. Do you want to come here instead?” Her voice does it again. Warmth pools in my stomach and I can't ignore the way her voice tugs me towards her. Axel lunges at the sound, pressing hard against my mind, chanting mine. Mine. Our mate. Mine.I inhale, knowing this is a dangerous time to be with her. I shouldn’t go to her, especially not with Axel already awake hours too early, and not with the moon creeping closer by the hour.But the thought of not going feels like I'm ripping something out of my chest.“I’m coming,” I tell her.“I'll be here waiting,” she ends the call. On my way over, I nearly stop at a pharmacy to get her the pill. I don't believe she's taken one, but the tho

ERDENThis is not how I thought the day would end. I hadn't planned to end up at the psychiatric home, sitting outside in the parking lot, convincing Lys to stay behind while I dealt with Cade. “You should let him go. He wouldn't be doing this if you didn't have him locked up in there.” Lyssandra muttured, looking away from me. “He fucking stabbed someone Lys, he would do the same if he was in jail. It doesn't matter.” I open the car door, and step out. “Stay put. I'll be back in twenty minutes.” I don't want Cade seeing her. I suspect this is some sort of ploy to get Lys’s attention and he's almost succeeded, but she's not going to see him. Olga is waiting for me at the door. I asked him to come back here and get as much information as he could so I wouldn't waste time. “How the fuck did Cade get a knife?” I growl, storming past him. He follows me towards the door. “He was sent to the infirmary for a headache. He stole a knife there.” “Fuck,” I curse. Yeah, definitely for the