Semua Bab An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge: Bab 111 - Bab 120

ERDENHer lips part, but she doesn’t answer. She knows. She always knows, even when she’s trying not to. That’s why I love her. And hate her right now for trying to defend him. I love Lyssandra Veyn. The thoughts slams into me, and pisses me the fuck off even more. It's a rather inconvenient time to come to that realization. All Cade has done is be a royal pain in her ass, and she's still willing to defend him? He just stabbed someone for fucks sake. “Predators like Cade kill,” I continue. “They destroy everything in their path, and if he gets a shot at freedom? At revenge? Do you know who he’d go for first? You. Lyssandra. Because he knows you’ll listen to him, because he knows you care. And that makes you the easiest target in the world.”Her hand hovers near my arm. “I'm not fucking gullible, Erden.”“No. Stop trying to rationalize this. Stop trying to soften it. You’ve got this… naïve idea that your compassion can reach him. That it can somehow fix him.” I laugh, humorless, bit

LYSSANDRABy evening, I sit on the bed with my phone in hand, staring at Mr. Chest’s number. I need to confirm that I'll be able to meet Meredith tomorrow. When I finally call, he answers with that clipped tone he was probably born with.“Yes, Lyssandra?”I sighed silently. “Hello, Mr. Chest. I'm trying to see if your arrival tomorrow is confirmed?”“Yes,” he replies. “My family will be home today. So you can visit Meredith tomorrow. I'm sure she has a lot to share with you.” “Thank you,” I say. He doesn’t say you’re welcome or of course or anything human. He just confirms once more and hangs up.I stare at the screen for a second before dialing Nyra. Since the last time I called, she hasn't called me to check in, and I'm starting to get worried.Uncle Nathan had left the house and Riley was taking a nap, but I couldn't seem to sit still for more than a few minutes. I wanted to call Erden, but I knew he would be busy at work. I could talk to him when he came here this evening.“Lys

LYSSANDRAErden’s hand stays on my lower back as we walk out the door, and every part of me is hyper-aware of it. Farouk walks ahead to open the car door, and Erden barely looks at him before guiding me inside first.As soon as the door shuts, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been strangling.“This better not be something insane,” I mutter.Erden slides in beside me. “It’s an event, Lyssandra. We're not going to war.”“With you? It might as well be.”He arches a brow but doesn’t grace that with a response. The driver pulls off, and my pulse is still doing acrobatics. I try to calm down, but my body isn’t listening.Every few minutes, Erden’s thigh brushes mine, and by the tenth time, I’m ready to scream.When we finally pull up to the venue which is a glass building, I straighten up, and stare with my lips open at all the sleek cars and people in diamonds and designer. There's security everywhere, and the wealth is sick. Farouk opens my door and offers his hand. I take it, st

ERDENI never should have left her alone there. I shove my chair back, shooting a hard look at Helen. “He what?” I almost growl at her.Larkson glares at me for snapping at his wife, but I'm already on my feet and backing away from them both. The meeting is not over, and I'm sure I can catch up later. Helen’s foot steps hurry up behind me. “She disappeared out of the room. I'm not sure where she went, but I can't seem to find her.” “For goodness sake, Helen, you were supposed to keep an eye on her.” I slam the door shut behind us, cutting across the corner in my hurry. “And I was, until Atlas showed up. She wanted a moment to herself.”Helen’s word barely pierce the cloud of panic that hits me as we step into the main hall and she nowhere to be found. I can see Atlas in tr middle of the room, but I'm not ready to deal with him yet. I step back away, search the hallway and step into the female restroom. I shouldn't be doing it, but I don't care enough to stop. My heart calms alm

LYSSANDRA It's the next morning that what happened really hits me. Atlas touching me yesterday even for those few seconds rattled something I’d buried so deep I thought it died. My chest keeps doing this stupid tight thing, and I shouldn’t care this much, but I do.I force myself up from bed, move to the kitchen, pour water, and drink half of it in three gulps. My fingers won’t stop trembling.Just as I’m starting to feel human again, my phone rings. I don’t even check the caller ID, I just pick up, because no one who is a stranger would be calling this early right? “Hello?”“Lyssandra.”My stomach drops. “Mr. Chest?”He doesn’t waste a second. “You will no longer be meeting with Meredith.”For a moment, I don’t breathe. “Excuse me? what?”“You heard me, it’s over. My wife and me have decided it is not beneficial to us or Meredith.”My pulse roars in my ears. “I don’t understand. You told me that I could see her every now and then. That it was fine.”“That was the agreement,” he