All Chapters of An Ex-wife's Guide to Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LYSSANDRA I don't know if I should, but my skin crawls as I back away from Erden, turn and run out of that stifling room. I can barely breathe as the cool air outside hits me. I bend, gasping as the first inhale hits my lungs. I want to run away from his words, but they've chased me outside. I'm the reason he looks scarred, the many scars on his back, the one I asked him about that he wouldn't divulge. A harsh breeze cuts across my face and I hear the door bang shut behind me. Erden’s footsteps sound closer and when I struggle up, looking back at him, he's staring blankly at the door. I wish he'd never brought me here. I didn't need to know his truth, but my lips twist. This was exactly the reason he never brought me. If his siblings hadn't come to me, he never would have told me to truth of what happened to him. I want to weep, or maybe raise his father from the dead and kill him all over again for what he's done to us. Erden opens my car door. “Get in, Lys, I

LYSSANDRA “Get into the car, Miss Veyn, I'll go after him.” Confused, I hurry into the car, calling Erden, but he doesn't answer. That's very unlike him, but maybe he's still sleeping. Again, that doesn't make sense because Farouk hinted that he just spoke to him. “Wait!” Farouk stops the car, and I take my phone from my bag, hurrying back to the bar. There's something wrong about all of this. Something very very wrong. I turn the flashlight on, training it on the floor where I slipped. Bloody hell. Literally. We've just trampled all over a crime scene. The red liquid I’d just slipped on is stained everywhere. “Stop moving.” Farouk snaps beside me. He turns on his phone and trains the light everywhere. There's blood splattered everywhere. It's on the floor, staining the counter itself, and there's a pool of it seeping from behind the counter. When we step closer, and look over the bar, I gasp, my eyes flying open, because lying on the floor behind the bar with a gunshot wound

ERDENThat bar footage would haunt me for the rest of my natural life and into the after life. I whip the tablet from Trent’s arm, and replay the video. A man limps into the video, stops and stares blankly around him in the dark. You can barely see his face, but you can see the gun in his hand clearly. He walks past, looking up into the camera just one second before he blows it out. I replay the video again, and again, my hands suddenly clenching tighter with each replay. No fucking way in hell is he alive, but he is. He is alive and he just killed someone. “Your father?” Trent's voice comes from far away, as if I'm trapped underwater. “Didn't you say you and your brother's killed him?” I had thought so too. I had thought there was no way in hell that he'd survived that freezing water, but obviously he had. If the man had stayed hidden for years, and finally decided to resurface now, I know he's after something. I also know he's taunting me. There's no way Cross Kryne would l

ERDEN “Have you ever wanted something, Aksel, that you knew you couldn't have no matter how fucking hard you tried?” Lys’s soft scent, the impression of her hands on my skin, her dresses, that husky laughter that lights up my body. I feel it all at once. I roll my shoulders to fight off the agitation I feel. Aksel and Kavev are across from me, pacing in different directions across the room. Aksel stops every few seconds and glares at me, as if to say this is my fault. I run a thumb across my jaw. “Father's back, we need to find him, and we need to find him fast.” Kavev’s footsteps stop suddenly, as though he's jammed in place. “Oh, you mean so that he doesn't put in bullet in Lyssandra? Tell me why we should care? We warned you about this!” He snarls. He's the most pissed off, and I understand him. But it steals my fucking breath, and turns my blood to fire that I have to let her go again because of him again. I'd known if I touched Lys, it would be over for me. I'd known

LYSSANDRA My pulse beats between my legs as he leans up, tasting my mouth, sucking on my tongue. “I belong with you.” I say finally, accepting the kiss. He smirks, an electric heat in his dark eyes. “I see what you did there. But yes, you belong with me.” He leans up into me to kiss my lips, and I fall into the kiss. Kissing has always got me so hot, and kissing Erden is better than sex with anyone. “He's going to come after me, isn't he?” I breathe the words against Erden’s lips, my hips rocking down on him, sliding gently down his cock. I moan, pressing tighter against him, running my nails down his biceps. I'll never admit to him, but I'm obsessed with his hands, the lines of veins roping down his arm and across his hands. I could trace them all day. “He won't get you.” The lust in his voice is burning out of control, and each time I sway into his kiss he nips gently at me, thrusting his girth deeper into my core. With each frantic press of our lips, each stroke into