All Chapters of The Barren Ex-Wife's Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The apartment was very small. Worn furniture, stained carpet, a TV that looked like it was from the 1990s. This was where the man who had tried to steal a fortune had ended up."Nice place," Elena said sarcastically."I'm doing fine," Weston said defensively. "Not everyone needs a palace to be happy.""No, just millions of dollars stolen from family members," Elena shot back.They all remained standing. Elena didn't want to sit on any of the questionable furniture."So what do you want?" Weston asked. "You already got me arrested. What more can you do to me?""I want the truth," Elena said. "All of it. Why have you been sabotaging my business for three years?"Weston laughed bitterly. "You really need to ask? You're the heir I tried to eliminate. Seeing you alive and successful was like a knife in my gut. You were supposed to disappear. Instead, you built a billion dollar empire.""So you tried to destroy what I built," Elena said."I tried to protect myself," Weston corrected."You'r

"Tell me about the sabotage," Elena said. "When did you figure out I was the baby you stole?""Three years ago," Weston confirmed. "I saw that article about Ravenwood Industries. About how you'd named your company after some family connection. I did some digging. Found out you'd been found by Queen Margaret. That you were the 'dead' granddaughter who'd miraculously come back to life.""And instead of confessing, you decided to destroy my business," Elena said."I decided to protect myself," Weston corrected. "You were getting too powerful. Making too much money. Drawing too much attention. Eventually someone was going to start investigating your past. Start asking questions about what really happened thirty years ago. I needed to stop you before you got strong enough to destroy me.""So you hired Harold Chen to delay our ships," Marcus said."Among other things," Weston said. "Harold was just the latest in a series of people I've paid to make your business difficult. Delayed permits.

Elena sat in her office Monday morning, staring at a report from her private investigators. After eight years of searching, they finally had something concrete about Zephyr. But it wasn't much. "Subject was confirmed in Vaelthorne eight years ago," the report read. "Multiple witness accounts place him in the capital city around the time of conception. However, subject's whereabouts after that date remain unknown. Current location: Unknown. Real identity: Unknown. Only confirmed detail: First name Zephyr, last seen in Vaelthorne." Elena wanted to scream. Eight years of searching and all she had was confirmation that Zephyr had been in Vaelthorne? She already knew that. The hotel where they met was in Vaelthorne capital city. She had been confused that night, emotional and drunk after her divorce. Her phone buzzed. It was the lead investigator, Detective Morrison. "Miss Ravenwood, I know the report seems thin," he said when Elena answered. "But I have a theory I want to discuss with

But God, that night had been incredible. Elena had been so genuine, so real. No fake flattery, no gold digging, no games. Just two broken people finding comfort in each other.Elena had left the next morning before he woke up. She'd written a note thanking him then disappeared and he left for Lysandria afterwards. Two days later, the second assassination attempt had happened. This one had been more serious. His enemies had blown up his car with him in it.Zephyr had survived again, but just barely. He'd spent six months in a hospital, then two years in hiding while his security team hunted down every person involved in trying to kill him.It had taken eight years, but he'd finally done it. Every single enemy was either in prison or dead. The criminal organization that had targeted him was completely dismantled. He was finally safe to come out of hiding.And the first thing he wanted to do was find Elena.He'd thought about her every day for eight years. Wondered what happened to her.

Jack Kaelthorn sat in his study at three in the morning, surrounded by papers and laptop screens showing various articles and photos. He couldn't sleep. Hadn't been able to sleep properly since the meeting with Elena of Ravenwood Industries four days ago.There was something about her that wouldn't leave his mind. Not in a romantic way, though he'd be lying if he said he hadn't found her attractive. No, it was something else. Something familiar that he couldn't quite place.Jack pulled up another photo of the Masked Queen on his laptop. This one was from a business conference two years ago. She wore a different mask than the one at dinner, but her posture was the same. The way she held her head slightly tilted when listening to someone speak.His ex-wife used to do that.Jack shook his head. He was being ridiculous. Elena Valdris was probably living some quiet life somewhere, maybe remarried to someone more suitable for her. The idea that she could be the Masked Queen of Business was