Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Ex-husband, I'm back for revenge : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

The Blackthorne gala didn’t feel like a party. It felt like a crown waiting to drop. The air was heavy with money and ambition. Men stood in quiet knots, trading looks like stock tips. Women glittered like diamonds under glass, every smile sharp, every move measured. Tonight wasn’t about love. It was about power.The ballroom sat at the top of Blackthorne Tower, seventy-five stories above Chicago. Floor-to-ceiling windows turned the city into a map of lights, but no one cared. All eyes were on Damien Blackthorne, the man who could change lives with a single name. Tonight, he would choose a bride. And everyone in the room wanted to watch history bend.The band played low, soft enough to let whispers run free. Rumors jumped from lip to lip.“I hear it’s Elise. The senator’s daughter.”“No. Too soft. He’ll pick Vivian. She’s brutal enough to hold her ground.”“They say he already knows. This whole show is just for us.”Damien stood near the center of it all, tall, still, unreadable. He w

Blackthorne MansionThe sleek black car slid to a stop at the towering gates of Blackthorne Mansion. When the door opened, Evelyn stepped out like she owned the world. A short black dress clung to her curves, her cleavage unapologetically on display. One hand scrolled lazily through her phone while the other brushed a strand of hair away from her face.Her lips—painted the shade of fresh blood—curved into a slow smile as the headline flashed across her screen:“Evelyn Lockwood crashes Damien Blackthorne’s party with a marriage contract.”“Beautiful chaos,” she murmured, pleased with herself.Two guards moved forward at once, lifting her designer luggage with practiced obedience. Evelyn barely spared them a glance. She strolled past the grand golden doors she once called home. The walls gleamed with the same gaudy trims, the antique chandelier dripped with light exactly as before, and the familiar scent of roses greeted her from the entrance.“Tsk. Same old, boring taste,” she muttered

Evelyn woke up in her own room, because of course she didn’t sleep in Damien’s. Sharing a bed with that man? She’d rather hug a cactus.She stretched lazily, slipped into her robe, and headed downstairs. By the time she reached the kitchen, the air was already alive with the sounds of clinking pans and murmuring maids.Mrs. Davies, the head maid, was giving her usual morning sermon to a nervous junior.“Remember, no salt. Mr. Damien prefers to season his food himself. The eggs soft, the toast lightly done, the coffee black—”Evelyn leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes glinting. Breakfast without salt? How boring.Evelyn walked in the kitchen, arms folded, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “My, my. You all know his taste buds better than his wife does.”The maids froze. Mrs. Davies turned slowly, eyes widening when she saw Evelyn.“I’ll be handling breakfast today,” Evelyn announced, stepping forward like a queen claiming her throne.The maids exchanged nervous glances. Mr