Semua Bab Love Betrayed by Ex-Wife Revenge : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Rafael didn’t remember when the night stopped feeling cold.Only that it smelled like rust, gasoline, and old rain trapped in concrete.The warehouse stood at the edge of the port—abandoned on paper, very much alive in reality. One flickering light above a steel door, buzzing like an insect that refused to die. Rafael stood beneath it, jacket unbuttoned, hands bare despite the chill. His phone vibrated once in his palm.Unknown Number: He’s inside. Alone. Won’t be again for long.Rafael locked the screen.Inside his chest, something shifted. Not anger—he had known anger all his life. This was quieter. Denser. A weight settling into place.He pushed the door open.The smell hit first. Sweat. Fear. Oil. A man sat tied to a chair in the center of the warehouse, wrists bound with zip ties, ankles chained to the legs. His face was bruised, one eye swollen shut. Blood crusted along his lip.The informant.Davin’s ghost.The man looked up when the door creaked, panic flaring in his good eye.

Mason had trusted Ethan with his life.That was the cruelest part of it.They sat across from each other in a private lounge on the top floor of an old hotel overlooking the city—neutral ground, away from boardrooms and cameras. The room smelled faintly of leather and expensive whiskey. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the skyline, glowing like a battlefield of glass and steel.Mason leaned back in his chair, relaxed. Too relaxed.“So,” he said, lifting his glass. “I heard you’ve been busy burning bridges lately.”Ethan didn’t touch his drink. His hands were clasped together on the table, knuckles pale, jaw locked. He looked thinner than before, darker around the eyes. The kind of man who hadn’t slept without nightmares in weeks.“Rumors travel fast,” Ethan replied flatly.Mason chuckled. “When you’re tied to Alyssa Vale, everything travels fast.”The name hung between them.Ethan’s gaze flickered, just for a second.Mason noticed.“That woman is turning you into something else,” Mason

The room smelled of old money and expensive mistakes—leather polished to a dull shine, whiskey breathing quietly in crystal, the faint ozone hum of servers hidden behind paneled walls. Maya stood just inside the threshold, coat still on, fingers tight around the strap of her bag as if it were the last honest thing she owned.He watched her from behind the desk without rising.“Ms. Vale,” he said, voice smooth, practiced. “You came alone.”Maya smiled. It was the kind of smile that showed nothing and promised worse. “You asked for discretion.”“I asked for proof,” he corrected. “Of your seriousness.”She closed the door behind her with deliberate care. The latch clicked like a decision being sealed. “You want Davin’s downfall,” she said. “So do I.”“Motives are cheap,” he replied. “Loyalty is not.”She crossed the room, heels quiet on the rug, and placed her bag on the desk. Didn’t open it. Didn’t sit. She met his gaze—sharp, appraising, hungry in a way that wasn’t just desire but calc

The room was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows.“Alyssa,” Ethan said quietly. “Stop.”She didn’t turn around.Her hands were braced against the glass, palms flat, as if the only thing keeping her upright was the cold certainty of the city below. Traffic glimmered like veins of fire. The world kept moving, indifferent to how close everything inside her was to breaking.“I didn’t ask you to come,” Alyssa replied. Her voice was calm—too calm.Ethan closed the door behind him, the soft click sounding louder than a gunshot in the silence. He took a few steps closer, careful, like approaching something wounded and dangerous.“You haven’t slept in three nights,” he said. “You’re pushing everyone away. You’re burning bridges faster than we can control the fallout.”Finally, she turned.Her eyes were rimmed with exhaustion, but the fire in them hadn’t dimmed. If anything, it had sharpened into something merciless.“That’s the point,” she said. “I don

The screens lit up before dawn.Alyssa was already awake when the first alert arrived—an encrypted message from her market analyst, followed by three more from different time zones. Red numbers bled across her tablet like an open wound. Stock movements that didn’t make sense. Volumes that were too coordinated to be coincidence.She didn’t need to ask whose hand was behind it.“Davin,” she murmured.The city outside her window was still half-asleep, lights blinking lazily against the gray-blue sky. Inside the room, war had already begun.Her phone rang.Ethan.She answered without greeting. “It’s started.”“I know,” he said. His voice was tight, stripped of warmth. “He’s moving through offshore proxies—Singapore, Zurich, two shells in the Caymans. He’s hitting liquidity first, not control.”“He wants panic,” Alyssa replied, already pulling up additional feeds. “He wants the board to beg for stability.”“And then he’ll offer himself as the cure.”Alyssa’s jaw tightened. “Classic Davin.”