All Chapters of Love Betrayed by Ex-Wife Revenge : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The private tearoom at the top of the Asterion Hotel was designed for royalty—soft cream walls, gold-trimmed windows, and a chandelier that glowed like trapped starlight. Everything looked delicate, serene, almost sacred.A lie.Because the two people about to sit at the small circular table were anything but holy.Alyssa stepped inside first, her heels echoing like slow, deliberate warnings. Davin was already waiting, lounging in the corner seat with the ease of a king surveying his kingdom. A porcelain teapot sat between them—steam curling upward like a ghost rising.He smiled lazily when she approached.“You’re late.”“And you’re predictable,” Alyssa replied, taking her seat without lowering her gaze.Davin’s grin sharpened. “That’s the Alyssa I like.”She ignored the provocation and lifted the teapot lid. The scent of jasmine escaped, sweet and soft—an ironic choice for a meeting meant to be lethal.“Tea?” she asked smoothly.Davin tilted his head. “Are you trying to poison me so

Maya had never believed in luck—only leverage. Only pressure. Only the sharp edge of necessity that pushed people to betray themselves. And tonight, she planned to use all three.The steel-gray sky hung low above Davin’s satellite company, a cold and faceless building that mirrored the man who owned it. Maya stood on the rooftop of the adjacent structure, wind tearing at her coat, the city glittering beneath her like a broken promise.Rafael arrived late—of course he did. Always dramatic. Always refusing to admit he worried for her.“You picked the worst possible place for a meeting,” he muttered, pushing back his messy hair.Maya didn’t look at him. “I don’t trust indoor conversations anymore.”“You don’t trust anyone,” Rafael corrected. “Including me.”She smirked. “Especially you.”But she didn’t walk away.And he didn’t leave.That was their curse.---The infiltration planRafael moved closer to stand beside her, leaning on the ledge. “So,” he said, voice steadier than his eyes,

The ballroom of the Meridian Crown Hotel glittered like a jewel cut too sharply to be trusted.Crystal chandeliers rained light over silk gowns and tailored suits, each reflection hiding a calculation, each smile carefully measured. Music flowed softly, elegant enough to mask whispered threats and fragile alliances. Tonight’s international corporate gala was billed as a celebration of global cooperation—but everyone who mattered knew it was a battlefield dressed in gold.Alyssa stepped inside with her spine straight and her expression serene.She wore a midnight-blue gown, deceptively simple, the kind that didn’t demand attention but commanded it. Her hair was swept back, exposing her neck—bare, vulnerable, deliberate. To the watching eye, she looked composed. To those who truly knew her, she looked armed.Ethan arrived moments later, flanked by board members and foreign investors. He didn’t walk beside Alyssa, not after their unresolved tension—but his gaze found her instantly. It li

The first thing Alyssa did was stop reacting.No more emotional responses. No more rushing into rooms with her heart pounding faster than her strategy. Davin thrived on chaos—on watching people stumble, collide, destroy each other for him. If she wanted to stop him, she had to become something colder than his expectations.She locked herself in the legal war room just after midnight.The glass walls reflected her figure endlessly—sharp silhouette, eyes focused, posture unyielding. The city outside was quiet, but inside her mind, every document, every clause, every loophole screamed for attention.Davin’s acquisition plan was elegant. Brutal. Nearly untouchable.Nearly.Alyssa spread the files across the table: shareholder agreements, offshore holding structures, cross-border acquisition rules, regulatory filings disguised as routine transfers. Davin hadn’t broken the law directly. He had bent it until it begged.But the law had one weakness Davin hadn’t accounted for.Intent.“You hid

Maya understood one truth better than most people in the room: lies were only dangerous when they were obvious.The best lies felt reasonable. They slipped into conversations like afterthoughts, carried by concern rather than malice, wrapped in questions instead of statements. Maya had built her survival on that skill long before Davin, before Ethan Group, before Alyssa became the woman standing in her way.She began quietly.A private lunch with a mid-level shareholder who liked to talk more than he listened. A carefully timed phone call to an investment analyst known for leaking “off-record impressions.” A glass of wine shared with a board spouse who enjoyed feeling important. Maya never accused. She only wondered aloud.“Have you noticed how aggressively Alyssa has been moving lately?” she would say softly.“It worries me,” she’d add, as if reluctant. “Pressure like that makes people reckless.”The rumor took shape not as scandal, but as doubt.By the end of the week, the narrative