All Chapters of Once An Overlooked Housewife, Now A Queen Of Fortune: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

“And you should also be extra careful these days because it’s highly likely that Felix is going to put a tail on you…have you followed by someone who can track your movements and report back to him about where you go and whom you meet with,” Wren said.From where she sat, tossing Wren’s clothes from one pile to another, Grace didn’t look over and just listened in on bits of Wren’s conversation with Ruth over the phone.“…. gotten the DNA samples now, but while he’s waiting for the test results to come back, he’s probably going to want additional information about your behavior patterns and whether you’re doing anything suspicious.Ruth replied, “Sure, I'll be careful.”Wren murmured, “Sure,” and then, more definitively, “Good.”She dropped the phone on the bed and let her head fall back against the headboard, closing her eyes for a brief second before opening them to find Grace now staring at her, the blouse forgotten in her hand.“He fell for the bait,” Wren stated, allowing herself

On the private golf course, one could hear the constant thwack of well-struck drives and the occasional, muffled clap from small clusters of men in polo shirts.Grace walked into the familiar area. Her large sunglasses masked her eyes, a determined click of heels on the paved cart path.She spotted him near the ninth tee box. He stood slightly apart from his own foursome, leaning his weight on his driver like a scepter, watching one of his partners address the ball.Even in repose, Henry Dubois carried an aura of authority. His silver hair was perfectly combed against the breeze.His personal assistant noticed Grace first. His eyes widened slightly.Grace brought her finger to her lips in a swift and the assistant nodded and deliberately looked away. Grace silently went over to where Henry was and covered his eyes with both hands from behind.The man straightened to his full height, a smile on his lips as his own hand came up to cover hers.“

Raymond looked from Felix’s intense.face to the two plastic bags on his pristine desk. He rubbed a hand over his mouth, his ethical boundaries warring with old loyalty and the undeniable pressure Felix was exerting.“I don’t know…” he finally murmured."Come on, you owe me one, man. I’ve helped you out plenty of times over the years when you needed something, and now I’m asking you to return that favour by doing this one thing for me even though it means bending your rules a little bit.”Raymond stared at him for another long moment. Then, with a sound of resignation, he pulled the bag with the rumpled hair closer to himself so he could examine it more closely."Where did you get this one?”“From her hairbrush,” Felix replied. “There should be enough genetic material there to perform whatever tests you need to do.”Raymond nodded slowly. “Alright, give me some time to r

“I’ll have you know that we can do both of those things for you. We can both sort out your bills and clear your criminal record, which means you’re not actually giving up financial security by cutting ties with Felix, you’re just exchanging one source of support for another source that comes with the added benefit of legal protection. So which would you choose?”The offer was almost too good to be true. She was offering him a life where he would no longer have to look over his shoulder for cops.“I want proof,” Frank barked, clutching the papers. “How do I know these aren’t just fake? Or that you can actually do what you say?”“You could stroll into the 14th Precinct station house right after you leave here. Ask for Sergeant Miller. Show him that waiver. See what he says.”Her certainty was more convincing than any boast.What followed was a 20-minute back-and-forth between the two of th

Wren’s heart was almost in her throat as she scrambled for the lights and slapped them on with her uninjured hand.The lights flooded the room and Dean was on the floor beside the bed. He was curled on his side, one hand clutched to the side of his head. Dark blood welled between his fingers, streaking down his temple, down to his shirt, even to the white bedding beneath him in streams.The shards from the broken vase were scattered all over the bed and the floor, but Wren didn't think twice about them before running from the bed and immediately jumped off it, landing on pieces of broken glass.She cried out but didn’t stop her race out of the room, not even waiting to pick the glass out of her skin because Dean was already following behind her. Her feet left bloody footprints on the floor behind her as she fled.“Wren!” Dean bellowed after her.Gasping heavily, she continued to run. Terror flooded her entire system and her vision nea