Lahat ng Kabanata ng Once An Overlooked Housewife, Now A Queen Of Fortune: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

"Everything alright?” Dean asked when Wren found the courage to return to him and pretend like everything was fine. Even when she wanted to point a gun at his chest and fire the trigger.“Sorry about that,” she said, slipping the phone back into her pocket.“No problem at all. Everything okay?”“Yeah,” she said.He accepted the answer with a nod. “Dinner is probably ready by now. We should go in.”Crossing that threshold back into the house felt like descending into a dungeon. The house no longer felt cozy, but everything about it made her neck hairs stand on end; even in its warmth.It was stifling.There was no sign of Stefan , or the ones who supposedly cooked the dinner that was already set for both of them.He uncovered the dishes. It was a rich stew, buttery noodles, glazed vegetables. It looked and smelled divine. Her stomach, which should have been growling, clenched in revulsion.

Frank coughed as Felix continued to twist his collar tightly.“Who is Wren?” he gasped. “Let go of me, you madman! You’re going to give an old man a heart attack. I got the watch because I got lucky with my gambling,"Frank sucked in a ragged breath and fumbled in the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a brightly colored slip of paper and threw it at Felix's face. It was a lottery ticket.“See? It's a gambling ticket for the state lottery. I played the lotto with the last money you sent me cause I figured what the hell did I have to lose at this point. I played the damn numbers. Hit a scratch-off and won the watch. Can you believe it? All these years of throwing away money on lottery tickets and scratch-offs and finally one of them actually pays off. How was I supposed to know it cost a bloody fortune?” He let out a wheezing, incredulous chuckle. “You think I’d be dumb enough to wear an expensive watch on my arm if I knew how much it cost? I’d have sold it and been on a beach somewher

“Do you want to feed me to death?”Wren asked flatly while Grace maneuvered through the bedroom doorway with yet another tray of food. It was a bowl of steaming broth made from ginger and lemon, alongside some crackers, and a glass of chilled water.Grace balanced the tray on one hip as she used her other hand to fully open the door before responding, “The food is for me, actually, I just thought I’d eat in here instead.”“Then why bring it into the room? Why not eat it at the dining table like a normal person?”Grace just scoffed at the question, then settled into the chair close to the bed, picked up the bowl, and took a loud sip of the broth. She chewed a cracker slowly whilst watching Wren.For the last three hours, Wren was in the same position on her bed, propped up against a mountain of pillows with the duvet pulled up to her stomach. She was holding a book Grace wasn’t sure she was even reading.Actually, it was obvious that Wren wasn’t reading that book. She was only using it

A thought crossed Bianca's mind; to call Harry and report what his wife had just done to her. But then, if she made herself more of a problem than she was worth, there was no telling what consequences might rain down on her head. She could as well be signing her own death sentences should something go awry again.Bianca exited the department store, the whole time ensuring her baseball cap continued to hide most of her swollen face. Rapidly swelling eye, matted hair, and the beginnings of lurid bruises on her jaw and neck. Nausea. Part pain, part shame.She walked to the street and tried to flag down a taxi. Several passed, their “Off Duty” signs lit.And even though a taxi eventually came around, Bianca realized that she barely had any cash in her pocket. She patted herself down and only came up with two crumpled dollar bills that wouldn’t even cover the minimum fare for a taxi to take her anywhere worth going.She cursed under her breath and gritted her teeth in frustration, waving t

Flashback to Wren and Bianca’s meeting.“Let me get this straight. You’re paying me to pretend to seduce Felix, but you also want me to let him know that you sent me to do it?” Bianca asked.“Yes,” Wren confirmed.“This is ridiculous,” Bianca mused. “What kind of games are you and Felix playing with each other? For a second I actually thought you were jealous of Felix’s relationship with Charlotte and wanted to ruin it. At least that would have been the classic old script. But this is a new level of twisted…”“Just do your job, that's all I need you to focus on,” Wren said. “Your job is to make contact with Felix, and tell him exactly what I told you.”“Of course,” Bianca said with exaggerated compliance. “Send the money to the account I gave you and I’ll play my part perfectly.”Wren then handed Bianca an envelope, which when the latter opened it, found that it contained some documents.“You have to sign that before we move on. I don’t want any unfortunate complications down the line