All Chapters of The Worthless Ex-Wife's Revenge : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ethan I put my phone away and took a deep breath.Whoever this was, they were smart.But not smart enough.I would find them.And when I did..."Ready."I looked up.Serena was standing at the bottom of the stairs.She was dressed in a navy blue pantsuit that fit her perfectly. Her hair was styled in soft waves. Her makeup was elegant and professional.She looked every inch the powerful CEO she was."You look incredible," I said honestly.She smiled."Thank you," she said. "Are you sure about the jet?""Positive," I said. "Come on. Let's get you to the airport.The drive to the private airfield took thirty minutes.Serena sat beside me in the back of the car, going through her notes on her tablet. Reviewing numbers. Strategies. Talking points.I watched her work and felt a surge of pride.This woman.My wife.She had built herself from nothing. Had turned tragedy and pain into strength and success.And now she was flying to Dubai to close a two-hundred-million-dollar deal.She was ex

Serena I stumbled toward the bed, trying to get distance between us."Please," I said. "Leave. I want you to leave.""You don't mean that," Ahmad said, loosening his tie as he walked toward me. "You've been sending me signals all evening.""No," I said firmly, forcing the word out. "I haven't. I'm married. I love my husband."I held up my left hand, showing him my ring.He barely glanced at it."Your husband isn't here," he said. "And what he doesn't know won't hurt him."He reached for me.I pushed him away with all the strength I had left."Don't touch me!" I screamed.Ahmad's expression darkened."Don't make this difficult," he said coldly.I backed away, my legs shaking.I needed help.I needed Ethan.I reached for my phone in my purse with trembling hands.I managed to unlock it.Managed to find Ethan's name.Managed to hit call.The phone rang once.Twice."Serena?" Ethan's voice came through. "Hey, how did the...""Ethan," I gasped. "Help. Someone... someone drugged..."Ahmad

Ethan Ashford I pulled back and looked at her face.Her pupils were dilated. Her skin was flushed. Her breathing was too fast."Serena," I said carefully. "What did he give you? What was in the drink?""I don't know," she whispered. "But Ethan, I feel... I feel wrong. Everything feels wrong. I'm so hot and I can't think straight and I need..."She stopped, fresh tears streaming down her face."I need you," she finished quietly. "Please. I need you so badly it hurts."I understood immediately.The drug wasn't just a sedative.It was an aphrodisiac.And the only way to counteract it was...Fuck."Everyone out," I said, my voice hard.Ahmed and the security guards were still standing in the doorway of the suite."Sir?" Ahmed said."Everyone. Out. Now," I repeated. "And I want that man, Ahmad Khalil, found and arrested immediately. I want charges filed. I want him destroyed. Do you understand?""Absolutely," Ahmed said. "Consider it done."He gestured to the guards and they all filed out

Ethan Ashford My instincts, the same instincts that had made me a billionaire by the age of thirty, were screaming that something was off. "I appreciate what you did last night," I said carefully. "Serena told me you stopped Ahmad before he could... before things got worse. And I'm grateful for that." "I'm just glad I got there in time," Dave said. "But I have to ask," I continued, my voice hardening slightly. "Why were you there at all? Why did you follow them to her room?" Dave blinked. "I told you," he said. "Uhm... Something felt wrong. I saw Ahmad leading her away and she looked unsteady. I was worried." "So you followed them," I said. "All the way to her room. Without telling hotel security. Without calling the police. You just... followed them." Dave's expression shifted slightly. "I... I didn't have time to find security," he said. "By the time I could have explained the situation and gotten help, it might have been too late. I had to act." It was a reasonable explan

Dave I walked out of the station and back to my car.Once I was inside, I pulled out my phone.I scrolled through my contacts until I found the number I was looking for.Hassan.Not Hassan Al-Farsi, the government representative.A different Hassan.A man I had met years ago in some very dark circles.A man who specialized in making problems disappear.I typed out a message."I need a favor. There's a man in the Dubai Central Police Station. Cell 3. His name is Ahmad Khalil. He needs to have an accident before he can talk to the prosecutors. Make it look natural. Heart attack, maybe. Suicide if that's easier. I don't care. Just make sure he's dead within 24 hours."I hesitated for just a moment before hitting send.I wasn't a killer.I had never killed anyone before.But Ahmad was a loose end.A liability.And I couldn't afford liabilities.Not when I was this close to getting Serena back.I hit send.The message went through.Three dots appeared immediately as Hassan typed his respo