Semua Bab Revenge Of The Broken Heiress Ex-wife: Bab 41 - Bab 50

**Mark's POV**The moment Nina walked into the party hall with Mr. Bernard, something shifted inside me. Today, I felt an unfamiliar ache—a strange, raw sensation tugging at me. I hadn’t been this affected by a woman in years, let alone cared enough to step in to protect one. Yet, when I saw a man daring to raise a hand to her, I acted before I could think, my hand instinctively reaching out to her waist. And now, here I was, still replaying that moment, haunted by the warmth and fragility I’d felt in my hold. Nina—my wife in name only—was different. She was unguarded, vulnerable, and it made me feel…responsible, maybe even possessive. She's looking so snatched and breathtaking tonight in her attire. I don't think I can resist her!But duty called, and I tore my gaze from her, watching as she disappeared into the crowd with Mr. Bernard. I took a deep breath, pulling my focus back to the present as I turned to Greg.“So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?” I asked, keeping my

Nina's POV As Mark and I stood there, surrounded by the hum of conversation and clinking glasses, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the stares around us, each gaze filled with curiosity, awe, or jealousy. Mark’s arm wrapped protectively around me, and I could see the resolve in his eyes—a look that told me he was about to make a statement no one would forget. “Nina,” he whispered, his voice deep and warm, carrying a strength that made me feel safe, “Are you alright? I’m sorry I’m late.” His gaze softened, but there was a flash of anger in his eyes as he glanced over at Jordan and Alexa. I gave him a small nod, swallowing hard to control the whirlwind of emotions within me. “Yes,” I replied, steadying my voice, “I’m fine.” Mark turned his attention to Mr. Bernard, his voice carrying a newfound authority. “Thank you, Mr. Bernard, for protecting my wife,” he said, offering a slight nod of acknowledgment. “I have an offer for you. My company is looking for a new partnership, and I

Nina's POV I steadied myself, my fingers curling tighter around Mark’s arm as I glanced at the murmuring crowd. Alexa’s voice sliced through the low hum of chatter. She looked at me with a mixture of triumph and mockery, her eyes gleaming like a predator that had found its prey. Meanwhile, Jordan’s narrowed gaze bore into me with a fury that simmered just below the surface. My heart pounded, but I forced myself to remain calm, keeping my expression neutral as I looked on. They wanted a reaction out of me, a hint of insecurity or fear—but I wouldn’t give them that satisfaction. Just as I tried to focus elsewhere, a figure approached. I immediately recognized the man who had been one of the many people gossiping about me when I entered the room. He was handsome, with a smirk that was more venom than charm. As he walked closer, he didn’t bother hiding his disdain, his gaze fixated on me with an intensity that was unsettling. Mark's posture shifted subtly beside me, his shoulders tensing

Nina's POVThe woman Mark called "Grandma" walked in with a young girl at her side, holding her hand. She looked like she was in her late seventies, yet despite her age, her skin was remarkably smooth, glowing with the kind of radiance only the very wealthy seemed to possess. It was hard not to be in awe of her presence, exuding elegance and dignity with every step she took across the polished marble floor. The opulent environment around her seemed to pale in comparison to her calm, commanding aura. As she walked towards us, Sarah’s face lit up with a polite smile that barely masked her smugness."Mrs. Santiago," Sarah greeted, her voice laced with charm, "I am so very happy to see you today. You look as gorgeous as always."Mrs. Santiago reached out, gently grasping Sarah’s hands as she smiled warmly. “And you, my dear, look lovely as well. I'm delighted to see you here. Such an honor.”Their exchange had an air of familiarity, an easy confidence that made me feel slightly out of plac

Nina's POVI took a deep breath and let my gaze drift over the room, absorbing the mixture of confusion, disbelief, and irritation painted on each face. Alexa’s mouth was slightly open, her brows knitted as if I were a complicated puzzle she couldn't piece together. Jordan kept glancing at her, almost helpless, with nothing of value to say. Even Tony and his buddies were caught in the strangeness of the moment, their usual laid-back expressions now tinged with genuine curiosity.As I stood there, a small smile tugging at my lips, I could feel their silent judgments slicing through the air. They saw me as the underdog, the “poor girl,” yet here I was, confidently stirring the pot without a hint of fear. The surprise on their faces was almost amusing.Alexa narrowed her eyes and finally blurted, “How did she know the details so well?” Her voice was laced with disbelief and irritation, as if the very thought of me having any kind of knowledge was a personal affront.I met her gaze steadil