All Chapters of My CEO husband cheated on me, and now I will take my revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

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21. ???

—You’re losing a lot of blood, Leandro. I need you to make a tourniquet with your shirt right now —I said, keeping my eyes fixed on the road. —It would be pretty funny to die in front of a doctor, don’t you think? —I didn’t know if he was trying to annoy me or not, but it was very likely the blood loss was already affecting him. —Leandro, don’t say stupid things. I need you to focus, please. I need you to take off your shirt and tie it tightly over your wound —I glanced at him and saw that he was following my orders. I hadn’t noticed before, but when Leandro took off his shirt, his toned, well-built body was revealed. His biceps and chest were striking. It was true—I hadn’t realized that Leandro could easily pass for a prince or some kind of Adonis. I mentally slapped myself to refocus; this was not the time to think about that. —Sofi, watch the road! —Leandro shouted. When I refocused, I saw a car speeding straight toward us. I quickly turned the wheel, swerving off the road t

22. The Disappearance of Ricci

The Disappearance of Ricci “Take my brother home in a taxi. I’ll use one of the cars here,” Agnese said, stretching out her hand to give me a loaded gun. “Are you crazy? They’ll follow the car. They know which vehicles belonged to the mansion. You’re putting yourself in danger—you should come with us.” “If I go with you, it’s likely all three of us will die. This way, they’ll be led off our trail, Sofía. We have no other choice.” “But I don’t agree,” I shook my head. “You have to come with us, please.” “I won’t. Just follow the plan and stop complicating things,” Agnese said, then got into a car parked beside us. I looked at Leandro, who was still unconscious on the ground. We had no other option. Agnese had left her phone with us, so I called a taxi. When it arrived, I had to offer the driver money to leave us the car and walk away; otherwise, he wouldn’t let us get in. I drove toward Leandro’s mansion. I checked the time—it was three in the morning. I was exhausted and slight

33. The Price of the Crown

The Price of the Crown I woke up with a sharp pain in my temple and a metallic taste in my mouth. The air was heavy, dense, as if breathing itself required effort. I blinked several times, trying to focus, but everything spun slowly, as though my head hadn’t fully decided to return to my body. I remembered nothing. Absolutely nothing about the journey, the transfer, or how much time had passed since the smoke swallowed me inside the Ricci mansion. Only darkness. I tried to move… and that was when panic hit me full force. My wrists were tied with thick ropes to the arms of an old, splintered wooden chair. I felt the rough pressure against my skin. My ankles were bound as well, completely immobilized. I pulled hard—useless. The chair creaked, but it didn’t give. My breathing quickened. I looked around. The room was large and cold, barely lit by hanging bulbs that cast a white, merciless light. The bare concrete walls were stained with dampness. There were no windows. Only a meta

32. The Kidnapping of Adams

The Kidnapping of Adams I went to my room along with the others. It was around ten at night, and I had far too much to process. Leandro’s reaction had left me stunned. I knew he was a member of the mafia, but I had never seen him taking such risky actions and making such dangerous decisions… only when it came to me. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with apparent calm, while crickets moved their tiny legs among the garden bushes. I couldn’t help thinking about what might have happened if none of this had ever occurred. Matt wouldn’t have been with Anaís, and we would have had a beautiful baby. I would never have met Leandro, Lorenzo, or Matteo; without meaning to, they had now become my family. Slowly, my eyes began to close, finally giving in to sleep. All of this was becoming an unbearable headache. The phone rang before dawn had fully faded. It wasn’t a normal ring. It was insistent, desperate, as if whoever was on the other end didn’t know how to hang up without b

31. I Found You, My Beautiful Moon

I Found You, My Beautiful Moon The constant sound of the monitors seeped into the room like an annoying echo—repetitive, impossible to ignore. Each beep marked one more second of life for Matt Stone… and one more second of doubt for me. The room was dim. I had ordered the lights lowered—not for his comfort, but for mine. Seeing him like this, motionless, vulnerable, connected to machines that decided whether his heart should keep beating, was not as satisfying as I had imagined for years. I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms tightly. Everything had gone perfectly. Too perfectly. The fake surgery, the blood loss, the transfer, the disappearance. Every step had been calculated with surgical coldness. Matt was supposed to wake up hours later—confused, weak… ready for the second phase of my plan. And yet, something didn’t feel right. My eyes drifted to his face. His skin was pale, lips slightly parted, his brow relaxed—the look of someone unaware of the hell surrounding him

30. An Intra-Hospital Kidnapping

An Intra-Hospital KidnappingThe face mask, gloves, cap, and gown covered most of my body and face. I had requested to perform the surgery that would save Matt Stone’s life. The procedure was simple: remove three bullets lodged dangerously close to his heart.I entered the operating room slowly, observing my trusted nurses. Leandro and Lorenzo were posing as paramedics, waiting outside the hospital in an ambulance, while Matteo was in the pilot’s seat with the engine running, ready for action.The plan was simple: we would begin the operation and pretend something had gone wrong. We would damage his main artery with a small incision. This would cause Matt to start bleeding out and prevent his heart from receiving enough oxygenated blood to function properly. Some nurses would go to fetch blood for a transfusion, but when they returned, it would be too late. His central organ would fail, and we would be forced to perform a transplant.Everything had been calculated coldly: distances, t

29. Rest in Peace, Dear Enemy

Rest in Peace, Dear Enemy “We’re… surrounded,” Matteo said as he reached into his pocket to take something out, but Matt stopped him immediately. “Don’t even try it. Anyone who moves a finger dies,” Matt warned, pointing his gun from side to side, threatening everyone. “Matt, I’ll give you one chance only,” I said, my gaze locked on him, knowing he could pull the trigger at any second. “Lower the weapon and let us go. I’ll even return all the money that belonged to K.O. Company… just let us leave alive.” “What don’t you understand, Sofía? This is no longer about money. It’s about my ego… are you regretting it now?” “Can’t you see it? You’re a failure. The day you come crawling on your knees begging me for forgiveness and mercy, I won’t show you any compassion.” “Sofía, my love…” He shook his head. “You’re not in a position to say anything to me.” “Matt, this has gone too far. Lower the weapon,” Anaís said as she stepped between the gun and me, standing face to face with him. “

28. The Fall of the Ricci Clan

The Fall of the Ricci Clan With Anaís supposedly missing, my former house reduced to rubble, and the mansion where the Chen clan and Matt had been hiding turned into debris, we were right at the center of the storm. I looked at Lorenzo, who stayed close to Anaís every step of the way. Matteo watched everything unfold anxiously; all he wanted was to get his daughter back and make the Chens pay for all the damage they had done. There was only one starting point: how were we going to capture Matt? We knew the Chen clan was backing him in some way; however, they wouldn’t expose themselves to help him directly, and that worked in our favor. “We should use Anaís. If Matt doesn’t know that baby isn’t his, he’ll do anything to get it back,” Leandro said as he handed me a small loaded gun. “I know, but we need to ask for something in return. He won’t believe we’d give Anaís back unharmed without wanting something. The question is… what could we ask for? He has nothing left,” I replied, u

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