All Chapters of My Perfect Marriage Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Bianca's Humor

The sound of Theo's cold, rough voice cut through the air like a blade. Have you seen enough? Bianca froze mid step, her heart plummeting into her stomach. Her cheeks flared blazing with heat, as though she'd been caught red handed. Her eyes darted away, frantically searching for something, anything else to focus on. Getting a grip. She scolded herself, you've seen Edward's perfect face for years. How is this any different yet? The pulse hammering in her ears told a different story. I, I brought you food. She stammered. Her voice wavering. She held up a steaming bowl like a shield. You'd better eat it soon, or the pasta will clump together without waiting for a reply. She hurried to the dresser and placed the bowl down. Her gaze glued to the floor. Just leave. She thought, leave before you embarrass yourself further. But as she turned to flee, her foot snagged on the edge of the mat. A startled yelp escaped her lips as she stumbled f

Bianca Misfortune

Standing by the villa's front gate, she glanced down at her packed belongings. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed, but she forced herself to hold her chin high. This is it. No turning back. Now. She dragged her luggage onto the driveway, the faint hum of the city at night, wrapping around her like a hollow embrace. So this is what starting over feels like, just me and the sound of my own footsteps. Bianca pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. Helen No, not at this hour. Her parents. That thought didn't even cross her mind. She was truly alone. Her only option was the nearest five star hotel, which was at least an hour's walk away. She sighed, clutching her suitcase tighter as she stepped onto the deserted road. It was around 02:00 a.m. Each step felt heavier, her heart pounding with every sound she heard. The air felt colder than it should. And Bianca. And shivered. Pulling her thin jacket closer around her sho

Helen visit

By the time Bianca closed the door to her room, that photo had already been posted on an elites group chat, accompanied by mocking comments. In the elite group chat. Ruth Martin's sharp words ignited a storm. Ruth Budget Hotel Seriously. Guess the North family really washed their hands of her. Her words came sharp and biting like shards of glass. Thrown into the mix, A flurry of responses followed each more mocking than the last. Julia didn't Bianca work as a manager at Drewcorp. What's this about Ruth? Clearly, she didn't last long there. Imagine going from a five star life to. This the chat spiraled into cruelty. Their words as polished as the champagne flutes they sipped from, but just as cutting, every comment carried the weight of disdain. Their laughter, silent but piercing. And then a new name appeared, a rare interruption in their world of petty mockery. Michael. Maybe her family cut her off, leaving her without resources.

Shattered bonds

I will manage, Bianca said, though her voice wavered just enough to betray her uncertainty. Helen's expression shifted. Her curiosity, piqued, speaking of managing what's the deal with Michael? He swooped in like some knight in shining armor last night, out of nowhere, no less, setting her coffee cup down with a soft clink. It's nothing. Helen, I was in a helpless situation, and he happened to be there. That's all. He's just decent. Helen leaned forward a smirk, tugging at her lips. Decent Bianca. He's more than that, handsome, rich and apparently never entangled with anyone. That's like spotting a unicorn. Bianca rolled her eyes, her fingers, tracing the rim of the cup. Michael's like that with everyone. It's just who he is, kind generous. And let's not forget, he's on Edward's level. Why would he take special interest in someone like me? Helen tilted her head, her teasing tone, softening, are

Restaurants Confession

The North Corp manager, Lauren's mind flickered to the name Heavy, with its reputation, one of the top 300 most successful companies in the nation. Its weight wasn't just in business. It was in every whispered conversation, every networking event across California. And Ruth Martin. Another daughter of affluence, Lauren had dealt with her type before, entitled Influential Untouchable, paired with Rebecca North. The odds in this room were glaringly lopsided. Lauren's internal debate raged. Do I follow the rules or play along? The tension nodded in his chest. One wrong move, and it's my career on the line. His thoughts shattered as Helen's voice cut through the air like a blade. That's enough. She snapped her tone sharp and uncompromising. Eyes turned toward her, including Lauren. Her hands were clenched into fists, her fiery gaze darting between Ruth, Rebecca, and the hesitant manager. The room seemed to still for a moment, h

A meal with Theo

What have I done? One of the servers thought panic flooding his chest. His eyes darted toward Manager Lauren, who stood frozen by the reception desk. Pale and motionless. Lauren's wide eyes betrayed the dread coursing through him. The server's hands trembled slightly. We were just following orders, weren't we? Across the room. Bianca staggered her heels, slipping against the polished floor. She caught her balance one hand, clutching the edge of a nearby table for support. Her gaze lifted, and when her eyes locked with Theo's, her breath caught. A jolt of surprise shot through her, followed quickly by dread. Her lips parted, but no words came. Why is he here? Of all the places, of all the moments? Why now? Her fingers tightened around the table's edge, as if it could anchor her. She felt exposed, worn down and entirely out of place. Under his intense gaze. He already dislikes me. His

Getting back

Theo remained still unbothered. He glanced at Daniel. Daniel smirked, turning to the staff. Should I call your boss personally? Whoever drags them out with the most enthusiasm will be rewarded. The servers who had been reluctant, moments ago, snapped into action. Daniel Kelly's reputation in California was undeniable. And no one wanted to cross him. The women's protests went ignored as the servers grabbed them. Ruth Rebecca. And Lucinda, all impeccably dressed, were unceremoniously dragged toward the door. Their hair became disheveled. Shoes went flying. And Rebecca's expensive dress tore on a decorative flower bed. Bianca and Helen stood frozen, watching with wide eyes and slack jaws. Kneeling before them. Manager Lauren pleaded his voice trembling. Miss North, Miss Jones, I've made a terrible mistake. Please forgive me. Don't report this to my boss. I beg you. Bianca's gaze flickered toward Theo. Seein

Edward and Bianca

Bianca froze. Theo's words echoed in her mind like a voice in an empty hall. Slowly, she turned to face him. Are you? Are you saying, I can come back to your place and stay there. Theo frowned slightly, don't get the wrong idea, he replied, flatly. Starting today, I can accept you. As a cook, Bianca looked at his cold expression and let out a nervous sigh. No problem. She said quietly, but inside she was fuming, seriously, how bossy can he get Do I look like a cook? I'm your wife, for god's sake. Someone needs to smack his head. Maybe then he'll function like a normal man. Theo noticed her timid reply and leaned back in his chair, the faintest triumphant smile flickering across his face. She wasn't particularly fond of her, but he liked her cooking. Sadly, no other cook had ever satisfied his picky taste. Bianca's food was a rare blessing. Besides, he thought, with her handling the meals, I won't have to

Bianca's Meticulous

Edward's gaze lingered on the road where Bianca had disappeared. She doesn't know what's good for her, he said. Finally, his voice low and strained, his hands clenched into fists, frustration flickering across his face. If she keeps this up, there won't be anything left to salvage. Rebecca stepped closer, her voice soft and tentative. Edward, it's not your fault. Her delicate fingers brushed his sleeve, the touch hesitant, seeking reassurance. Edward let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. I've tried. He muttered more to himself than her, but she never seemed to care about her future. Rebecca hesitated, fidgeting nervously with her hands. You don't need to think about her anymore. She doesn't appreciate it. Anyway, she stepped a little closer, lowering her voice. We need to care for each other. Edward, that's why I've been working with Ruth Martin. I know there's a new real estate project in the pipeline. It could be a major revenue stream for Smith Corporation.

Recipes of Tension

Bianca was startled, nearly dropping the wooden spoon in her hand. Her wide eyes snapped at the door. Oh, you're back, she said. Her voice a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. Theo stepped into the room. His presence filling the space like a cold draft. His gaze swept over her briefly before landing on the dining table. Without a word, he moved toward the platter of colourful puddings. Bianca opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself as Theo picked up a spoon. He scooped a piece of pudding into his mouth, chewing slowly. His expression remained unreadable, offering no hint of whether he approved or not. That's mine, she thought. Her stomach twisting. It wasn't meant for him, but the words stayed stuck in her throat. Finally, Theo set the spoon down. His tone flat as he said. The pudding you made. It's quite good. Bianca blinked, caught off guard, her irritation warred with an unwilling sense of pride, forcing a smile, she replied. I'm glad you like it. I made it

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