All Chapters of I Ruined My Ex-Husband and It Was Worth It: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

‎Sarah‎‎I was in bed, unable to shut my eyes when my phone rang.‎It was Silas.‎I stared at the screen for a few seconds before answering, my stomach already twisting.‎“Sarah,” he said, his voice calm but serious. “We need to talk, today. I have a plan regarding Marcus, but it’s delicate. I’d like to come to your house so Diane can be present. This affects all of us.”‎I hesitated. The idea of having him in my home where Alexander slept, made me nervous. But the fear for my son was stronger.‎“Fine,” I said. “Come over. I will alert Diane you're coming over”‎“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” he replied.‎When he arrived, I opened the door myself. He looked as composed as ever in his dark suit, but there was something in his eyes that told me he was ready for war.‎Diane was already waiting in the living room. She greeted him politely but coolly, arms crossed.‎We sat down me and Diane on the couch, Silas in the armchair across from us. The tension in the room was thick.‎“I’ll g

‎‎Victoria‎‎I left the bar with my body on fire and my mind spinning with triumph.‎Silas Crowley had finally noticed me.‎He had let me touch him and I had wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock and stroked him under the table while he pretended to be in control. The memory of how he throbbed in my hand, how heavy and hot he felt, made my pussy clench as I drove. That bitch Sarah had been the one enjoying that magnificent cock, but now it was going to be mine. The thought made me so wet I had to squeeze my thighs together on the gas pedal just to stay focused.‎I would do anything he asked.‎I would get close to Marcus, learn every dirty secret he had. I would even kill that pathetic son of a bitch if it pleased my king.‎By the time I reached Marcus’s house, I was dripping down my thighs. My panties were completely soaked. I needed to come so badly my clit was throbbing painfully.‎But Marcus wasn’t home.‎I tried calling him. No answer.‎“Fucking useless piece of shit,”

‎‎Victoria‎I woke up slowly in Marcus’s bed, my body deliciously sore and aching in all the right places.‎The sheets were tangled around my naked legs, and the faint scent of sweat and sex still lingered in the air. I stretched lazily, a satisfied smile spreading across my lips as memories from yesterday flooded back in vivid detail.‎Those two strong men in the storage room… God, they fucked so hard.‎I remembered how the gateman had bent me over the boxes, slamming his long thick cock deep into my pussy while the gardener shoved his fat dick into my mouth. I had been dripping wet, moaning like a whore as they took turns pounding me. I had screamed in pleasure as they double-penetrated me, bouncing me like a toy while spanking my ass red and calling me every name I craved.‎I had come so many times, squirting down their cocks while screaming Silas’s name. Even after they had filled me with cum one deep in my pussy, the other shooting across my tits and face I had still wanted more

‎‎Marcus‎The dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town smelled of stale beer and cheap cigars. Raymond Kline had chosen this place deliberately far from prying eyes and expensive that the staff wouldn’t ask questions.‎I sat in a private booth at the back with Kline, nursing a whiskey while three former employees of Bennett & Associates sat across from us. They looked nervous but greedy, their eyes darting between the thick envelopes on the table and Kline’s cold smile.‎Kline leaned forward, tapping one of the envelopes.‎“Five thousand each,” he said smoothly. “Cash. No records. All you have to do is sign these affidavits and be ready to testify if needed.”‎The first man, a former senior designer named Paul, swallowed hard.‎“What exactly do we have to say?” he asked.‎Kline slid the papers toward them.‎“You’ll swear under oath that you witnessed Sarah Bennett displaying erratic and unstable behavior. Yelling at staff, neglecting important projects, making threats and showing signs

‎‎Marcus‎‎I parked my car outside the old industrial building on the edge of the city, my hands sweaty on the steering wheel. This wasn’t the kind of place normal people came to borrow money. This was where desperate men made deals with devils.‎Rico “The Blade” Morales was waiting for me inside.‎I found him sitting on a metal chair in the middle of the empty warehouse, surrounded by four silent, heavily armed men. Rico was in his late forties, stocky, with a thick neck covered in tattoos and a scar running down the left side of his face. His eyes were cold and dead...the eyes of a man who had killed before and would kill again without blinking.‎“Marcus Richardson,” Rico said slowly, his voice deep and raspy. He didn’t stand up. “You’ve got some balls coming here again man. Sit.”‎I sat down on the chair opposite him, trying to look confident.‎“Thanks for seeing me on such short notice,” I said. “I need a loan again. A big one.”‎Rico smiled, but there was no warmth in it.‎“How