All Chapters of The Scorned Wife’s Revenge: Claimed By His Ruthless Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Three days passed and it was time for the final wedding…the white grand hall shimmered like something pulled out of a dream. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their light scattering across polished marble floors like broken stars. White roses and soft blush peonies lined the aisle in perfect symmetry, their fragrance lingering in the air, delicate, expensive and unforgettable. A string quartet played softly at the far end of the hall, the melody weaving through the murmurs of high-profile guests dressed in wealth and power. Every seat was occupied and every eye carried curiosity.Ava stood behind the grand doors, her hands trembling slightly. Lauren, dressed in a fitted champagne bridesmaid gown, adjusted Ava’s veil carefully. “You look like someone a man would ruin himself for,” she whispered with a teasing smile.Ava let out a soft breath. “I’m about to know one who might.”Lauren smirked. “the fact that this setting is even better than your first…girl..”“Lauren pleas

Ava paced the room still restless and angry. Her chest rose and fell as she stared at Damien like she was seeing him for the first time.“You planned this…” she whispered but Damien didn’t flinch.“I prevented something worse.” He muttered softly.“That’s not an answer!” her voice rose, echoing against the high ceilings. “You let people believe we were kidnapped. My family will be worried, my friend, my father…he’s health is unstable do you know what this news would do to him!”A flicker passed through Damien’s eyes but it went as soon as it came. “He’s being monitored. I made sure of that.”Ava let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh.“You made sure?” she repeated. “You made sure? You don’t get to play God with people’s lives and then act like you’re doing them a favor!” Saying this, she yelled loudly but Damien walked past her, completely composed, heading toward the glass table where his laptop sat open.“You’re emotional right now,” he said calmly and added. “We’ll talk when you’ve cal

The hall erupted into chaos…there were whispers, shouts and cameras flashing endlessly but April heard none of it as she ran straight off the stage into Ava’s arms.“You’re alive…” she sobbed and said softly.Ava held her tightly, “I’m here… I’m okay…”April cried like a child…she sniffed and hiccuped as all the fear, all the pain and all the waiting…broke at once.Mrs. Sterling joined them, tears streaming down her face, “Thank God…” she whispered, holding Ava’s face. “Are you hurt? Did they hurt you?”Ava smiled softly, “No, Mom. I’m fine.”“They wouldn’t dare,” Damien added calmly, ruining the moment. Ava shot him a sharp look…an unfriendly one.Lauren stepped forward, her expression serious,“What happened?” she asked quietly. “Did you escape?”Ava hesitated…her eyes flickered toward Damien then back at Lauren and in that moment, she decided to come clean. “We weren’t kidnapped.”Confusion spread instantly.“What?” Lauren frowned.Ava continued,“Damien knew it was going to happen,

The weather gave signs of impending rain but people still went about their daily business like it was just a bluff till the rain started without warning. It wasn’t gentle, not the kind that whispered against glass like a lullaby. It came down hard, loud, unapologetic, drenching the city in seconds. New York blurred into streaks of light and shadow beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the fashion house.Ava didn’t notice at first.Her eyes were fixed on the sketches spread across her desk, fingers lightly tracing the lines of a design she had redrawn three times already.“Still not satisfied?” His voice came from behind her, low, calm, and far too close. That surprised her…what was Damien doing there?She didn’t turn immediately, “I could ask you the same thing,” she replied softly. “You’ve been standing there for… what? Two minutes?”“Three,” he corrected.She exhaled, finally turning to face him,”Well…that's not creepy at all” she sarcastically replied as she noticed him.He looked

The hum of the city was a distant echo from Livia’s room, almost imperceptible behind the walls that felt increasingly like a cage. She sank onto the sofa, hands resting instinctively on her baby bump. Each thump of her heartbeat seemed to amplify the fear she tried to push down. Adrian didn’t know yet. He couldn’t know. Not the truth…she had to hide it.Adrian noticed again when he came to see her “You’re tense,” he said softly, leaning against the doorframe, his brow furrowed in concern.Livia forced a smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine, Adrain, Really.”“No,” he said flatly, walking over and sitting beside her. “You’re not fine. And I can see it…is it the baby? Do you need to see the doctor? Contractions?” he asked and she felt happy he was finally showing her care.Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress. “I just… it’s complicated. It's my hormones…I just feel stressed.”Adrain's eyes didn’t soften. “i’m booking an appointment for you…make sure you go s