All Chapters of THE WIFE'S REVENGE: BETRAYAL IN BLOOD: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The ride back to the mansion was silent, but the air was thick with tension. I sat beside Ivan, holding my hand tightly in his. His knuckles were white, his jaw set so hard I could see the muscle ticking. The information Clara gave us had changed everything. It wasn't just about love or revenge anymore. It was war. And the enemy was already inside our walls. "A spy..." I whispered, breaking the silence. "Someone close to you, Ivan. Who could it be?" Ivan turned his head slowly, his gray eyes dark and stormy. "In my world, Elena, trust is a luxury I cannot afford," he said grimly. "Everyone is suspect. My advisors, my security team, even the staff. But for someone to leak information that big... to help Adrian plan a takeover... they must be high ranking. Someone who has access to everything." He squeezed my hand. "But don't worry. I will find them. And when I do... they will beg for death before I grant it." That evening, Ivan called for an emergency meeting in the main confer

The applause was deafening, the music was grand, and the atmosphere was filled with celebration. But as I looked out into the sea of smiling faces, my eyes accidentally locked with a pair of eyes across the room. A chill ran down my spine, instantly freezing the smile on my lips. He was standing in the shadows near the pillar, partially hidden by the crowd. He wasn't clapping. He wasn't smiling. He was just staring at me with an intensity that felt predatory. He was an older man, maybe in his fifties, with silver hair and a scar running down his left cheek. He wore an expensive white suit, making him stand out among the sea of black ties. But it was his eyes that terrified me—cold, dark, and filled with a hatred so deep it felt tangible. "Who is that?" I whispered, tightening my grip on Ivan’s arm. Ivan followed my gaze, and his entire body instantly stiffened. The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a storm of fury and alertness. "Dammit," he cursed under his breath. "I di

Weeks passed, and Richard Hale became a familiar face in the mansion.He was the perfect father figure. He brought me flowers, remembered my favorite foods, and always listened to me with such attention. He even gained Clara’s trust, helping her walk in the garden and chatting with her like old friends.Ivan was still cautious, but seeing how happy I was, he slowly let his guard down. Richard was old, frail, and seemed harmless. What danger could he possibly pose?One afternoon, I was sitting in the garden reading a book. The weather was nice, but I felt a bit dizzy, a common symptom of pregnancy."Here you are, my dear," Richard said, walking towards me with a warm smile, holding a cup of steaming tea. "I made you some chamomile. It will help with the nausea. I learned this recipe from your mother. She used to drink this when she was carrying you."My heart melted. "Thank you, Dad."I took the cup. It smelled sweet and fragrant. I brought it to my lips, ready to drink it."Elena!"A

We knew Vladimir Kozlov was arrogant. He thought he was the smartest man in the room. He thought fear was enough to make people obey. And most importantly... he underestimated me.I was sitting at the vanity table one evening, brushing my hair, when I heard the window creak open softly.I didn't turn around immediately. I kept looking at my reflection, watching as a dark figure slipped inside. He was wearing a black mask, but his walk, his build... it was unmistakable."Looking for someone?" I asked calmly, not showing a single hint of fear.The figure stopped. He slowly removed his mask, revealing Vladimir Kozlov’s cruel face."I knew you were a smart woman, Elena," he smirked, walking closer. "Much smarter than your useless husband. He thinks he can protect you by locking you up? But doors and guards are nothing for me."He reached out, trying to touch my hair, but I pulled back slightly."Why are you here, Vladimir?" I asked, lowering my eyes demurely. "You want to kill me? Go ahea

Three months passed peacefully.The city had changed hands completely. All of Kozlov’s businesses, his money, and his influence were now absorbed into Ivan’s empire. There was no one left to challenge him. Ivan Vasiliev was now the undisputed King of the city.But life inside the mansion had softened again. The steel gates were still there, but the atmosphere was warm and full of anticipation.My belly had grown round and heavy. The baby was active, kicking and moving constantly, a constant reminder of the life we had created amidst all the chaos.I was sitting in the garden, enjoying the afternoon sun, when Clara came walking slowly towards me, supported by her cane. She looked much healthier now, her cheeks rosy and her eyes bright."Here you are," she smiled, sitting down carefully on the chair next to me. "Resting again? You need to save your energy, dear. Labor is hard work.""I know," I laughed softly, placing my hands protectively over my stomach. "But he or she is so strong, C