A Divorced Evil Lady Bakes Cakes Novels & Stories

’ huffed the home wrecker, her long, pink nails clawing at my arms like she was drowning. But Sarah, already recovered, grabbed my arm to halt my attacks so she could throw a real slap on that cakey cheek. ‘You’re the bitch, you bitch!’ She roared with my fury. ‘Didn’t you know that the Don’s already married? This is his wife!’ The woman jerked back with furious eyes. ‘He’s divorced! Said so himself. Besides.’ She gave me a scan and scoffed. ‘Who wants an oil tank when he can have these!’ She pushed up her big tits and they threatened to spill from her low-V.

Then she tilted her head and smiled like a serpent in silk. “I hear you’ve been playing house with my husband.” The floor tilted. I blinked, unsure if I’d heard her right. “Your what?” “Husband,” she said again. Calm. Like she was clarifying a menu order. “Stop acting like you didn’t know. Or is that part of your bakery charm? All sugar and innocence until you slide into someone else’s life?” My breath locked in my chest. “But… Damien said you were divorced.” She laughed. Quiet and cruel. “And you believed him? How sweet. I’m starting to see the appeal.”

Arielle responded, spreading her hands out for emphasis, and picked up her phone, she searched for her name and gave her phone to Yoey who read what she showed him with a neutral face. “See, you guys made me sign those damn papers and made me into a gold digger and a bad woman overnight, somehow, I am the villain here because I filed for a divorce while my husband of two months is going through shits, and now you tell me, what do you think I will do to seal my place as the evil woman that I am?”

They didn’t share a romantic lovey-dovey relationship, but she thought he liked her. “Aiden. I made you these tarts thinking…” “Life is much more than these tarts, Elara!” Aiden snapped at her, “Can’t you listen? We are getting divorced. I asked my lawyer to prepare these papers. You need to sign them. I already did.” What? He had already signed the divorce papers? “But why?” her voice dropped to a low whisper, “What did I do wrong? I … I thought you liked my baking that’s why I used to …”

“That young lady, killing Anastasia is the only way. I mean, that's if you don't want a divorce… You could easily set William and Anastasia up, have them sleep together, and then get a valid reason to ask for a clean divorce where William will feel guilty and give you half of his properties.” “Mom?” “Call her.” “What?” “Call her now, tell her you want to apologize, then set them up; it won't be the first time.” “I'm not evil, Mom, I have a soul,” I said, rubbing my arm using my one hand as I walked to the little window.

"What's the rush? I'll bring her back when she learns her lesson. You guys won't believe this—she actually emailed me a divorce agreement the other day. Said she wanted to 'end things'. I almost died laughing. It's obviously a bluff. "She's so desperate. I'll give her a couple more days, let her cool off. It's like she still thinks she's the prom queen or something." I took a deep breath and pushed the door wide open.

He muttered while I stared at him in confusion and disbelief. How could he be so cold towards me? Why wasn’t he remorseful? Mason walked towards Lucia, slapping her on the bum as he walked past her to make way for her drawer, and brought out an envelope. He towered over me, dropping them on the floor before me. “These are the divorce papers!” “I recommended the divorce lawyer just in case” A smirk crept at the corner of her mouth while I stared at her horrified and in shock. This wasn’t the Lucia that I knew. This wasn’t my twin sister. This had to be a clone or a nightmare.

It was all I’d always myself seeing as I couldn’t have it when she was awake. Placing her on the couch gently, I made my way into the kitchen to grab the cake that I’d baked. Eva always loved effort. She’d rather you spend hours making her one gift than spend millions buying her twenty so I called off work today and called Pamela for her cake recipe. I spent the whole day trying and failing until I baked a cake that was semi-presentable. The icing was terrible, but I doubted she’d mind. I placed it on the coffee table in front of Eva and roused her gently. She mumbled a few incoherent words under her breath before blinking slowly, her beautiful eyes opening.

That woman was truly evil and vicious. “Tell me, what do you want from me? I'm already divorcing your precious son. I have already signed the divorce papers; then why are you still dragging my family along? Tell them to leave my father.” Lily was on the verge of crying as she spoke. Camilla was a little startled after she heard Lily mention she was divorcing Rayan and had already signed the divorce papers. However, she perfectly concealed her surprise.

“You’re wrong. I just want Charles to know that I’m getting a dress designed by his wife. I want to know if he agrees or not. If not, then I’ll cancel it. So you better be ready.” I chuckled, covering my mouth. “It’s not because it’s too expensive, huh?” “Watch your mouth!” That hand hovered in the air. But then it stopped. “Why stop? Just keep going. When you act up, Charles will realize what kind of woman you are. Ah, or maybe he’ll turn a blind eye to this too. Why? Because you’re both the same.” Suddenly, Eva tore up a stack of checks and threw them in my face. She didn’t forget to stomp her foot either. “We’re not poor. I could even buy you if you put yourself up for sale.”