His Vengeful Ex-wife Novel 소설 & 이야기

They are moving fast, very ambitious, but I was unstoppable this time around. And with the chessboard set, we booked the next flight back to New York, where it all started. My return, they won't see it coming! As I paused to look at my reflection in the mirror, behold, the woman staring back at me wasn't the naive, discarded wife. This woman is ruthless, and in control. Time for revenge!

“But we’re finally real.” I looked out at the sea again, at the life we chose, the battles we survived. I once thought vengeance would set me free. But it wasn’t vengeance that gave me peace. It was love. Hard-won. Imperfect. And absolutely mine. — *Elena Montrose Crest* AUTHOR’S NOTE From the Desk of Enerst Brooks - The Vengetful Bride Creator When “The CEO’s Vengeful Bride” began, it wasn’t just a story about power plays or cold-hearted revenge. It was about a woman who lost everything and dared to come back for more than justice. She came back for herself.

"I wanted her to know her place. Instead, she ran to Damien Cross, of all people. Do you have any idea what kind of ammunition that gives him?" "So what?" I leaned forward, letting my dress dip lower. "She's desperate and pregnant. He's using her to get to you. Everyone can see that. You're Adrian Sterling. You have the power here." Adrian's eyes finally left the screen, but they didn't hold the heat I wanted. They were cold, calculating. "Power means nothing if I can't control my own wife." "Ex-wife," I corrected, a sharp edge creeping into my voice despite myself. "She signed the papers. She's nothing now. Just another gold digger who thought she could trap a rich man with a baby."

Margaret, who sat on the edge of the sofa with her hands folded In her lap, she tried to think of something but ended up letting her eyes follow Nathaniel as he moved up and down. " Nathaniel..” she tried to call out. "Don't." He turned to her. “If you can just sit down…" “And then what" he threw his hands frantically "then you act like I'm being irrational!" He walked up to her and stood. “I want you to tell me mother, how the hell my ex wife walked into that boardroom as their heir to one of the most powerful empires in the city and none of us knew." No one made a sound except from the broken glasses of the vase the maids picked up from the floor.

"Claire, please..." "No, you please! I've had enough of your bull shit, Hunter MacIntyre. Don't try to talk to me again. It's over. It's over between us." Tbc... Hey, my new book 'Ex-wife's marriage revenge' is out on the app. Do check it.

Tessa had always had it all: wealth surpassing Caroline’s, unmatched beauty, a dream life, and a handsome husband who Caroline once thought was poor but turned out to be a billionaire. Now that Tessa’s life was crumbling, Caroline could finally feel dark satisfaction. Seeing Tessa ruined and living on the streets with nothing was the greatest moment of her life. But as she was about to get her hands on Nathan, her ex-husband who was rich beyond imagination, Tessa was carrying his child? No, Caroline would not let that happen.

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

As my understanding of her actions deepened, a multitude of emotions intensified, fueling the flames of determination and retribution within my being. "Why, Rachel? What compelled you to destroy my marriage life? Who are you, huh?" I muttered to myself, seeking answers that might never be satisfactory. Still, I found an insatiable curiosity driving me to fathom the reasons underlying her act of stealing husband. My pursuit of truth persisted, leading me to compile a roster of individuals in her inner circle, along with plausible vulnerabilities that could be utilized to my advantage. Revenge was a delicate game, and I needed to be strategic if I wanted to succeed. Every step had to be calcu

I stride over, barely containing my bubbling rage. She laughs, a sharp, cutting sound. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, sweetheart. I’m simply reclaiming what’s mine.” A firm slap hit her face, sending her gracelessly. “What’s yours?” I snap. “You're just the other woman. You abandoned Vince all those years ago, and now you shamelessly interfere in his marriage. All you do is steal from me—steal my husband, my achievements. A thief!” Darci’s beautiful face twisted up and she began to scream. Vince suddenly opened the door and rushed towards us angrily.

Tears slide silently down my cheeks as the understanding hits in sickening waves. The engagement. The shared finances. The legal access. The way he slowly isolated me from certain contacts under the excuse of ‘protecting’ me. It wasn’t love. It was positioning. A sob claws out of my chest before I can stop it. “I slept next to my own executioner,” I choke. Miles’s grip tightens on the steering wheel. “He didn’t expect to fall for you.” I let out a hollow laugh through tears. “That makes it worse.”