Novel & Cerita His Vengeful Ex-wife Novel

Victor took his Cell phone and Called Ben, who is his secret right hand man, who does his dirty bidding and finds out about people's lives; he Also monitors people's lives. Hello Ben, Victor said yes, boss; what can I do for you sir? Ben replied I want you to keep an eye on Eva, Damon's ex wife. She is no good, I need every possible information about what she does, where she goes and who she meets up with. Victor orders and ends the call.

I was only here because he allowed it. I knew all these things and still, I gave him a piece of me I can’t take back. A piece of me that, no matter how much I search, I can never find it. My breath comes in broken sobs. Damien Lancaster was just like them. The rich. I should have never expected anything from him. Of course, I am his wife now. I brought this upon myself and I have to deal with it. I don’t cry. Not really. I sit there on the floor, breathing heavily like I’m drowning in air. But the tears? They don’t fall. It’s worse than that.

The woman who had been willing to give up anything earn the love of her husband. it was ironic that the person who had ended up snatching my husband was none other than my dear sister, perhaps I would have preferred it if it had been a mistress, or one of Damien's employees. I could see mockery in the eyes of the onlookers, waiting for me to have a mental breakdown. But I held my head high, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. At some point, I had grown numb to it all. The pain of seeing my parents and friends standing on Sasha's side was now merely a dull ache. More than anything, I wanted to get this over with and go home.

“No, you’re brooding.” “There’s a difference.” “Not from where I’m standing.” Lena gave her a look, but Sarah only smiled and took the seat across from her. “So,” Sarah said lightly, “what are we calling this phase?” Lena arched a brow. “What phase?” “The one where your ex-husband discovers emotional depth and starts sending symbolic flowers.” Lena closed the folder. “We’re not calling it anything.” Sarah laughed. “That bad?” “That inconvenient.” “Ah.” Sarah nodded. “So definitely serious.”

“I’m not done. He’s paying you what? A hundred million? I’m just saying, you can ask him to double it. Milk him for what he’s got. That is a lot of money, Iris.” “I’m not marrying my daughter’s father, Megan. And to think it’s all just for what? Revenge? This is a marriage we’re talking about. Marriage to my ex-husband’s ‘brother’. I want nothing to do with that family.” I told Maverick that I was going to think about it, which I had been doing in the last three days since I got back, weighing the pros and the cons. Because as much as I wanted revenge, I couldn't go on with that plan at the expense of my family. My daughter.

I opened T*****r. My heart sank. There were photos of us on the red carpet. Hundreds of them. Me leaning into Damian. Damian’s hand on my waist. Us dancing. The captions were brutal. *“Thorne’s New Trophy Wife.”* *“From Rags to Riches: The Gambler’s Daughter.”* *“Is Elara Vance a Gold Digger? Sources Say Yes.”* One article, from a gossip blog called *City Secrets*, had over a million views. It detailed my father’s debts, my mother’s failed businesses, and my own lack of career success. It painted me as a desperate woman who had trapped a billionaire into marriage.

But I also saw something else, a distance and a cold wall standing between us now. It had not been there before the smoke bombs dropped in the park and she was realizing the true depth of the family she had married into. She was realizing that the man who held her at night was part of a man’s ruin. "Is it true, Xavier?" she asked quietly. "Did you know he was left to die in that hole?" "I knew," I said and did not blink or make up an excuse. "I found out two weeks after the fire and I kept my mouth shut to save the Vance stock prices. I am sorry, Nichole."

I don’t want to fall behind and then have a lot to catch up on when I return to the office. I am starting to get a little worried. Serena did check in early, but she said she would be back in a few hours. It has been longer, closer to four and a half. I am sure it is nothing, but after what happened to me, I can’t help myself. What is stopping them from going after her? They had no issue doing it to me, and sadly, I am blood. Serena isn’t. She is an ex-wife, a person who has enough to take them down.

She clenched her fist on the table in frustration. "Forget about him, Ava. Don't let him ruin your mood. He's not worth it," Chris reassured, placing a comforting hand over her clenched fist. Ava gave a small smile and nodded in agreement. Chris couldn't understand why Ava's ex-husband would divorce such an amazing woman like her. He must have been lacking in brain cells and reasoning, because who would want to end a relationship with someone as perfect as Ava? Chris returned to his meal, not wanting Ava to dwell on her brainless ex and risk ruining her mood even more.

I opened it and read the first page. This is a story about a sorceress who was exiled because of studying black magic, her desire to preserve youth prompted her to kill young women and children. She sacrifices many of them so that she can have eternal youth. I have also read books like this several times when I was traveling. As I kept turning the page, the name of this sorceress was mentioned. Lucinda. Where did this book come from? There is no author written so I don't know who did the work.