LOGINShare
CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT: TALL LIKE HER DADDY
Last Updated:
2025-04-07 21:08:46
Related chapters
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE: LIKE A NARCOTIC
IRIS Curling my hands into fists, I heaved a sigh, deciding to go find him in his bedroom. We weren’t kids, we were fully grown adults that could talk things out with each other instead of keeping malice and avoiding each other.Okay. Okay.Maybe I just wanted to apologize for being a total bitch to him. In all fairness, it was the alcohol.‘The fuck it wasn’t,’ my inner voice scoffed at me.“Shut up,” I muttered.I stood outside Maverick’s door for a full minute before raising my hand to knock on it. “Maverick?”No answer.I knocked three more times, pushing the door open when I still didn't get a response. The lights were turned off. I doubted that he had even been in here. Even the bathroom lights were turned off.So where the hell had he disappeared to?Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I shut his door behind me as I exited his room. I also checked a couple of other rooms upstairs, all to no avail. He wasn’t upstairs. He wasn’t in the living room. And I didn’t think he’d walked
Last Updated : 2025-04-07Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY: THE MASSAGE GUN
IRIS The moment I whispered yes, everything shifted.“Strip,” Maverick ordered, stepping away from me. His voice was raspy and cold, lower than it had ever been before. Every fiber of my body knew that it was a command, and not just a statement. But something inside me still chose to be defiant.“What?” I’d heard him. I was just taunting him.Maverick took a deep breath, lowering himself onto the bench next to him. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Angel. The more you disobey me, the longer your punishment will be. Don’t test me.”Punishment being the fact that he wasn’t going to let me come. My body shivered at that thought, all the heat rushing towards my core.Keeping my eyes on Maverick’s now hooded, dark ones, I reached for the hem of my top, pulling it over my head slowly. If I was going to be tortured, then there was no harm in torturing him back.Maverick’s jaw clenched as he watched me unclasp my bra. His eyes followed my every move, only glancing at my face once in a while. I
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE: JUST SOME SLUT
IRIS Maverick’s voice was ice. It wasn’t teasing like before, it was just cold. The kind of cold that burned me more than fire ever could. My fingers were still hooked in the elastic of my panties, but I froze when I saw the look in Maverick’s eyes. He wasn’t looking at me with wonder, like he often did whenever I was naked in front of him. He was looking at me with… nothing. There was nothing but darkness in his eyes. Cruel, cold darkness. Had I pushed him too far this time? His fingers tightened around my wrist for a moment before he let go. He didn’t want me to move, so I didn’t. Maverick pressed the vibrating gun to my skin again. “I think I’ve let you have your way for too long, Angel,” his voice rumbled. “But not anymore.” I whimpered, arching my back when he pressed the gun to the front of my panties. “Arghh…Maverick…” “Shhhh.” He pulled it away from me. “I need you to be still for me,” he whispered. “Otherwise, I’d have to start over.” “Okay,” I whispered airily, th
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO: WEDDING JITTERS
IRIS Every single step I took downstairs was a reminder of the night Maverick and I had. And with that, came the reminder of him abandoning me on the gym floor. I didn’t know how long I stayed there.An hour? Maybe two?All I knew was that Maverick wasn’t in the house when I finally found the strength to get up. And he wasn’t around right now.I didn’t have a shred of dignity left in me. Maverick had taken it, snatched it from me in the most brutal way ever, and I’d let him without even questioning him.“Lovely morning, Iris,” Tania’s cheery voice greeted me from the kitchen. She was pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Mav said you might sleep in today. Want some coffee?”“Thanks,” I muttered when she slid the mug in front of me. Well, at least he had the guts to mention me to Tania.‘Might sleep in today.’ The thought made me scoff.“Are you alright?” she asked, studying the expression on my face. “Need me to whip you up some breakfast? You look exhausted.”I raised my eyes to meet Ta
Last Updated : 2025-04-09Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: WOMAN TO WOMAN
IRIS “So you’re stalking me now?”Eleanor shrugged, strutting into the room and dropping her bag beside mine. She had on a blue maxi-dress that clung to her body, her blond hair was curled in waves and she had a pair of sunglasses perched on her head.My eyes darted to her stomach. She hadn’t started showing yet. But her skin was glowing and she had a wicked smile on her face. This would be her second child with Sebastian. “Who’s to say I am?” she replied, looking around the room. “Wedding preparations?”“What the hell are you doing here, Eleanor?” I asked, folding my arms.She tilted her head, tapping her finger to her chin as though she was considering my question. “Couple massage, obviously.”“What?” My brows shot up. “We’re not a couple.”She smirked. “Oh, I know. That’s what makes it fun.”I narrowed my eyes at her, ready to ask the masseuse to send Eleanor out, but on a second thought, I let her be. Eleanor was always planning something. Always up to something. Maybe this time
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR: BABY GIRL
IRIS My skin tingled, I wasn’t sure whether it was from the unfinished massage or Eleanor’s presence. But whatever it was, I was ready to leave.However, as I walked through the hallway, my phone buzzed in my hand. I quickly took it out, expecting to see a text from Maverick because he hadn’t replied, but what I saw had me halting on the spot.‘Hope you’re enjoying your spa day, Iris Blake.’My heart dropped into my stomach. It was a text from the same unknown number that had messaged me weeks ago.Another text came in.‘I think we’re long overdue for a talk, aren’t we? I’m in a black car across the street. Meet me there.’‘Make sure your pretty little assistant is unaware. You don’t want your fiance finding out, do you?.’My ears rang as sweat began to break out of my skin. Whoever this stranger was, he wanted to speak to me. And as wary as I was of the situation, I wanted to know what this person wanted to say.And even more important, I wanted to know who it was.“Chloe,” I called
Last Updated : 2025-04-12Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE: TOO BRIDAL
IRIS The moment I stepped back into the building, Chloe was all over me.“Oh my gosh, Miss Blake!” she breathed. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I thought I lost you.”I narrowed my eyes at her. She seemed too worried. Way too worried. “I’m not a child, Chloe. You can’t ‘lose me.’”Something about the wild look in her eyes made me a little wary. Why the hell was she so worried that I would disappear? That I would… run away?What did Maverick put her up to?“Are you alright, Chloe?” I asked, observing the red tinting her cheeks. “You seem a little flustered.”Chloe shook her head aggressively. “No—I mean, yes, I’m alright. It’s just… I was asked to watch you closely, and when I came out of the bathroom and didn’t see you anywhere, I thought the worst. I’m sorry.” She bowed her head as she confessed, embarrassed.I ground my teeth together so hard, they could chip away. Chloe had just confessed to being my babysitter—as directed by Maverick.The sly bastard. He’d treated me like
Last Updated : 2025-04-12Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX: THREATS AND NEGOTIATIONS
MAVERICK It was all I could do not to rush over to Iris, yank that sexy wedding dress up, shift her panties to the side and slide into her wet heat. My hands were curled into fists, and my jaw was clenched hard, but I didn’t take my eyes off her.She looked… exquisite.“Mr. Sinclair,” Chloe, Iris’s assistant for the day, announced heartily. “We were just finishing up. Do you—”“Leave us,” I cut in, still keeping my eyes fixed on my fiance’s through the mirror. Her own expression was defiant, eyes looking into mine like she wanted to kill me.Well, if looks could kill…The two women scurried out of the dressing room, leaving me and Iris all alone. This close, I could feel the anger radiating off her body, taking up the space in the room.“What are you doing here?” She snapped.My lips pulled down in a frown. “You said we needed to talk,” I said. “I’m here now.”Iris scoffed, finally turning around to look at me. Her hair was curled in waves that fell over her right shoulder, and she
Last Updated : 2025-04-13
Latest chapter
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT: SO FUCKING CLOSE
IRIS My knees no longer wanted any part of this.Maverick was thrusting into me with so much fervor, my knees were shaking, threatening to give way under me. I was delirious with pleasure, unable to even look at my reflection in the mirror.One of his hands came around my neck, pulling my upper body back toward him, so my back was arched. “Just look at you, Angel,” he hissed into my ear. “Look at how sexy you look taking my cock like a good girl.”I gasped as my eyes met his in the mirror. Maverick’s pupils were really dark now, dilated with lust. His hair, thick and messy, fell over his forehead, making him look like some kind of sex god.“Mmmhm—”“Such a good girl for me only when you want me inside you. You’ve got no sense of self-respect, have you?”I swallowed thickly as he applied pressure to my neck.“Maveri—”“Such a pretty slut for me,” he growled, increasing his pace. “A lying slut, that’s what you are. But you’re mine, aren’t you? You can’t get enough of me, can’t stay aw
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN: SCREAM THE BUILDING DOWN
IRIS I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Didn’t know why all of a sudden, I was needy for Maverick when I was supposed to be hating him for what he did to me. But there was nothing else that I could do.Except show him how much I needed his cock right this moment.This wasn’t exactly the ideal place to fuck, but who cares?He was Maverick fucking Sinclair. He could do whatever he wanted.“It’s not exactly a big deal, Maverick,” I said, heaving a sigh. “There’s not an exact reason. And it’s just a casual dinner party. You don’t really need an excuse to throw one, do you?”Maverick tightened his grip around me. “No, I don’t.”I wanted to confess that it was Ryan who had put me up to this, but I wasn’t sure how that would go. And I had a feeling that I wasn't supposed to. Not when my daughter was involved.“Also,” I murmured. “It’ll be held in the Sinclair estate, right?”“Yeah.” Maverick tilted his head. “That’s where most parties are held.” He was hesitating. He really didn’t want
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX: THREATS AND NEGOTIATIONS
MAVERICK It was all I could do not to rush over to Iris, yank that sexy wedding dress up, shift her panties to the side and slide into her wet heat. My hands were curled into fists, and my jaw was clenched hard, but I didn’t take my eyes off her.She looked… exquisite.“Mr. Sinclair,” Chloe, Iris’s assistant for the day, announced heartily. “We were just finishing up. Do you—”“Leave us,” I cut in, still keeping my eyes fixed on my fiance’s through the mirror. Her own expression was defiant, eyes looking into mine like she wanted to kill me.Well, if looks could kill…The two women scurried out of the dressing room, leaving me and Iris all alone. This close, I could feel the anger radiating off her body, taking up the space in the room.“What are you doing here?” She snapped.My lips pulled down in a frown. “You said we needed to talk,” I said. “I’m here now.”Iris scoffed, finally turning around to look at me. Her hair was curled in waves that fell over her right shoulder, and she
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE: TOO BRIDAL
IRIS The moment I stepped back into the building, Chloe was all over me.“Oh my gosh, Miss Blake!” she breathed. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I thought I lost you.”I narrowed my eyes at her. She seemed too worried. Way too worried. “I’m not a child, Chloe. You can’t ‘lose me.’”Something about the wild look in her eyes made me a little wary. Why the hell was she so worried that I would disappear? That I would… run away?What did Maverick put her up to?“Are you alright, Chloe?” I asked, observing the red tinting her cheeks. “You seem a little flustered.”Chloe shook her head aggressively. “No—I mean, yes, I’m alright. It’s just… I was asked to watch you closely, and when I came out of the bathroom and didn’t see you anywhere, I thought the worst. I’m sorry.” She bowed her head as she confessed, embarrassed.I ground my teeth together so hard, they could chip away. Chloe had just confessed to being my babysitter—as directed by Maverick.The sly bastard. He’d treated me like
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR: BABY GIRL
IRIS My skin tingled, I wasn’t sure whether it was from the unfinished massage or Eleanor’s presence. But whatever it was, I was ready to leave.However, as I walked through the hallway, my phone buzzed in my hand. I quickly took it out, expecting to see a text from Maverick because he hadn’t replied, but what I saw had me halting on the spot.‘Hope you’re enjoying your spa day, Iris Blake.’My heart dropped into my stomach. It was a text from the same unknown number that had messaged me weeks ago.Another text came in.‘I think we’re long overdue for a talk, aren’t we? I’m in a black car across the street. Meet me there.’‘Make sure your pretty little assistant is unaware. You don’t want your fiance finding out, do you?.’My ears rang as sweat began to break out of my skin. Whoever this stranger was, he wanted to speak to me. And as wary as I was of the situation, I wanted to know what this person wanted to say.And even more important, I wanted to know who it was.“Chloe,” I called
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE: WOMAN TO WOMAN
IRIS “So you’re stalking me now?”Eleanor shrugged, strutting into the room and dropping her bag beside mine. She had on a blue maxi-dress that clung to her body, her blond hair was curled in waves and she had a pair of sunglasses perched on her head.My eyes darted to her stomach. She hadn’t started showing yet. But her skin was glowing and she had a wicked smile on her face. This would be her second child with Sebastian. “Who’s to say I am?” she replied, looking around the room. “Wedding preparations?”“What the hell are you doing here, Eleanor?” I asked, folding my arms.She tilted her head, tapping her finger to her chin as though she was considering my question. “Couple massage, obviously.”“What?” My brows shot up. “We’re not a couple.”She smirked. “Oh, I know. That’s what makes it fun.”I narrowed my eyes at her, ready to ask the masseuse to send Eleanor out, but on a second thought, I let her be. Eleanor was always planning something. Always up to something. Maybe this time
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO: WEDDING JITTERS
IRIS Every single step I took downstairs was a reminder of the night Maverick and I had. And with that, came the reminder of him abandoning me on the gym floor. I didn’t know how long I stayed there.An hour? Maybe two?All I knew was that Maverick wasn’t in the house when I finally found the strength to get up. And he wasn’t around right now.I didn’t have a shred of dignity left in me. Maverick had taken it, snatched it from me in the most brutal way ever, and I’d let him without even questioning him.“Lovely morning, Iris,” Tania’s cheery voice greeted me from the kitchen. She was pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Mav said you might sleep in today. Want some coffee?”“Thanks,” I muttered when she slid the mug in front of me. Well, at least he had the guts to mention me to Tania.‘Might sleep in today.’ The thought made me scoff.“Are you alright?” she asked, studying the expression on my face. “Need me to whip you up some breakfast? You look exhausted.”I raised my eyes to meet Ta
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE: JUST SOME SLUT
IRIS Maverick’s voice was ice. It wasn’t teasing like before, it was just cold. The kind of cold that burned me more than fire ever could. My fingers were still hooked in the elastic of my panties, but I froze when I saw the look in Maverick’s eyes. He wasn’t looking at me with wonder, like he often did whenever I was naked in front of him. He was looking at me with… nothing. There was nothing but darkness in his eyes. Cruel, cold darkness. Had I pushed him too far this time? His fingers tightened around my wrist for a moment before he let go. He didn’t want me to move, so I didn’t. Maverick pressed the vibrating gun to my skin again. “I think I’ve let you have your way for too long, Angel,” his voice rumbled. “But not anymore.” I whimpered, arching my back when he pressed the gun to the front of my panties. “Arghh…Maverick…” “Shhhh.” He pulled it away from me. “I need you to be still for me,” he whispered. “Otherwise, I’d have to start over.” “Okay,” I whispered airily, th
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER EIGHTY: THE MASSAGE GUN
IRIS The moment I whispered yes, everything shifted.“Strip,” Maverick ordered, stepping away from me. His voice was raspy and cold, lower than it had ever been before. Every fiber of my body knew that it was a command, and not just a statement. But something inside me still chose to be defiant.“What?” I’d heard him. I was just taunting him.Maverick took a deep breath, lowering himself onto the bench next to him. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Angel. The more you disobey me, the longer your punishment will be. Don’t test me.”Punishment being the fact that he wasn’t going to let me come. My body shivered at that thought, all the heat rushing towards my core.Keeping my eyes on Maverick’s now hooded, dark ones, I reached for the hem of my top, pulling it over my head slowly. If I was going to be tortured, then there was no harm in torturing him back.Maverick’s jaw clenched as he watched me unclasp my bra. His eyes followed my every move, only glancing at my face once in a while. I
