RICARDO’S POV“Let me guess,” she said, leaning forward like we were just settling in for coffee. “You’ve got unresolved trauma?”I blinked. “Excuse me?”She gave a sympathetic nod, looking me up and down like I was the saddest thing she’d seen all day. “I knew it. Your wife did a real number on you, huh?”I frowned in confusion, unable to control my expression. What was this lady saying? She continued, undeterred. “You know, if I had a dollar for every guy who wanted to kill me because of his cheating wife, I’d be able to buy an island by now. It’s a bit concerning.”“Look, Mister,” she continued fearlessly, a complete 180 from the woman who seemed terrified just minutes ago, adjusting her posture like we were in a therapy session. “Before you pop my head off or whatever you’re planning, just hear me out: maybe killing me isn’t really what you need. Maybe what you need is, like, a long vacation or a divorce lawyer? Therapy’s the first step!”“The sweet release of death, that’s what I
TORIA’S POV I was unconditionally stressed. I had begun to exhaust all my sources—and my money. For some reason, no matter how powerful the men I sent were rumored to be, they always came back with their tails between their legs. The worst part was the fact that they never returned my money. If they were going to be failures, at least they should fail with grace and dignity. Matteo had begun straying from me, and I desperately needed a backup plan. I knew it was because of him—that man who had threatened me with a gun back at Viale. He had to be the one protecting her. If I could take Matteo so easily, I could take him too. I didn’t need him to be married to me, although, judging by how gorgeous his voice was, I wouldn’t mind getting another husband. My main goal was simple: find him, seduce him, and get him away from Bianca. Previously, my only issue with Bianca was that her bastard son was making Matteo stray. Now, after all the embarrassment she had caused me and the money I had
TORIA’S POVI had known I was irresistible, but the speed at which the men I sent to scout came back to tell me my mystery man himself had decided to schedule a date to meet me had me going back to my mirror and grinning.Only five hours had passed since I charged them with the mission, and the man had already felt intrigued. Perhaps he had been protecting Bianca all the time because he wanted to get my attention.Well, he had it. When I first saw that he wanted to see me so quickly, I had to hide my face in my pillow like a dainty schoolgirl. I had only seen his eyes and heard his voice that day, but those looked and sounded so lovely that I was sure my eyes were in for a treat the next day.Blatantly ignoring my husband, I sashayed from my temporary bedroom to our shared bedroom where most of my closet lay. He was also trying and failing to ignore me; I could see it through my peripherals.All men were the same. He hadn’t cared at all when he was looking for a bastard child he didn’
GIOVANNI’S POVI had to admit, I was expecting some resistance, maybe even fear, as I stared across at the woman before me in the near-empty restaurant. I did not expect her to volunteer information and act coquettish.The more she spoke about Matteo’s current situation, the more she smiled and leaned in closer, forcing me to continuously swallow my disgust. Frankly, I didn’t care about the manner in which she conducted her business; all I knew was that I was right to come out, regardless of whatever Herman had said.The woman was so loose-lipped, she was giving me information I didn’t even ask for. Who needed to know that Matteo had an uncontrollable and automatic erection whenever he heard any word in French? Not me. But I filed that information for later. It was useless and inane, but it was also funny as hell.“So, why were you looking into me?” I asked, leaning back into the seat. I wouldn’t be opposed to coming to the restaurant another time; the chairs were comfortable, and the
GIOVANNI’S POVI sat down at the corner of the café where Darren and I usually hung out. Our arrangement grated on me every single day, causing a dull ache that was easy enough to bear but impossible to ignore, especially since he was so irregular with how he treated me. I never initiated contact, unsure about whether or not it was welcome. It wasn’t all bad, though. I loved him, and it was my fault for falling in love when we had a purely physical arrangement, so I held no resentment towards him.I just wished I could express even an inkling of what I felt for him whenever it got overwhelming. It would probably help my clingy tendencies a little bit. I couldn’t think as smoothly as I wanted right then because little Miss Demon was staring a hole into my head.Was she that desperate?“Why are you playing hard to get?” She finally had enough of me ignoring her and came to storm at my table directly. Fortunately for me, the table was hidden from the view of the sparse people in the rest
DARREN’S POVI had come in for my regular 3 o'clock caffeine fix. Upon seeing one of Giovanni’s favorite cars outside, I knew just where to look so our eyes would meet. He always seemed to sense when I was around, and as such, it was incredibly hard to even think about scaring him. Surprisingly, our eyes didn’t meet, and it wasn’t because he was looking at his phone or something.No, he was glaring into a cup and exchanging words I couldn’t hear with a woman who sat down next to him. A woman I immediately identified as Toria. I could hardly understand what Toria was doing with Giovanni, especially with the incredibly small distance between the two of them.An irrational wave of jealousy bubbled inside me. It was irrational because Giovanni was visibly uncomfortable and looked like he was two seconds away from risking jail by committing cold-blooded murder right there. Also, he was very gay; there was absolutely no reason for me to feel the way I felt right then.That didn’t mean I wou
DARREN’S POV Toria grit her teeth, looking like she wanted me to catch on fire right then. Then slowly, her head sank to the table and her shoulders shook. What a drama queen! She wanted to act her way out of this. “What could I have possibly done to make you want to frame me this way?!” she asked, her face red and plump, her eyes looking guileless, like a woman who had done no wrong. It was extremely convincing. I knew the full story, and yet I was tempted to believe it was a lie just based on her skills alone. Roger Williams was an extremely successful American businessman; his worth exceeded billions. The only catch to him was that he was successful only because of his wife and her family. They had been the ones to pick him up from the slums and give him the company he was managing, and yet, he was still actively cheating on her. I hadn’t cared about the other women he slept with, only Toria, since she was the only one among them stressing my best friend out. It turned out t
DARREN’S POVMy mind was blank, absolutely wiped clean. Everything I had prepared to protect myself from the inevitable terrible heartache I would suffer when he was done talking, only for him to toss me out into the sea. And he was just there, his jaw clenched and his face serious. He just admitted that he loved me like he was casually telling me he preferred coffee over tea.There was no blush and no fidgeting. I offhandedly wondered what planet he came from, where people were allowed to bare their feelings on their sleeves so easily. I supposed it was what happened when people weren’t cowards like me.“I…I… Uh… Wait.” Oh, brilliant, Darren. Absolutely stellar. Shakespeare would have been proud of my eloquence.He looked away from me, his face regaining the scary impassivity it had back in the restaurant when he had pulled me out. I didn’t want that. I wanted my Vanni back, and it seemed like I actually had a shot at him being mine.“You don’t have to return my feelings, I just want
To all the incredible readers who have joined me on this journey, thank you from the bottom of my heart for being a part of this adventure. Your unwavering support, love, and enthusiasm have made every word worth writing, and I can’t express how grateful I am for each one of you who picked up EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before. I’ll forever have a soft spot for Bianca, Alessandro, Richardo, and, of course, Luca, my baby, whose strength, vulnerability, and complexities grew with every page. And, of course, I didn’t forget my two gays—Darren and Giovanni. Gosh, I love them! Ever
RICARDO’S POVThe man I was a year ago would probably hate me now—or at least laugh at how far I’d fallen.Standing in the warm kitchen of the villa, with the scent of fresh herbs and garlic wafting through the air, I stirred the pot of sauce absentmindedly. Linda was sitting at the island, flipping through some magazines and occasionally humming to herself. She looked up every now and then to check on me, smile always at the ready.“I still can’t believe you cook,” Linda said, her voice lilting with playful disbelief as she rested her chin on her palm. She sat at the island like it was her throne, watching me work.“You’ve known for months,” I replied without looking up, though I couldn’t stop the slight twitch of a smile tugging at my lips.“Knowing and believing are two different things,” she said dramatically as if the mere thought of me wielding a spatula were too much to process. “I mean, come on. You, Ricardo Moretti, slayer of gangsters, protector of secrets, simmering marinar
THIRD PERSON POVLinda stared at the bouquet in her hands, utterly baffled. Roses, hydrangeas, and something that looked suspiciously like a baby's breath. It was the kind of bouquet people bought when they were trying to make a statement. The most ridiculous part was that her fans hadn’t been the ones to send it to her.She glanced up at him, her brooding, possibly homicidal boyfriend — he had become less homicidal, she had to give that to him — standing there like he hadn’t just handed her the boldest floral arrangement she’d ever seen.“You bought me flowers?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.His sharp, dark eyes flicked to her, then away, as though he were scanning the room for an escape route. His usual cool, unshakable demeanor had cracked just enough to reveal the faintest hint of discomfort. “Yes.”Linda squinted at him, holding the bouquet to her chest like he might snatch it away. “Are you dying?”“No.”“Did you do something terrible and now you’re trying to soften
RICARDO’S POVThe soft hum of the phone ringing cut through the tension in the air. I was elbow-deep in chaos, surrounded by the thick stench of gunpowder and the distant, muffled screams of men who were just realizing that their time was up.My team and I had spent the last few hours cleaning up the mess of corrupt gangsters who thought they could cross me. The usual mix of quick punches, fast moves, and lethal precision had done the job, but as always, it was the aftermath that lingered.I swiped my phone from the back pocket of my jeans, not even checking the ID. The ringtone was familiar enough; she had forced Rises the Moon on me herself, so I knew who it was. My lips involuntarily quirked as I lifted the phone to my ear.“Go for Ricardo,” I said coolly, stepping over the body of a man who’d decided to fight rather than run. “What’s up?”“Hey, you!” Her voice came through the phone, a little cracked but still unmistakable; the reception in the shitty warehouse couldn’t keep me fr
BIANCA’S POVI adjusted my blazer, glancing at Darren with a calm expression as we approached the visitor’s room. I’d been prepared for this moment, mentally rehearsing every word I’d say, ever since the beautiful day of his and the Dobres' downfall. Darren walked beside me – sauntered really – with the countenance of someone ready to kill a man. I would have liked to complain, but his protective presence was a comforting reminder that I wasn’t facing this alone.When we entered, Matteo was already there, sitting stiffly in one of the chairs. His once-pristine suit looked worn, almost threadbare, and there was a shadow of desperation in his eyes that hadn’t been there when he was the man I’d once known. The air of arrogance he used to carry was gone, replaced by something much smaller, much weaker.“Matteo,” I greeted evenly, my voice giving away nothing. I didn’t sit; he wasn’t worthy of being in a room where I was also seated in. Instead, I stood tall, my gaze unwavering as I let hi
BIANCA’S POV Three months later, I was halfway through drafting an email when the door to my office cracked open. “Mommy, can I come in?” Luca’s voice rang out, all sweetness and patience that I knew wouldn’t last long. I looked up from my desk to see my six-year-old poking his head around the door, his brown curls slightly mussed from running around. Behind him, Alessandro leaned casually against the doorframe, his usual composed demeanor tempered by the amused smile playing at his lips. “Are you alone?” I teased, arching a brow. “Or are you bringing trouble with you?” Luca giggled and stepped in, revealing Lazarro trailing behind him. The ten-year-old was holding a bag that looked suspiciously like it contained illegal items, but he was a ten-year-old, how much trouble could he bring along? “Trouble is relative,” Alessandro quipped, stepping into the room and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “And you’re the king of it,” I shot back with a smirk. Luca climbed onto my lap
ALESSANDRO’S POV“Looks like the future’s here,” Bianca murmured in reference to what the patriarch had said before, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. Her gaze was fixed on the Dobre patriarch, whose previously smug composure now seemed on the verge of crumbling.I tilted my head slightly and slipped a hand around her to bring her closer, unable to resist. “What a shame it’s not the one they envisioned.”Darren sauntered over with a large smile on his face, and I could relate to him. He had been wanting to release the information about Matteo for such a long time, and I was certain it felt like a balm on his wearied soul to finally enact revenge against the scum.“Showtime,” he said, just loud enough for us to hear. The crowd was awash with murmurs and people whispering loudly, clearly intending to target the Dobres and make sure they heard their speculations. Lumari was confused, Samuel was furious, and Toria was trying to play the good wife. The negative energy in the room had
ALESSANDRO’S POVI leaned against the marble pillar, my fingers drumming idly on the rim of my untouched champagne glass. The evening was a disaster. Not the catastrophic, bloody kind of disaster I was used to handling, but the sort of slow-burn chaos that made me wish I’d missed the whole spectacle in the first place.And of course, it all started with Giovanni.My younger brother’s camera crew was bustling around the room, shoving microphones and lenses into the faces of people who, mere minutes ago, had been dignified power players. Now, they were giddy fans jostling for selfies and sound bites, trying to get their good sides.Larisa was hanging on to my arm for dear life like I was going to fade away into dust if she didn’t, and irritation clawed up my throat. If Bianca had been beside me instead of this bitch, I would have been able to enjoy the look on the Dobre patriarch’s face as his revered gala became a celebrity meet-and-greet. I only had to wait a little; she was in the ro
LIMARI’S POVThe conversation had become a tangled mess of pleasantries, small talk, and carefully crafted smiles. It was all just so… predictable. I could feel the eyes on me, but not in the way I wanted. Tonight was supposed to be mine—mine to shine, mine to be the center of attention. I had worked hard for this, after all. I was the newest Dobre, the woman Samuel had chosen, the one who would help bring the family into the new age. I wasn’t just attending this gala; I was the gala.And yet, despite everything, my heart still thudded uneasily in my chest. The sensation wasn’t from Samuel, who stood tall beside me, a constant presence as calm as ever. No, the feeling came from Ricardo, Ricardo of all people, who, of course, had shown up looking effortlessly handsome, as though he hadn’t even tried. And, worse yet, he was with… her.Linda Collins.She stood beside him, the actress and writer who had quietly slipped into the crowd as though she owned it. People had already begun to rec