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Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Don't mess with me!
Nina's POVI couldn’t help the storm brewing inside me as I stood there, watching them talk about me as though I wasn’t even in the room. My fingers clenched tighter around the glass I was holding, the coolness of it grounding me as I took deep breaths to keep my face calm. My father throwing a party for me and not telling me? It felt strange—no, ridiculous—and knowing him, there had to be a reason behind his secrecy. But now? In front of everyone, I was meant to just nod along while they ripped me apart, blissfully unaware that I held the very power they were mocking me for.Mark’s grandma flashed a warm smile at Mr. Donald, her voice carrying a note of appreciation. “Thank you so much for these wonderful gifts, Mr. Donald. They’re nothing short of miraculous.” She looked toward Mrs. Santiago with gratitude before adding, “I will have to find something equally special to give in return.”Mr. Donald nodded politely, his composed demeanor barely betraying any emotion, while Tony’s frie
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets The invitation
Nina’s POVI wouldn’t lie right now, but for a moment, I felt like laughing in their faces. Why were they all acting so smug, as if I were some charity case begging for crumbs from their table? I was the heiress. *Me.* And yet here they were, each one more insufferable than the last, trying to prove they were wealthier, smarter, or more famous than me. *Ridiculous!*I forced a smirk, holding my ground as Sarah sauntered over, an exaggerated grace in her every step like she was royalty. She leaned in, her voice laced with venom. “Just a gentle reminder, Miss ‘McDonalds,’” she sneered, putting exaggerated emphasis on my family name, “you won’t win this. Doesn’t matter who you are.”She looked at Mark, her lips curling into a sly grin. “You’ll see, Mark. I’ll just sit back and watch this farce unfold. Nina’s just a wannabe—a nobody.” She gave me one last look, eyes gleaming with barely concealed malice, and then spun on her heels. “Let’s go,” she ordered, and her entourage trailed after
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Pretending to be me!
Nina's POVI stood there in silence, heart racing, trying to keep my cool as Mrs. Santiago's sharp gaze settled on me. Her lips were pressed tight, her face set in an expression that was somewhere between fury and disappointment. I knew better than to speak—one wrong word, and this situation could easily explode."Mark, if you’re going to be entertaining this… this girl, knowing how it will affect the McDonalds and the Roberts' family reputation…" Mrs. Santiago’s voice trailed off, thick with disapproval. My stomach churned at her tone, but I swallowed back any retort. I couldn’t cause a scene here, not with her as furious as she was.I could feel Mark's hand tighten slightly around mine. "Grandma, I don’t think Nina’s presence has anything to do with Mr. McDonald's reaction," he said calmly. His attempt at diplomacy only seemed to aggravate his grandmother further.“Oh really? You think Mr. McDonald won’t care?” Mrs. Santiago’s gaze flicked to me, then back to Mark. "You are playing
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Slipping the key!
**Nina's POV**As I followed behind the group, I could hear the excited chatter and see the stolen glances. The workers seemed to be completely captivated by the woman who had just arrived. And why wouldn’t they be? She was decked out in flashy designer labels and dripping with the kind of confidence that only comes from being completely wrapped up in your own self-importance.One of the ladies stopped halfway and turned to face me, her expression hardening. “Hey! Back off,” she snapped, as if I were some stray wandering into an exclusive event.I took a deep breath, controlling the urge to roll my eyes. Then I heard one of them squeal in admiration, “Oh my gosh! She’s carrying a Hermès limited edition!”Another gasped. “That bag alone is worth over two million dollars!” They shared a look of awe, as if they had spotted a rare gem.The woman they were fawning over was now standing with a self-satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the attention. She held herself like royalty, and as she sl
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Miss McDonalds, please on the lights!
Alexa's POV I plastered a sweet smile on my face, but inside, my stomach twisted. That maid—she slipped the VIP card into my bag! I was the only one who saw it, but I couldn’t let anyone else notice my shock. The girls around me, who were all eager to please, didn’t seem to notice a thing.“Oh my goodness, Nina, what are you doing here?” one of the girls scolded the maid, clearly irritated. “Get out! You’re obstructing our VIP guest!” The girl turned to me with a look of apology, “We’re so sorry, Miss McDonald. I hope this won’t affect your experience here. Mr. Bernard wouldn’t be pleased if he found out.”Lily, the maid, looked at me with a glint in her eyes before she scrambled away. She knew what she’d done. My heart pounded in my chest as I clutched the card, trying to calm myself. I had to play this right.I turned to the door, the girls watching me expectantly. Holding up the golden VIP card, I swiped it against the lock and heard the satisfying click. With a self-satisfied smi
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Let's see who wins!
**Nina's POV**I stood in the presidential suite, watching Alexa with narrowed eyes. Her gaze darted around the room, refusing to meet mine. I could see right through her—she was lying, and we both knew it. She was fidgeting nervously, her fingers tapping on the strap of her designer bag as if it could somehow distract from the tension thickening in the air.The other girls waited in silence, eyes shifting between Alexa and me, unsure of what to believe. I could feel their doubt, the way they all wanted Alexa to defend herself, to tell us what was actually inside that safe. She claimed it was jewelry—something of “great value.” But I knew better. This wasn’t about gold or diamonds.I crossed my arms, allowing a small smirk to play on my lips. “No, it’s actually the opposite, Miss McDonald,” I drawled, letting the title sink in, watching her flinch. “It’s something very special. A plastic ring,” I said, my voice calm and unyielding.The color drained from Alexa’s face, and her bravado
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets The plastic ring
Nina's POV Frankly speaking, I was utterly exhausted by Alexa's endless lies. It was getting out of hand. She was spinning stories with such ease, and it infuriated me to think that she still believed she could pass herself off as the real Miss McDonald's. The nerve! Watching her prance around with that smug little smile, pretending to hold some high status—it was almost laughable. But I wasn’t laughing. I just sat there, a calm smile stretched across my lips, watching her unravel as I waited for the perfect moment to expose her.Just as I was about to respond, we all heard a commotion outside, and unmistakably, it was Mr. Bernard's booming voice. My lips twitched as the girls froze, all of them suddenly looking as if they’d been caught red-handed. I couldn’t help but think they looked like guilty children who knew they’d messed up. They were trembling in their places, eyes darting towards the door as the voice grew louder."And who the hell is impersonating my guests?!" Mr. Bernard
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Dumping her!
Nina's POV It was a beautiful morning, the sun was barely rising, casting a soft glow through the window. I groggily reached for the alarm, squinting as I turned it off. I stretched and yawned, blinking away the remnants of sleep. It was almost time for work, and judging by the time on my phone, I was cutting it close.With a small sigh, I slid out of bed, still in my pink pajamas, and put on my fluffy slippers. I shuffled over to the mirror, staring at my own reflection. My face looked a bit puffy; maybe I’d indulged in one too many snacks before bed. "I really need to work on my skincare routine," I muttered, grabbing my facial products and toothbrush.In the bathroom, I turned on my electric toothbrush and began brushing my teeth, feeling the buzz clear my head. Once done, I carefully applied my face mask, then a lip mask, letting the cool sensation wake me up. After a few minutes, I washed everything off, brushed my teeth again, and finally hopped into the shower.I emerged feeli
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Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets I will kill you!
Nina's POVHeaven knows I did nothing to Alexa. Nothing. I treated her like my own sister, yet here I am, blindfolded and trembling in fear as her venomous words slash through the air. My chest heaves as I listen to her, the sheer malice in her tone chilling me to the bone.“Nina, everybody loves you!” she screamed, her voice cracking with emotion. “But what about me? Why am I always the one left in the shadows? Why am I the one who feels inferior every damn day?”Her anguish cuts through me, but my fear outweighs any sympathy. My voice shakes as I respond, “I didn’t do anything, Alexa! You pretended to be me—you shouldn’t have done that. You don’t know the weight that comes with being part of the McDonald family!”“Shut up!” she yelled, and the sound of her slap reverberated in the small, cold room before I even felt the sting on my cheek. Tears spilled from my eyes as the heat radiated from my face.“I come from a family of nobodies!” she continued, her voice trembling with a mix of
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets You're pathetic Nina!
Nina's POV I woke to an unbearable throbbing in my head, the kind of pain that felt like a heavy block pressing down on my skull. The sensation was so intense, it made my eyes ache. My vision blurred as I blinked against the faint slivers of light streaming into the room, trying to make sense of where I was. My head lolled forward, and every movement sent sharp jolts of pain rippling through my body. Slowly, I lifted my head, feeling the cold bite of metal restraints around my wrists and ankles. I tried to focus, but the pounding in my head made even that an arduous task.Where am I?The room was dark, save for a tiny opening high above me that allowed a faint glow of light to seep in. The dim rays barely illuminated the space, but I could make out the crumbling walls and damp, musty smell of the air. My heart raced as I realized I was tied to a chair, my wrists and ankles bound so tightly that the rope dug into my skin. My lips moved, but no sound came out, muffled by the tape seali
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets kidnapped!
Nina's POV:---I could feel the stares of disbelief from everyone in the room, their expressions shifting between shock and humiliation. Alexa’s smug confidence had finally crumbled, her face paling as Mr. Donald, our host, made the announcement.“With these pieces of evidence presented, I would like to officially recognize the lady standing beside Mr. Mark Santiago as the one and only Miss Nina McDonald. She is also known globally as Miss Miriam, the top chef in New York and a culinary icon. Let’s give her the recognition she deserves!” Mr. Donald’s authoritative voice rang out across the hall.A wave of applause rippled through the room. My heart pounded as I stood there, basking in the validation I’d waited so long to receive. I turned to Mr. Donald with a grateful smile, nodding in acknowledgment. Then, I faced the crowd, my gaze sweeping over the sea of faces. The myriad of emotions painted across them was like a symphony to my soul: awe, disbelief, envy, and—most satisfying of
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Tasted and trusted!
I couldn’t hold back the laughter bubbling inside me as I watched Jordan make a fool of himself yet again. The sheer audacity of his antics, the way he desperately clung to straws, was nothing short of pathetic. Did he honestly think he could discredit me with baseless accusations? How foolish could one man be? I couldn’t help but smirk as I adjusted the hem of my dress, exuding confidence.“Oh, please, Jordan. Stop being so dramatic—it doesn’t suit you,” I said, my voice dripping with mockery. “Why must you always act so foolish in front of everyone? Always trying to prove a point that doesn’t even exist?”His face darkened, his jaw clenched in frustration, but before he could respond, I reached into my purse. The tension in the room thickened as all eyes fell on me. Slowly, deliberately, I pulled out a small hairpin. Its delicate design shimmered under the soft lighting—pink and blue with intricate floral patterns.I held it up, turning toward Xavier. “Do you remember this pin, Xavi
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets Stolen notebook!
Nina's POVThe room fell silent as Mark lifted the lid of the ornate box in his hands. Inside lay a stunning display of delicately crafted desserts, their intricate designs gleaming under the room’s chandelier. A gasp escaped Mark’s lips as he looked at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. His voice trembled as he murmured, "Nina… how did you…?" I smiled, but my heart pounded like a drum. I couldn’t afford to show weakness now—not in front of Vivian, Alexa, or Jasper. Keeping my gaze steady, I turned to the crowd that surrounded us, their eyes glued to the box. “These aren’t just desserts,” I announced confidently, my voice carrying over the murmurs of the room. “These are creations from my *personal* recipe collection—unique recipes that aren’t in any notebook, let alone the one Alexa claims as hers.”Gasps erupted from the crowd. Even Vivian, who had been smirking smugly moments earlier, faltered. Her sharp eyebrows furrowed, and her lips parted in disbelief. Alexa’s face, however,
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets I never lose
Nina's POVVivian's laughter erupted, sharp and grating like nails on a chalkboard. Her manicured finger jabbed the air in my direction as if her mockery wasn’t already loud enough. Around us, the others joined her, their laughter rolling through the room like a cruel wave. My cheeks burned hot with shame, and I gripped the hem of my dress tightly, my knuckles whitening as my frustration grew. Only Mark and Jasper stood silently beside me, their gazes heavy with concern."Really?" Vivian sneered, tilting her head in exaggerated amusement. “You mean to tell me you’ve got support from the Northern Group? Please, Nina. You’re always dreaming of impossibilities that will never come your way!” Her tone dripped with venom, and her laughter cut through the air again.I swallowed my irritation and forced a smile, stepping closer to her with calm deliberation. “Shut up, Vivian. You clearly don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said firmly, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets I am Miss Miriam!
Nina'sI felt Mark’s hand tighten around mine as his panic became more evident. His wide eyes bore into mine, pleading silently for me to stop whatever I was about to do. The tension between us was thick, almost tangible, but I refused to be deterred. I leaned closer, lowering my voice so only he could hear me.“You don’t have to be afraid, Mark,” I whispered, flashing him a reassuring smile despite the storm brewing inside me. “I know exactly what I’m doing. Trust me, just follow my lead.”Mark’s jaw tightened, his lips parting as if to argue, but no words came out. His fingers trembled slightly against mine, and the fear in his eyes made my heart clench. But I couldn’t let his worry stop me. Not now. Not when everything I’d worked for was on the line.A loud, mocking laugh erupted from across the room, drawing everyone’s attention. Vivian sauntered forward, her confidence radiating off her like heat from a wildfire. Her lips curled into a smirk as she stopped just inches from me, he
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets The bet!
**Nina’s POV**The night was finally here—the highly anticipated date party hosted by my father. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted the delicate straps of my dress, one of the gorgeous outfits Mark had bought during our shopping spree. I felt an unfamiliar mixture of excitement and unease as we entered the grand hall together, arm in arm. The venue was breathtaking—soft, twinkling lights danced across the room, blending with the vibrant glow of rotating colors. A soft hum of sophisticated chatter filled the air, and I could feel every pair of eyes turning toward us.Mark looked impeccable in his tailored black tuxedo, his presence commanding the room. As we walked, I handed him a small, neatly wrapped box. He raised a brow at me, curiosity flashing in his eyes.“What’s this?” he asked, holding the box carefully as though it contained something fragile.“You’ll find out soon enough,” I replied with a sly smile.He gave me a playful smirk, his gaze lingering on mine for a beat lon
Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets I want my wife to look hot!
**Nina’s POV**We stood frozen in place, watching as Mr. Donald escorted Vivian out of the restaurant. Her hips swayed dramatically, as if she was still putting on a show for Mark, but it didn’t matter anymore. She was gone, and so was her unwelcome presence.Jordan’s face was a mask of pure shame and despair, his eyes darting frantically around the room as if searching for someone to save him. His once-confident demeanor had completely crumbled, leaving him exposed. It was oddly satisfying to witness his downfall.But then he did the unthinkable—he rushed over to Alexa, who was standing with her arms crossed, her expression a perfect mix of disdain and impatience.“Alexa, please,” Jordan begged, grabbing her hand desperately. “Will you give me a second chance? Just one dinner. That’s all I ask.”For a moment, I thought she might give in. Her eyes softened ever so slightly before narrowing into slits. “You’re just a pathetic fool, Jordan,” she spat, yanking her hand away. “Go fuck you
