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SIXTY-THREE
The waiting was suffocating. As each hour passed without news of Zander, Emilia felt her heart slowly withering away. It was two days after he was kidnapped and there was no news. The kidnappers hadn't called to ask for anything or make threats. The police weren't saying anything but she knew that was bad news. If the people who took him didn't want money then it could only mean they were using him for something else. For all they knew he could be already dead.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt as if she was losing her mind. If they wanted to hurt someone they should have taken her. She didn't mind what happened to her as long as her baby was safe. The house was in chaos with everyone trying to comfort the other. Mel tried to make them eat while Max hadn't slept a wink. Preston hadn't left his side either. Darren came back from the hospital saying Gwen was out of danger but still unconscious. The police had also set themselves up in the living room waiting fRelated chapters
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife SIXTY-FOUR
"This should work. It's dirty, abandoned, and not far away from civilization but far enough for us to end this game. I can't wait to be with my Max again" Lisandra said looking around the house. One of the guys Albert had hired found the place. He told her it was perfect for her plans and she couldn't agree more. An old house that was about to crumble was prone to accidents. No one would bat an eye if the place burnt down.After careful deliberation, she came to the conclusion that burning Emilia alive was the best way to get rid of her completely. Shooting her and watching her bleed to death was the first thing she'd thought of but then people these days recovered from gunshot wounds all the time. It wasn't a guaranteed way to get rid of someone. But fire? She wouldn't be able to see that bitch screaming in pain but she would be assured of her death. "How long until she gets here?" "Mark just called her. He'll bring her over in half an hour" "Good. I don't want her to see me until
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife SIXTY-FIVE (Prologue)
Two years ago When she came to, the first thing her brain registered was the throbbing pain in her arm. A little disoriented, she wondered if she'd slept on it. Emilia opened her eyes, groaning. Her throat was dry and instinctively, she reached out to the bedside table for a glass of water that was always there but the sound of sirens blaring jolted her fully awake. Her memory came crashing back. Forgetting about her pain, she shot up. To her left Lisandra was lying on the ground with a gun in her hand. "Zander" she whispered, searching for him.The last thing she remembered was someone shooting her and knocking Lisandra out. She didn't remember getting out of the house but she didn't care. All she wanted to know was where her son was. The house they'd been in was on fire. The thought that Zander could still be inside had her rushing forward but just as she took a step toward the door, the house exploded. Throwing her back a few paces. "No... Z
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife SIXTY-SIX
"It's your fault he's dead. If you had listened to me and told your fucking mistress to leave, this wouldn't have happened. My son wouldn't be dead!" "I'm sorry Emilia, I'm really sorry" "Is your sorry going to bring him back? Will your sorry give me back my son? Where is my baby? Give me my baby""Em..." "Screw you, Max. I cursed the day I met you. If I could turn back time, I would never marry you. All you've done is make my life miserable. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" "I'm sorry..." was all he'd said. What else could he tell her? She was right. Marrying him had brought her so many misfortunes. She would have been better off with someone else, living her life peacefully instead of suffering the way she was. If only he could turn back time."Why Max, why him? I was there too. I should have died instead of my poor son. What did he do? What did Zander do to that witch? Why couldn't you love her and just leave me alone?
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife SIXTY-SEVEN
Heartburn his ass. Preston thought inwardly. It was so like Max to try and hide his pain. The guy had refused to cry even in front of him and they'd been friends for as long as he could remember. The list of embarrassing things they'd done together could fill a book and tears would probably be on the last page. Why was it so hard for him to cry on his shoulder? He'd fucking lost a son. He was entitled to break down or lose his shit. No one would judge him. But then again he'd always been stubborn. It would take more than what he was doing to get him to open up. He'd sat Darren down and told him it was time to man up because Max was going to be taking a long vacation. Little Gwen couldn't believe the person she once called her best friend could do something as evil as that so she'd run overseas using school as an excuse. Preston knew he was the only one who could think straight so he took turns watching the siblings. Even though he hadn't known the kid for long, he felt as
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife ONE
Emilia stepped out of the car, her eyes going over the large mansion in front of her. It was still the same, down to the color. As if they painted it every day to make it look brand new. Once upon a time, she’d called this place home. Had thought that if she tried hard enough, the people she thought of as a family would learn to accept her and eventually even love her. How wrong she’d been.A sliver of panic crawled up her spine, trying to turn her into a coward, but she shoved it back down. Now was not the time to be weak or display any fear. After nine long years, she was back at the place that had given her as much happiness as pain. Any sign of weakness and the carter family would swallow her whole. She couldn’t afford that. She needed to finish what she'd set out to do, or staying away for so long would have been for nothing. Schooling her features, she moved toward the entrance.She’d been planning that moment for years. In her head, it was always different. Sometim
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife TWO
Max smiled at an inebriated Gwen, who couldn't stop giggling. Finally, it looked like his little sister was happy after the tragedy that had happened nine years ago, leaving them all sad and struggling to come to terms with it. He and Darren, his younger brother, had tried the best they could to help her overcome it but she’d still ended up depressed and heartbroken. It was hard for his family, but it had been twice as hard for him because his wife abandoned him when he needed her the most. Had he not been busy looking after Gwen and his mother, he would have been the one who fell apart. The thought of Emilia made his stomach churn with anger. He'd loved her so much, but how had she repaid him? Realizing he was gripping the glass he was holding harder than necessary, he loosened his grip, banishing thoughts of that woman. He made a promise to never allow himself to be deceived like that again.It was a happy day for the family. His little sister had gotten engaged, and that was cause
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife THREE
"Okay, everyone. Party's over. Thank you for coming. Please see yourselves out," Emilia said, the expression on her face daring them to contradict her. She still didn’t know what the party was for and she didn’t care. She heard the people shuffling out, speculating to one another about what had just happened, but ignored them. Despite everything, that was not how she’d wanted Zander to meet his father’s side of the family. It stung even more because she knew it was all she had to offer him. As much as she considered her friends the family she never had, it didn’t erase the fact that they were not blood-related. And it would be so unfair to Zander to keep him from the Carters more than she had. Her precious boy deserved the best. She didn’t want him growing up alone like she had, yet she couldn’t trust Max with him. Not while that vulture Lisandra was still lurking around him.Already, Zander was scared of Max. That hadn’t been her goal. Her husband could hate her all he liked, but she
The Vendetta of the Returned Wife FOUR
Max hadn't noticed he was following her until he stopped outside the kitchen. The little display of affection had really gotten to him. It was clear as day that Zander was his son. Aside from being his carbon copy, the boy also loved chocolate chip cookies. They were his weakness, and he'd told Emilia that before marrying her. He remembered how she'd laughed, saying that it wasn't manly and that he shouldn't mention it to anyone else.Was that it? Had she told her son to say the cookies were his favorite? Had it all been a show? No. Zander looked exactly like him. He was his son. More than anything, Max wanted him to be his son. When Emilia had told him she was pregnant, he'd been over the moon. Finally, he was going to be a father, something he'd longed for since his own father passed away.He'd looked after his siblings as if they were his children, but deep down, he'd always wanted to have his own kids. The day his wife had left him, he'd been abroad on business. Gw
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