All Chapters of Cheating My Ruthless Husband : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Damon's Pov The sound of my phone ringing pierced my ears making me even more frustrated than I am. I picked it up and turned it over, it was Warren. A small sigh escaped my lips and answered the phone. "Hello Warren!" I gently caress my temples and a slight headache caused discomfort through my marrow. "I've got news sir, and you are going to be very interested." Warren's voice caused a stir in my heart, his words as though he had got a rather disturbing news for me, and I didn't doubt it. I gnashed my teeth and gulp the lump that gathered in my mouth. "What have you found out?" The tightening of the skin on my forehead made me rub my temples. I could feel my heartbeat slowly raising and quickly I placed my feet on the cold floor. "Hector, I found Hector sir!" My lips widens to Warren's wicked laughter from the other end of the phone. A devilish smirk appear in my face as my nerves relaxed. What about Hector did he find? I sincerely wished it's not just Hector but at least

Elysia Pov Macy handed me her laptop and opened the CCTV footage. I watched intently as Damon stormed into my office, frantically searching through everything. My heart sank as I realized what he was looking for. "He took the registration documents," I said, my voice trembling with anger and frustration. "The ones that prove I'm the owner of this company." Macy's eyes widened in shock. "What? Why would he do that?" "I don't know," I replied, my voice filled with uncertainty. I kept staring at the registration documents on Macy's laptop, a sense of dread settled over me. The fact that I can't remember anything was making me even frustrated, and I had no idea why Damon had taken these files from my office. It was as if a fog had descended on my mind, obscuring everything that had happened. I felt lost and alone, like a ship without a compass, adrift in a sea of uncertainty. "Why would he do this?" I asked Macy, my voice barely above a whisper. Macy looked at me with a mixture of

I met Olivia at the entrance of my office, "are you okay?" "Yes, I am going to need you to cancel that meeting.""But...""Cancel it." I entered my office and shut the door.My chest tightened with anger, I can't believe my grandmother would go to this extent to prove a point.A knock sounded on my door, "Olivia, I told you to cancel my meetings."I looked up in time to watch my grandmother approach me with a smile."Let me explain,""There is nothing to explain, Grans.""I am just trying to look out for you.""No, what you are trying to do is blindside me and bend me to your will. What is it about this girl that you want me to marry her so much?"My grandmother's smile slipped but she put it back."You are a good match.""The days of arranged marriage are over,"There was no way in hell I was going to marry someone I didn't know."I know but..."“No,”“Please, I promise you will like her,” she pleaded with me.“I don’t care if she saved you. I don’t want to get married because she i

I sit alone at the bar, cradling a glass of red wine. The dim light casts faint shadows on the counter, and the bitter tang burns down my throat. But no matter how strong the wine, it isn't enough to steel me for the cold, lonely road ahead. Nor is it enough to soothe the ache of a life unraveled by three simple words.You are next.Those words, scribbled carelessly in black ink, lie crumpled on the paper before me. They’ve chased me from my home, stolen my safety, fractured my family, and reduced me to a fugitive. A nameless, faceless prey running through the shadows of New York City. But they’ve also ignited a fire within me—a stubborn resolve to survive. To live. To deny Antonio the satisfaction of claiming me as his next victim.I down the rest of the wine in one gulp, wincing at the empty burn in my stomach. If I had more money, I’d drown myself in another glass. But my wallet, like my hope, is nearly empty. The last week has been a haze of restless nights, rationed meals, and car

I still feel like a poor cat, even with more than a thousand bucks in my possession. I feel like a street beggar.It wasn't my finest moment, but it's better than being a beggar. I had a roof under my head and was on my way for a job interview. But life can't get any more accessible right now. At first, I had looked over my shoulder every other minute, expecting to see him watching me, but three days had come and gone before I could confirm that my plan had worked perfectly. He knew I was no longer here and followed my phone wherever that lady went. There's no doubt in my mind that he has tracked me to where the phone is, but I'm safe here for some time. I wanted to try out the job on the flyer. I wanted to work for a powerful man, so it would be difficult for Antonio to touch me. That would be the last thing he expects me to do.I don't have a false sense of my appearance. I understand I'm pretty enough, but I'm certainly not a deal, so I can apply for an assistant job or a stylist