All Chapters of Revenge on My Ex-husband: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHARLOTTE'S POV “Fuck off, asswipe" Jenn snapped. Brandon studied her lazily. “Jennifer Miles". He grinned at me. “Reconnecting with old memories, I see". I said nothing. “You're lucky I wasn't here when you did all that shit to her. I've always known you'd break her. You cannot get away with this, you know". She seethed. I wanted to tell her to drop it. He wasn't going to get away with it, I was sure of that. There was no use exchanging words with him. “I've been reminded". Brandon stared at me with a sly smile. “It appears my darling Charlotte has got some tricks up her sleeves". His smile widened to a mad grin. I tried to keep the shock from my face. Had he somehow gotten wind of our plans? It couldn't be. It's not like I knew the whole plan, and I planned to remedy that. But I was almost sure no one else apart from my dad and Jameson knew what we were about to do. So how did he know? What was he talking about? “Cat got your tongue?" There was lau

CHARLOTTE'S POV It was a little difficult to forget Jenn's grilling about Jameson. As I sat in the lounge he'd asked us to meet, I kept reminding myself over and over to be natural with him. It wasn't that he's wasn't a good catch; he was, I just wasn't ready for...that. I might never be. I watched him lock his car from a window. He did things so perfectly, it was almost like he had a personal relationship with the objects. When he drank water he never slammed the cup on any surface, he never jangled keys or made too much noise. He parked his car after thoroughly studying the other cars. He was never careless. It was a big surprise really, for someone who spent the greater part of his high school days making the lives of other kids miserable. I smiled when he sat beside me. “Hi. Good news?" “Well, these are happy times". He smiled back. He was talking about my father, who'd been discharged the previous day, without any complications. All he'd been advised to do

CHARLOTTE'S POV My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in. I didn't know why I said what I said. I was probably starved of attention and my body spoke for me. I was frozen as he moved closer, my broken mind screaming at me to stop it. He stopped just shy of our lips touching. I almost whined. “We should see about that movie". He whispered, his breath ghosting over my lips. What he was really asking was ‘do you really want this?' I did want it, I wanted it badly. But I knew it would be a mistake. “Yeah, we should. You promised." I whispered back. His gaze dropped to my lips for a see seconds, and then he leaned back. “Bring the ham". He walked out of the kitchen. I sagged, putting my hand over my chest once I could no longer hear his footsteps. My heart was hammering away. I could accept it, I was madly attracted to Jameson. But there was a part of me that wanted more from People, and I did not want to be hurt again. I sighed, fumbling with the pots on

BRANDON'S POV I waited for some minutes to confirm that she was indeed fast asleep, then I closed my laptop and kept it aside. Tatiana was not a light sleeper, unlike Charlotte. Once she had fallen asleep she could not be awoken until the next day. I kissed her on the forehead to make sure. There was no response. I found Emile wiping down the kitchen drowsily. “The kitchen is not your only station, you know". I said to her. She started, then turned around, her eyes were puffy. “The housekeeper said it is". She yawned and tossed the rag she was holding aside. My housekeeper was a sour old man even I barely saw. But he was efficient, because the house ran smoothly, despite his absence. My mother would have raised hell if it didn't. “Make two cups of coffee ". I said, sitting at the table. I rapped my fingers on the table as she did, watching her work. She placed the two cups before me when she was done and I pushed one back to her, gesturing her to sit. I took a sip

Any call coming from Ava gave me an uncomfortable feeling now. There always seemed to be some bad news after another. “Yeah?" I asked her, one hand lightly drumming the steering wheel. I was on my way home after another horrible day, in which Xhing had finally pulled out, unable to trust our integrity with all the legal cases against us. May's mother had finally showed up, and like Kareem predicted, she dragged us to court too. It was obvious someone or some people were behind this. And I intended to fish them out and make them suffer after all this was over. “Sir". She cleared her throat. “The communication system is down. Some workers are reporting that important documents have been deleted". I sagged, hitting the brakes. A car honked behind me but I ignored it, resting my head on the steering. “What?" I whispered. What had I even done to deserve this? “It's an urgent situation, sir. What would you like me to do?" “Call Adrian". I replied, hitting the gas aga