All Chapters of Ex-Wife Sweet Revenge: She Strikes Back!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Under the building's parking lot, a black bus waited, its engine purring, ready to transport Ava to her unknown destination. But as the man carrying her emerged into the night air, he was met with a surprise. Luke's men had arrived, surrounding the area, and a fierce battle ensued.The man carrying Ava was forced to drop her to the ground, fleeing for his life as the sound of police sirens grew louder in the distance. Luke rushed to Ava's side, lifting her unconscious body into his arms, as his men formed a protective circle around them.Just as the situation seemed under control, Stanley emerged from the shadows, a sly grin spreading across his face. He held up a small device, a fake police siren whistle, and gave a nod to Luke.Luke breathed a sigh of relief, his tension easing. The sirens had been a ruse, a clever trick to scare off the kidnappers. He held Ava close, his eyes scanning the area, ensuring they were safe. For now, they had outsmarted Jackson's men, but the danger was

Jackson sneered, "I can handle my own business, Ava. You need to stay out of it. You know nothing about the rumors surrounding Emily Greenfield's death. Why are you so concerned? It has no relation to you."Ava's eyes hung in the air, her gaze piercing, but she said nothing. The silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words.Then, a brief smile played on her lips. "Do you want to go down this path, Jackson?" she asked, her voice sweet as honey.Jackson nodded, his confidence unwavering. "Yes, I do."Ava's smile grew wider. "Alright then." She picked up her bag and stood up, her movements graceful and deliberate. "I'll leave you to your business, Jackson. For now."With that, she turned and walked out of his office, leaving Jackson feeling uneasy and unsure of what he had just gotten himself into.He bite his nail and looked out of the transparent window before him. At a store, Amelia sauntered through the supermarket, her flashy outfit turning heads. She wore a bright pink jumps

Luke's face flushed a deep red as he recounted the encounter, his eyes avoiding Mrs. Greenfield's amused gaze. "I didn't know her, and she was just so...clumsy. At first, I thought she was being dramatic, but..." He trailed off, his blush intensifying.Mrs. Greenfield's chuckle filled the line, her laughter warm and throaty. "Oh, Luke, you're so sweet."Just then, Luke's office door swung open, and Stanley stood in the doorway, a questioning look on his face. Luke's eyes met his, and he nodded discreetly. "I have to go, Mrs. Greenfield.""Okay, dear. Take care," she said, her voice still tinged with amusement.With a hasty goodbye, Luke cut the line, his face still flushed from the memory of Emily's unexpected faint and their unexpected lip lock.Luke asked, "What's up, Stanley?"Stanley approached him, his expression serious. "Are you aware of the new occupants in the penthouse?"Luke nodded, "Ava notified me already. I don't know what she's up to, but as they say...keep your friends

TEN YEARS AGO - SUMMERIt had been winter break and not everyone came by to school but it was compulsory they did participate in one or two extracurricular to make them more active. Emily on the other hand hated activities, apart from studying, she loved listening to music. She sat outside, her earpieces plugged in, her eyes fixed on her phone screen. A pink petals from the nearby flowers fell gently on her head, like confetti, as she watched Jackson perform on stage. She was completely absorbed in the video, her eyes shining with admiration. Jackson Timberlake was her idol, and she had watched every beat he had ever released, mesmerized by his talent and charisma.As she sat there, lost in the music, she felt like she was a part of something bigger than herself. Jackson's beats were her escape, her happy place, and she knew every lyric, every rhythm, by heart. She had spent countless hours listening to his tracks, imagining herself on stage with him, performing alongside her idol.

Jackson stepped outside, the cool night air enveloping him as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He took a long drag, blowing out a stream of smoke that disappeared into the darkness. The sound of the party faded into the background as he stood there, lost in thought.Ava approached him slowly, her footsteps quiet on the pavement. "Hey, Jackson, why did you come outside? There’s a hell lot of partying going on inside, and I’m sure you don’t want to miss out the fun."Instead of answering, Jackson turned to her, his eyes squinting slightly. "That tango song that you danced to... it reminded me of Emily."“Emily Greenfield?” Ava's expression softened. "Isn’t she the one who... passed away?"Jackson nodded, his voice low and husky. "She was my wife. We used to dance to that song when we were in high school."“Oh really?” Ava looked right ahead, “you must really miss her…”“Yeah…now I think about it, I do so badly.” Jackson slowly remove the cigarette from his lips and blows out anothe