All Chapters of A Broken Ex Wife's Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

She rested on the backrest of the back seat, bawling her eyes out while she dished out the address of the house a street before hers to the driver. But after a few minutes, when she tried placing her purse beside her, her hands touched the leather of the seat, and at once, her eyes sprang open. The first thing that came to her mind was that she was getting kidnapped. Rina had heard stories about other actors and actresses getting kidnapped on the way from the set, and not released until the ransom had been sent over. But for her, that would mean death. Rina was penniless. The only thing she had to her name was her cottage. She could imagine the kidnapper asking Finn for money and the response he would give him. Finn would probably even personally ask for her to be killed. It was one less problem he would have to deal with. Flight instinct settled in, and Rina placed her hands on the buttons on the door next to her. She swallowed slowly and tried to move the lock, realizing with d

Rina was already in bed, trying to forget the episode of Zayn walking in on her, which seemed to have overpowered all the other experiences she’d had earlier that day. Folding into a ball under her sheets, she turned to face the wall, letting out a sigh. She couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard she’d tried. It was almost 10 pm, and even though it was considerably early for her to be in bed, given her past lifestyle, Rina felt too exhausted to stay awake. And now that she was actually in bed, sleep seemed to be eluding her. Rina’s arms wrapped around her b*** protectively and she swallowed from the warmth that serenaded her. And it had nothing to do with the present. She had felt his eyes on her, even though it hadn’t lasted more than a fleeting second. But it had been enough to send her body into an overdrive. Rina told herself it was probably because Finn stopped having sex with her after she got pregnant, leaving her needy body to itself. It hadn’t mattered that much to Rina the

Rina slept the instant her head hit the pillow, and she didn’t get up again until noon the next morning. She reached for her phone first, and shot up from her bed when she met thirteen missed calls from her from her former manager, George. She hadn’t even gotten around to calling him back when she heard the doorbell ring. Every bone in Rina stilled as she waited for the unmistakable sound of the bell a second time And when the shrill of the bell got to her again, her mind went into a frenzy. It couldn’t have been Zayn. He had never rung the bell before, preferring to barge in at will.Then the paparazzi?Panic set in as she rushed into the living room, staring at the door like it was the enemy. The person must have given up on the doorbell entirely as pounding on the door commenced. Rina stepped hesitantly closer to the door and took in a deep breath. This was the reason she needed a spyhole installed, but there hadn’t been a need before since she hadn’t been living there. “Rina?” A

Rina felt exposed, standing in front of Albert, her hands clasped in front of her. But if she was going to make those work, make her plans come to light, she was going to have to do this. She had come to a point where she didn't mind going down on her knees to plead for the chance to star in any production, no matter how insignificant it was. Zayn might probably have a fit about it, but Rina didn't care as long as it got her what she wanted.But Albert on the other hand, seemed not to have even considered that. He stared at her with an interesting gaze, his hands on the documents he'd been going through. The silence was loud and killing. It made Rina so nervous that she began hopping from one foot to the other, grateful she could stay on her pair of heels for as long as possible. She'd learned endurance early in life, but that hadn't come with a manual where silence was involved.“Rina Powers,” Albert finally said, piercing through the silence. “You have some guts, I'd like to admit.

Zayn halted abruptly as someone else raced past him, the face barely registering to Zayn. He caught his very distinguishable features, his eyes sharp and beautiful, and his gait perfected for a runway. It was glaring that he was either a model or a fashion enthusiast, with his bold choice of clothing, and his tall, impressive gait. If Zayn was a woman, he would have agreed that the right word for him was ‘sexy.’He must have seen him somewhere, because it ticked his senses and his brain tried to nudge something in his direction. Coming up empty, Zayn shrugged it away. If he was important, there was no way he would have been going through so much just trying to remember who the hell he was. But coupled with that was Zayn's disgruntlement as he watched the scene unfolding before him. The man had reached the stage, planting himself between Kayla and Rina. He leaned closer to Rina, putting his arms around her shivering frame, and whispered something into her ears. The skin on Zayn’s for