All Chapters of The Rejected Mate's Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ARIMy heart was pounding as I stood in front of my father’s office, smoothing out the wrinkles in my dress for the third time. It wasn’t just the sterile, cold air of this side of the packhouse that made me uneasy; it was the man behind the door. Meeting my father was never a pleasant experience. Usually, Gabe would accompany me, his presence calming my nerves. But he hadn’t answered my calls or texts since the event. It’s been an entire day since the event, and he hadn’t returned to the packhouse, still angry about the pheromones incident. As if that was my fault. thing. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door.“Come in,” my father’s deep voice called from within.I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The air inside was as suffocating as I’d expected. My father sat behind his large mahogany desk, his expression as stern as ever. To his right, Francesca, perched elegantly on a leather armchair, her lips pursed in disapproval. On the left, Amber, was scrolling through h

TYLER“Tyler, yes. yes!” “I need you to…” I said, grabbing a fistful of her hair, her screams echoed in the room. “...be quiet.”Mirabella muffled her screams with her arm as she used the other to anchor herself on the couch. Her voice, even muffled, was irritating to my soul. My hands gripped her waist tightly as I pounded her from behind, trying to get as deep as possible, wishing she was someone else. Someone like…Mila.The image of Mila flashed in my mind, her confident stance, the way her dress clung to every curve of her body, and the way she carried herself at the party. No one had ever turned me down or turned me upside before. It was… thrilling.“Fuck, Mila.”“Its…Mirabel–”I pushed her back down to muffled her face against the pillow. She let out another small sound, but it only served as background noise. I should have been present, but I wasn’t. Every part of me was thinking about Mila. The way she disappeared that night still gnawed at me. I had followed the scent of her

GABETyler’s words cut through the tension in the room like a knife. My mom’s head whipped around, her eyes narrowing at him. “Excuse me?” she hissed.“No one is going to touch Mila,” Tyler repeated, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. He uncrossed his arms, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to the cent of the room. His casual demeanor was gone, replaced by something unreadable.My mom blinked, clearly taken aback. She wasn’t used to being challenged by anyone but my dad. “And why, exactly, do you think you have a say in this?” she demanded. “You’re the reason we’re in this predicament.”Tyler flinched but stayed his ground. “Because, as much as you think she’s a problem, she’s actually an asset.”My dad, who had been watching Tyler with a steely gaze, finally spoke up. “Explain yourself, Tyler. How can she be an asset?”“The whole event wasn’t a total bust. Because of her, we got a lucrative opportunity to work with Frances Deveaux. His partnership could possibly be

MILAI walked into a sleek, modern conference room where Frances Deveaux sat, his assistant perched beside him with a tablet in hand. I forced a confident smile, though my stomach churned with nerves and determination. Amidst the revenge plot, this was a big deal and I’ve been studying him since living in France. He was the power player I needed to shake up both families.“Miss Emilia,” Frances greeted with a smooth voice, gesturing toward the chair across from him. “Thank you for coming.”“Oh, I should be thanking you for wanting to meet me,” I replied, taking my seat. “This is truly an honor.”His assistant, a sharp-looking woman with dark hair pulled into a tight bun, barely glanced up from her tablet.“I’ve been following your recent work,” Frances said, leaning back in his chair, “and I must say, you have a unique ability to create buzz. It’s not easy to stay relevant in this city, and to do it coming from across seas.”“Well, I try to make waves where I can,” I said, keeping my t

MILAWithout hesitation, Rayne released her pheromones, a sweet scent floating in the air like a gentle breeze on a hot day. It was the kind of scent that could make even the meanest of men fall to their knees. Normally, we’d have better control over this little trick, but ever since we returned, things have been a bit… unpredictable.“Don’t worry. It was just enough to tease,” Rayne purred, completely unconcerned. “Look at him now.”The clerk’s nose twitched, sniffing the air as if he’d caught a whiff of the most intoxicating aroma. Suddenly his posture wasn’t as stiff, his gaze softened, his attention subtly drawn to me, as if an invisible force was pulling him close.“See, I served him up on a silver platter,” Rayne bragged, lounging in my mind like a cat basking in the sun. “You’re welcome.”The clerk blinked, his eyes widening as if he was seeing me for the first time. “Wow… Your eyes… They’re beautiful.”“Oh, thanks,” I smiled, knowing he was talking about Rayne’s white irises. “