All Chapters of Betrayed By My Abusive Ex-Husband: Pampered By The Devil : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“I-I heard it from... I don’t know!” Reina shouted, her voice trembling as she struggled beneath Xavier, the weight of his presence pinning her down. Desperation flickered in her gaze, searching for a glimmer of understanding amid the chaos. Frustration boiled over in Xavier at her answer, his voice low and dangerous as he growled. “Why would you claim to be my wife?!” His fist punched the pillow just inches from Reina’s head in a fit of rage. The air crackled with tension as Reina’s eyes widened in shock. A gasp escaped her lips as tears pooled in her bright gaze, the hurt, fear, and confusion evident in her expression. “I'm sorry! I’m not your wife. Please, don’t hurt me…” Reina whispered, her voice and body trembling with fear as tears streamed down her temples, glistening in the dim light. “I’m sorry, Micetta, I didn’t mean to lose it,” Xavier said, his brow furrowed with guilt. He gently cupped her cheek, his touch both tender and conflicted. He leaned in, hoping to share a

Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.) Reina looked up, her heart racing as she caught sight of Xavier in the rain. The rain poured down his body in sheets, cascading off his tousled hair and soaking his clothes as he held a glock in his hand, the metal glinting ominously under the fleeting flashes of lightning. His expression was fierce and menacing, a mix of vexation and danger that sent bolts of chills down her spine. Xavier approached Reina, and when the other thug was getting up, he blew his brain out while holding her gaze. Reina jumped when the gun went off and he smirked. He tucked the gun behind him and stalked towards her. She took a step back with each step Xavier took. “You.. killed them…” she said, her back hitting the wall, and

Two days later. Reina sat on top of a tall, wooden stool beside the kitchen island, her cheek resting in the palm of her hand. She lazily scooped a spoonful of vanilla ice cream from the chilled bowl before her. Despite the delightful treat, a frown tugged at her lips, betraying the sadness in her expression. The soft sound of a spoon clinking against the ceramic was the only interruption in the tranquil silence. For the past two days, her only companion had been the cheerful maid, Simona, whose warm demeanor offered a sense of comfort in the otherwise quiet house. “What is troubling you, Miss Reina?” Simona asked, her voice gentle and filled with concern. Reina sighed, shaking her head as she set down her spoon, her thoughts drifting. “Nothing in particular,” she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to go out. I’m just so tired of being cooped up in this room. Back at home, even as a stay-at-home wife, I relished the freedom to explore. The garden and librar

“Your fiancé is such an understanding woman,” Reina remarked, her voice light as she took Xavier’s hand and stepped out of the car. The grandeur of the mansion loomed before them, its stone facade glimmering under the flashes of eager cameras capturing their every moment. “She isn’t my fiancé,” Xavier replied sharply, the tension evident in his voice as they moved toward the entrance, his hand firmly, yet possessively, wrapped around Reina's waist. The air was thick with unsaid words and unresolved emotions as they walked through the crowd of paparazzi. “Not your fiancé? Your fuck toy then?” Reina blurted out, shock coursing through her at her own daring question. Xavier halted, turning to lock eyes with her, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The amusement in his gaze cut deeper than Reina had expected. “Are you jealous?” he asked, the teasing lilt in his voice contrasting with the tightness in Reina's chest as she anticipated his answer. “No!” She lied, the word escapin

Fueled by urgency, Xavier retaliated, returning fire with fierce determination. He shot a quick glance at Alfonso and Lorenzo, who flanked him, urging them to cover his back as he sprinted after Igor. Time was of the essence, and there was no opportunity to wait for the elevator. Choosing speed over caution, Xavier dashed up the staircase, each step echoing his mounting desperation. Suddenly, a bullet whistled past his ear, prompting him to press himself against the wall for cover. He barely had a moment to catch his breath when he saw one of the masked assailants peeking out from his hiding spot, only to be met with a swift and merciless response from him—a bullet to the forehead that sent him crumpling to the ground. After a relentless exchange of gunfire with a few more men in black, Xavier finally made it to the roof, adrenaline pounding in his veins. But the door was locked tight from behind. Without hesitation, he unleashed a series of shots at the lock, the echoes ringing shar