All Chapters of Revenge is Best served cold! Ex-husband's Regrets : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Nina's POV As soon as I made my statement about the VIP card, the entire room fell into stunned silence. Everyone, from the waitress standing beside me to the other patrons, was caught off guard by what I’d said. Their faces showed a mix of confusion, curiosity, and skepticism, but I stood tall, refusing to break my composure. The waitress, holding a small device that looked like a POS machine for payment verification, seemed completely unprepared for my response. I could see the doubt in her eyes as she processed what I’d just said.“I am so sorry, Ma’am,” she stammered, her eyes flickering back and forth between my face and the card in my hand. “But I’ve never heard of a VIP card being inside a regular debit card. This is... This is really funny, and I’m not going to buy that idea.”Her words were meant to dismiss me, but I didn’t let them shake me. I could feel my chest tighten with the simmering heat of indignation, but I refused to show it. I had been underestimated before, but

**The Day of the Banquet***(Nina's POV)*The days flew by so fast I barely noticed the banquet looming closer. And now, here I was, seated in front of a large gilded mirror in my room, letting a team of skilled makeup artists work their magic on me. My reflection was a work in progress: my skin already glowing from the serums and lotions I’d carefully applied moments before. The artists flitted around me like butterflies, adding color and life to my face, brushing through my hair, and perfecting every detail.The excitement in the air was almost tangible, but beneath the surface, a current of nerves churned in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was from anticipation or dread. The banquet wasn’t just a celebration—it was an exhibition, a grand spectacle where the powerful flaunted their wealth and connections. And I was the host.I barely noticed the door creak open until Louisa, one of our maids, stepped in with a nervous smile and my laptop carefully balanced in her hands. "Ma'am, here

Nina's POVI had never imagined a moment like this. It felt like something out of a surreal movie—a dream I couldn’t wake up from. There I was, standing in the middle of an extravagant banquet, the center of attention, and yet, all I felt was the weight of the decisions pressing down on me. Four men—four powerful, influential men—kneeling in front of me, each offering their heart, their loyalty, and their future. And I, caught in the chaos of it all, didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream. But what was truly baffling was that none of them truly understood who I was—not the person I had worked so hard to become.I could see their faces as I looked down at them. Matthew’s intense gaze, as if he was certain that my answer would be yes. Leonard’s hopeful, almost desperate eyes, pleading with me as if he truly believed we had some unfinished story. And then there was Jordan, my ex-husband, the man who had once promised me everything but ended up shattering my world.I could feel my h

Miranda's POVI leaned back in my chair, staring out the window of my Paris office as the sun dipped behind the city’s skyline. Paris had always been a place of inspiration for me, a city of dreams and love. But at that moment, the Eiffel Tower’s glow felt distant and cold. My life had become a whirlwind of responsibilities since my father’s passing a year ago. As his only child, I had inherited everything—his company, his estate, his legacy. Towers Corporations was now my responsibility, and I was determined to prove I could uphold his name.Despite the weight of it all, there was one anchor in my life that kept me grounded—my husband, Desmond. Desmond Howard had been my college sweetheart, the man I fell hopelessly in love with and married two years ago. I trusted him implicitly, loved him unconditionally. He was my safe haven in a world filled with boardroom battles and corporate politics. His charm, his smile, the way he supported me even when I doubted myself—it all reminded me w

Another family.Laila’s POVMy name is Laila Martins, daughter of the late Emperor Martins—one of the wealthiest and most influential men in London. You’d think my life was a dream come true, filled with luxury, privilege, and endless opportunities. But that’s far from the truth.Since my father’s untimely death, my existence has been nothing short of a nightmare. I’m nothing but a maidservant in the very house I was born into. My father, after my mother’s tragic death during my childbirth, married another woman. At first, my stepmother was kind and loving—a true angel sent to heal our broken family. But the moment she gave birth to my stepsister Mara, her mask slipped. She became a tyrant, and Mara, my supposed sister, transformed into a demon in human form.I still remember the first time they turned against me. Mara had broken one of my father’s priceless vases, and when I tried to explain what had happened, my stepmother slapped me so hard my ears rang.“Don’t you dare accuse my d