All Chapters of Ex-Wife Returns for Revenge : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The night was eerily silent except for the faint rustle of leaves carried by the cold breeze. Carter crouched low as his sharp eyes fixed on the dimly lit window of the rundown apartment.Moonlight danced on the cracked walls, casting ominous shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly. His heart was racing, but his breathing was smooth, a display of his years of combat skills. This was it. The intel he had pieced together bit by bit led him to the shooter's hideout.He coiled each muscle in his body, ready to strike. He tightened his grip on his weapon and edged closer to the door.The only sound he heard was the creaking of the wooden floor beneath his boots.He gave a swift, calculated kick, and the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud.The room beyond was dark, save for a flickering bulb in the corner that cast erratic shadows.The shooter was taken aback by the intrusion and leaped from his chair.His eyes narrowed when he saw the figure before him, immediat

The dining room exuded an unsettling stillness that evening. Nicole sat at the head of the long, gleaming mahogany table, her posture upright, her gaze distant. The weight of the upcoming board meeting lingered in her thoughts like an invisible storm cloud. She had fought too hard to let anything derail her now.As she took a sip of her water, her keen eyes scoured the room -- a coldness in the atmosphere that matched her mood to a tee.Finally, there was the sound of light footsteps as the maid entered the room with a silver tray with a steaming bowl of soup on it.Nicole nodded at her politely and went back into the sea of thoughts that consumed her.But Collins, watchful and observant of minute detail, did not miss what Nicole had missed: the shaking hands of the maid, her scurrying pace almost as if she was stepping back. Collins's sharp voice interrupted the silence. "Don't."Nicole froze, the spoon inches from her lips.Her eyes moved to Collins with confusion stamped acros

Ethan Caldwell leaned back in the plush chair opposite Nicole, his expression a mix of curiosity and admiration. Her penthouse office was a testament to a fastidious mind: lots of sleek lines, muted colors, and exuded powerfulness.He studied her for a long moment before breaking the silence."I know this was your doing," Ethan said coolly with an air of intrigue.He slithered a crumpled newspaper across the desk, the bold headline announcing news of Taylor Fury's shocking retention as CEO of Taylons Enterprises.Nicole picked up the paper, her manicured fingers tracing the headline. A faint smile played on her lips, but it wasn’t the one Ethan expected. Instead of triumphant glee, her expression carried a hint of amusement. “You’re wrong,” she said, setting the paper down with deliberate care. “I had nothing to do with this.”Ethan furrowed his brows, his face a picture of a scowl. "Come on, Nicole. You really think I am supposed to believe that? Who else is going to benefit from

The boardroom was suffocatingly silent as Taylor stood before the members, his head bowed, his once-commanding presence reduced to a shadow of defeat. His revelation of the secret loans had left them speechless, the number was in millions and Taylons Enterprises being used as the collateral overwhelmed the board members.Taylor's voice trembled as he tried to explain."I did it to save the company," he muttered, his eyes darting to the board members, hoping for a shred of understanding. "I thought... I thought I could turn things around before it came to this.".Mr. Donovan huffed loudly from the end of the table, rather disappointed. "Taylor, you gambled with everything," he said wearily. "And now the company is paying for it."The anger in their faces was palpable.Mrs. Lawson leaned into his view, her sharp gaze on Taylor. "Did you ever think to consult us? To seek advice? Or was your pride too great to admit you needed help?"Taylor's fists clenched, digging his nails deep into t

Nicole sat alone in her dimly lit study, the glow of her laptop casting an eerie light on her face. Her fingers trembled slightly as she hit play on the video for the fifth time that night. She had felt like rewatching the video that morning. She just couldn't stop thinking about it. How far was Veronica ready to go to eliminate her?It was hoarse and cold, echoing off the walls of the room as the shooter described how the hit had been orchestrated by Veronica. Every word, a knife lancing into Nicole. The clenching of her jaw mirrored a bubbling rage boiling over, concealing the anguish beneath -- a cut so deep and so profound, impossible for retribution to ever restore.She stopped the playback, leaned back in her chair, and massaged her temples.In an instant, the memory of the child she lost swam before her eyes, and then, hot tears filled her eyes, about to drop but she quickly wipped them off."No more weakness," she said firmly, her voice hoarse. "She will pay dearly for wh