All Chapters of Ex-Wife Returns for Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Two days later, Veronica sat in a dimly lit bar across town, clad in a black dress, black gloves, and dark-tinted sunglasses that concealed her sharp, calculating eyes. The air inside the bar was thick with cigarette smoke, the murmur of conversations blending into the distant clinking of glasses. She was powerful and menacing, with the manicured fingers of one hand drumming a rhythm on the wood as she waited. Opposite her sat a man who called himself Scorpion. He was lean, his face sharp, his nature fidgety, always searching for a threat from angles seen and unseen. He looked around before locking restless eyes on Veronica."This woman you're after is one hell of a big fish," he muttered under his breath. Hoarseness coated his tone while his posture was tense, and he looked every inch a man who knew he was playing with fire. Veronica's lips curled into a sneer. "Shut up and tell me what you found."Scorpion hesitated, then reached inside his worn leather jacket and pulled out

Two weeks had passed since the attack on Nicole. The wound left by that incident had not yet healed, not in her mind, nor in her heart. Carter’s near-death experience had changed something in her, solidifying her resolve. If there had been any doubt before, it was gone now. The Fury family had to pay, and Taylons Enterprises would be hers.Seated in her study, Nicole leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming lightly against the polished wood of her desk. Across from her, Emilia sat with her tablet in hand, ready to take notes. Nicole exhaled, staring at Emilia for a moment before speaking. "I need to be honest with you," she said slowly. "I brought you into my company for a reason beyond your skills."Emilia's head leaned to one side, intrigued but not exactly surprised. "What?"Nicole's lips thinned as she, after a few tense seconds, replied with her words, "I want to take over Taylons Enterprises. And I won't stop until I do."Shockingly, Emilia smiled, knowing her plans a

The night air was thick with tension, carrying the distant hum of the city as Veronica Fury stood in a dimly lit alley, her expensive coat wrapped tightly around her slender frame. Her face, usually composed and calculating, was contorted with rage, her breath coming in sharp, furious bursts. Standing across from her, Scorpion stood stiffly, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his weathered leather jacket. The single flickering streetlamp above them barely illuminated his face, but even in the dim light, she could make out the unease in his eyes. Veronica took a slow step forward, the heels clicking against the cold pavement. "You had one job," she hissed, her voice full of venom. "One goddamn job, and you failed." Scorpion swallowed hard. "Her bodyguard was fast. The bastard moved before I could get a clear shot. Took the bullet himself." Veronica scoffed, her head shaking in disgust. "And that means what to me? That you expect me to sympathize? To understand your

The morning sun cast a golden glow over the city, but Carter’s mind was clouded with the storm brewing within. For the last few hours, he had been picking up every single piece of information that could lead him to the shooter. However, there was something he needed to do before he could go hunting, as any self respecting bachelor should.He drove up to Emilia’s apartment and parked the car, clenching the wheel for a few seconds before getting out. He thought that he could do it without anyone noticing but there was something in him that wanted him to see her. Perhaps it was the way she had glanced his way last night; pleading, concerned, as if she wanted to tell him something. Or perhaps, in spite of all this, he just wanted to be close to her one more time before crossing over to the other side.He knocked on her door and waited. After a few seconds, he heard someone run past. The door opened and there was Emilia, ready for work, dressed in her business outfit, her bag on her

The air in the Taylons Enterprises boardroom was thick with tension, the kind that crackled just before a storm. Taylor sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his jaw locked in barely concealed frustration. His mother, Veronica, sat next to him, cold and unreadable, but a flicker of anger in her eyes once in a while gave her away. Across from them, Nicole exuded quiet confidence, hands folded neatly on the table, commanding authority even without a word. Collins, her bodyguard, stood just outside the door, ensuring that her safety was never compromised.The remaining board members, including Mr. Donovan, Mrs. Lawson, and a few others, occupied their seats, their faces a mix of anticipation and apprehension.Mr. Donovan cleared his throat, breaking the uneasy silence. "Gentlemen and ladies, thank you all for gathering here this evening. We have urgent matters to discuss regarding the future of Taylons Enterprises."Taylor scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Let me guess. You’