All Chapters of Perfect Marriage Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The Wellington estate was alive with hustle and bustle as the staff hurried to get ready for the upcoming weekend gala—a charity event orchestrated by Catherine to cement her status as the future Mrs. Wellington. Ronald had insisted on overseeing every detail, though his thoughts were scattered, flitting between Catherine’s expanding belly and the brewing storm within his family.Amelia, for her part, had her own conflicts to confront. She had spent the morning sequestered in her study, immersed in the files Jake had given her—information regarding the Wellington estate’s shares, board members, and the clandestine power struggles that coursed like veins through the empire’s shiny exterior.Melissa walked into the study with a tray of tea and biscuits, placing it down with an understanding smile. “You’ve been at this all morning,” she teased lightly. “Even the mightiest warriors need to refuel.”Amelia smiled weakly. “I’ll take a break soon, Melissa. I’m just trying to piece all this t

The spacious boardroom was filled with an unusual tension, the atmosphere thick with unexpressed accusations. The gleaming mahogany table mirrored the somber faces of the directors gathered around it. Ronald Wellington occupied the position at the head of the table, his piercing glance surveying the room, challenging anyone to dispute his authority.Mr. Harris leaned forward, clearing his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, we cannot overlook the current predicament. Public trust in Wellington Holdings has significantly declined. The media is unrelenting, portraying us as a chaotic organization, and the shareholders… they are becoming increasingly restless.”A wave of whispers coursed through the room. Mrs. Caldwell, who was typically the voice of reason, adjusted her glasses and interjected, “Let’s not be hasty. We’ve navigated scandals before. Ronald has guided us through tougher times.”“Have we really?” Harris retorted, his tone biting. “The figures speak for themselves. The stock has

The Rodriguez home was tense as the silence thickened to make the very weight of the shifting balance in grudges both old and alliances new heavy even upon its walls. Beatrice stood very still at the door, inside their big estate home, gazing at what faced her. Evening air that fanned slightly stood still around the moment filled with energy - undecipherable."Who-who are you?" The voice of Beatrice barely rose above a whisper, yet held in it years of unanswered questions.The man standing on the threshold didn't say a word. His eyes, dark as coal, roamed over her in a slow, deliberative look that weighed her with quiet precision, as if he had seen it all before. He didn't say anything; he didn't have to; his presence was enough to convey the gravity of the situation.Behind him, the merest movement might be glimpsed—another figure, shrouded, a shape out of reach andrange of the porch light. Instantly, she felt the chill down her spine; she knew this was no ordinary caller, and though

The halls of Wellington Holdings hung in silent turmoil, a tempest brewing, waiting to erupt from beneath their tranquil surface. Since Jake's death, the company had lived in a frail balance, and while Ronald showed his usual icy exterior, people who worked close enough with him knew something had changed. Something was missing, and though no one dared mention it, that absence was felt.Jake had been more than just a vice president. He was a force that balanced the company, someone who stood firm between Ronald and the chaos brewing beneath the surface. And now, with him gone, the cracks in Wellington Holdings were widening.But today, the tension wasn't about the company's market performance or its internal power struggles.Today, it was about Jake's final wish.Ronald sat at his office desk, his fingers interlaced as he stared out the floor-to-ceiling window. The view of the city below was amazing, but his mind was elsewhere. The knock on his office door was sharp and deliberate."C

The air was heavy in the conference room at Wellington Holdings. Weight hung over the polished mahogany table where board members sat, waiting. There was no arrogance of corporate culture in the air, only an unease that none of them could quite put their finger on.Ronald Wellington sat at the head, his pose commanding, staring on towards the double doors as if he was waiting for a ghost to walk right through them. To his right sat Catherine Rodriguez, poised in a crimson blazer, the fingers of one hand interlocking tightly into the other on the table. Next to her, her mother Beatrice sat her lips painted in a thin line.The air was thick with uncertainty, whispers buzzing like insects between the minor board members. Even Charles Wellington, who seldom showed interest in these affairs, sat forward in his seat, furrowing his brow.This was supposed to be a straightforward announcement: a name would be called, and a new president would be crowned. But something in the silence before th