All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex Husband : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elowen gripped the steering wheel of Mrs. Cassiopeia’ sleek Lamborghini, the hum of the engine a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. The kids were quiet in the back, Eulalia humming softly while Leander stared out the window, his little face set in a familiar scowl. When they reached Lysander’s mansion, its towering gates and pristine exterior gleaming in the evening light, Elowen pressed the doorbell. A faint chime echoed inside, and moments later, Lysander appeared at the door. He smiled warmly, stepping aside to let them in. “Please, come in.” Eulalia’s eyes lit up as she hopped out of the car and ran toward him. “Hi!” she said brightly, throwing her arms up. Lysander bent down, scooping her up effortlessly. “Hello, little one.” Behind her, Leander trudged forward, hands shoved deep into his pockets. His steps were deliberate, almost too slow, his small figure radiating defiance. “Leander,” Elowen called, her voice firm as she crouched to meet his eye level. “What have I

Elowen’s lips curled into a sly, dangerous smile, the kind of smile that promised trouble. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and something darker—determination. “Oh, you’ll see,” she said, her voice low and filled with a hint of mystery.Lysander, standing by the door, watched her with a cautious gaze. His mind raced as he tried to figure out just who Elowen really was. “Really, but I want to be of help,” he said, his voice almost pleading, the sincerity in his tone at odds with his usual cold demeanor.Elowen smirked at him, her gaze sharp and knowing. She took a slow step forward, her heels clicking on the polished floor. “For now, I can handle it. When I need your help, I’ll let you know,” she said, her words laced with both confidence and finality. She turned on her heel, heading towards the hallway. “Can you show me my room for tonight? I’m exhausted, and I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow,” she added, almost casually, as if the weight of her plans didn’t even faze her.

Caspian stormed into his office, his footsteps heavy and sharp against the polished marble floor. His face was a thundercloud of anger, and his assistant practically shrank under his furious gaze.“What did you just say?” Caspian growled, his voice low but laced with unmistakable menace.The assistant hesitated, visibly uncomfortable. He cleared his throat, fumbling with the tablet in his hands. “S-Sir, the old tech department,” he began cautiously, “the one you, uh… sidelined. They’ve all resigned. It happened about a week after Andrew left.”For a moment, there was silence, thick and suffocating. Then Caspian grabbed the nearest book off his desk and hurled it across the room. It struck the wall with a resounding thud, making the assistant flinch violently.Caspian’s fists clenched at his sides as his thoughts raced. He knew exactly how skilled the old tech team was. He’d forced them to step down, not because they weren’t good enough, but because he wanted to remind them and everyon

Elowen’s gaze stayed fixed on the screen as the live broadcast continued. The camera panned to Lucy and Vivian, standing confidently alongside two new faces a striking young woman and a tall man with sharp, chiseled features. The male exuded an aura of quiet authority, his every movement deliberate and precise.She picked up her phone, her fingers moving swiftly across the dial pad. The line connected almost instantly.“Andrew,” she said, her voice clipped and direct, “come to my office. Now.”“Yes, ma’am,” he replied without hesitation.She ended the call and leaned back in her chair, the corners of her mouth twitching into a faint smile. Her focus shifted back to the broadcast. The man, now identified by the host as Orion, seemed to command attention effortlessly. His interactions with Lucy and Vivian were marked by a certain warmth, a camaraderie that felt genuine.Andrew arrived moments later, stepping into her office with his usual calm demeanor. “You called for me, ma’am?”She g

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the makeshift camp. The live broadcast had ended for the day, the cameras folded away with practiced efficiency, and the crew dispersed. The participants trudged to the house rented for them, their excitement fading into shock the moment they crossed the threshold.The place was barebones. The air was stale, the light dim from a single weak bulb. There was no running water, no electricity beyond the faint hum of a generator that seemed ready to die at any moment. The beds single, creaky frames with thin, worn-out mattresses were lined up like props in a scene meant to invoke discomfort.Sylvaine, her hair perfectly styled despite the day’s activities, stood in the doorway of her room, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. “This… this is it?” she muttered, her voice trembling with disbelief. She turned to Mr. Douglas, her stiletto heels clicking against the uneven floorboards. “Are we really staying here?”Mr. Douglas