All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex Husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The group split into two as the sun climbed higher in the sky. Lucy’s team headed toward the village chief’s residence, where eager children waited for their lessons, while Jeremy’s team set out for the best farmer’s house in the village. Cameramen followed both teams, broadcasting every move live to an online audience hungry for drama and entertainment.Lucy adjusted her cap as she stepped through the dusty village path, the camera zooming in on her determined expression. Around her, the chatter of her team mingled with the soft rustle of leaves in the morning breeze. When they reached the large wooden gate of the village chief's home, he was already waiting for them, his face breaking into a smile."I was thrilled when I saw you coming," he said, stepping forward to greet Lucy. His hands were calloused from years of hard work, but his grip was firm. "And thank you again for the tractor. Ever since you repaired it, work has been so much easier."Lucy forced a smile, brushing stray st

The air was crisp and quiet, a blanket of calm resting over the village. The morning sun painted everything in soft gold, yet the two competing teams emerged with vastly different energy. Lucy’s team radiated confidence, their consistent wins reflected in their growing stash of food supplies. The aroma of spices and vegetables already filled their corner as they prepared for the day’s challenge.Lucy stretched, the corners of her lips tugging into a smile as she turned to her team. “So, what’s on the menu this morning?” she asked, her voice carrying over the murmur of the nearby crew adjusting their cameras.Orion scratched his head, his other hand rubbing his stomach. “I’m thinking boiled eggs and rice. Something simple but filling,” he said with a grin.Sylvaine and Vivian exchanged glances before nodding enthusiastically.“Rice and eggs it is,” Lucy declared, clapping her hands together. “I’ll handle the cooking. You all take care of the prep work.”“I’ll get firewood,” Orion volun

The door slammed shut with a resounding thud that echoed through the sleek, silent office. Caspian stood there for a moment, chest heaving as he stared at the glass panels that reflected the storm brewing in his eyes. His hand shot up, raking through his dark hair, the strands sticking up in chaotic defiance.“Elowen,” he hissed, the name rolling off his tongue like a curse. His voice was venomous, laced with anger so sharp it could cut glass. His fists curled tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white. “You’ll pay for this. Mark my words you’ll pay.”He crossed the room in a few long strides, yanking the phone off its cradle with such force that the cord rattled. His thumb jabbed at the buttons, and the phone barely had time to ring before a voice answered.“Get the boardroom ready,” he barked, his tone brooking no argument. “Twenty minutes. I’ll address the directors myself.”“Understood, sir,” came the swift reply.He slammed the phone back down, the metallic clink reverberat

The evening air was thick with tension, yet for the first time in days, Mr. Douglas found himself smiling. The live broadcast had gone better than he’d expected. The response from the online audience was overwhelming, and he knew exactly what to do next.As he strolled across the set, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek black phone. With only two days left until the broadcast ended, it was time to let the contestants see what was happening outside. One by one, he handed them their phones, relishing the anticipation in their faces.Then, with deliberate steps, he approached Lucy.She sat on the edge of a wooden bench, her fingers twisting together in her lap. The golden light of the setting sun caught the strands of her dark hair, making her look almost ethereal like the star she once was. Douglas stopped in front of her, tilting his head.“You know,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, “after this broadcast, I’m shooting a new movie. I’d like you to be the fem

His face darkened, shadows cutting sharp lines across his jaw.Silence coiled around them, thick with tension.Then, finally—“Fine,” he ground out, his voice edged with reluctant defeat. “We have a deal.”Elowen’s lips curled, amusement flickering in her sharp gaze. With practiced ease, she reached for the small device strapped to his chest, fingers brushing the cold metal. A soft click echoed through the room as she disarmed the bomb.The air shifted. The men standing around them, hardened criminals who had seen their share of blood and betrayal, exchanged wary glances. One of them muttered under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear.“That woman’s dangerous.”Elowen smirked. They had no idea.She turned on her heel, her coat flaring behind her as she strode toward her car. The city lights shimmered in the distance, cutting through the night like broken glass. She slid behind the wheel, the leather seat cool against her skin, and started the engine.She had one destination.T