All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex Husband : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The single, dim light flickered above, casting eerie shadows against the damp walls. Chains rattled as Emmanuelle shifted, the metal cuffs around her wrists biting into her skin. Her lips curled into a smirk despite her predicament.Elowen leaned in, her face unreadable, but her voice was laced with quiet authority. “Tell me why you framed Lucy.”The words were soft, coaxing even, but there was steel underneath them.Emmanuelle swallowed. Hard.Because in Elowen’s eyes, she saw something terrifying.A woman with nothing left to lose.Emmanuelle let out a breathy chuckle, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m smarter than that, Elowen. I’m not Caspian—who couldn’t even recognize his own ex-wife.” She tilted her head, studying Elowen’s expression. “If you promise to help me, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”Elowen’s lips twitched, but she remained still, her gaze slicing through Emmanuelle like a blade. She knew Emmanuelle was playing a game, and if she wasn’t careful, she’

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and violet as the villagers gathered around the open-air stage. The air buzzed with excitement, the chatter of anticipation mixing with the rhythmic beat of drums being tested in the background. Wooden benches creaked under the weight of spectators, while others sat cross-legged on woven mats, eager to see the night's entertainment.Lucy stood at the edge of the stage, her arms crossed as she surveyed her team. Their faces mirrored her concern—none of them had expected a dance competition."We're not prepared for this," she muttered under her breath, then exhaled sharply. "Alright, I can dance, but I need a drummer." She turned to her teammates, her gaze scanning their uncertain expressions.Vivian grinned, stepping forward. "I’ve got that covered."Lucy blinked. "You play the drums?"Vivian tossed her braids over her shoulder, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "I have many talents you don’t know about."The group

Maria’s fingers curled around the cool metal of Caspian’s car keys. She turned on her heel and strolled out of the room, her pace unhurried, measured. The grand staircase stretched before her, and she descended with quiet grace, each step echoing through the vast halls of the estate.The heavy front doors groaned as she pushed them open, and the moment they shut behind her, the carefully crafted mask she wore slipped away.A slow smirk curled at the corner of her lips.You have no idea, Caspian.Sliding into the driver’s seat, she started the engine. The purr of the car was a promise, the beginning of something irreversible.Elowen and I are about to burn everything you built to the ground.She pressed the accelerator, the car gliding onto the road with effortless ease. City lights blurred past her as she maneuvered through the streets, her grip firm on the wheel. Every mile she covered felt like a countdown like a fuse shortening before the explosion.By the time she reached Mrs. Cas

The silence stretched between them, thick with an unspoken agreement.Elowen leaned back, crossing one long leg over the other, her fingers toying with the rim of her teacup. A slow, knowing smile curled her lips. “We’ll make him think you signed over your wealth. I’ll have a fake will prepared, and you’ll hand it to him. The moment he thinks he owns everything, he’ll toss you aside maybe even demand a divorce. He’ll believe he’s won.”Maria swallowed, her heart drumming against her ribs. “And then?”Elowen’s smile sharpened into something wicked.“Then, we’ll watch Caspian make a complete fool of himself.”Maria let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her pulse steadied. “Is that a deal, then?” she asked, holding out her hand.Elowen studied her, those cool, calculating eyes stripping Maria down to her very bones. Then, slowly, she reached out and clasped Maria’s hand. “It’s a deal.”Maria exhaled.Elowen leaned forward, her voice smooth as silk. “Tomorrow, I’ll send yo

Jeremy’s voice wavered mid-verse. A sharp, almost imperceptible shift rippled through the production crew. Camera operators exchanged nervous glances, the stage director’s fingers flew over his tablet, and the moderators huddled near their laptops, whispering frantically.Something was wrong.The villagers, unfamiliar with Jeremy’s status, sensed the sudden unease but had no idea why. Their murmurs grew louder, confused yet intrigued.Sylvaine, arms crossed, watched with quiet amusement.Jeremy’s fingers clenched around the microphone. His gaze flickered toward the teleprompter, then to the audience. They were still clapping, still smiling, still oblivious. But beyond the stage, online, something was unraveling.His team scrambled behind the cameras, their hushed voices thick with panic. But it was too late. The internet had already spoken.Caspian lounged on his leather couch, a glass of whiskey swirling lazily in his hand, the golden liquid catching the dim light of his penthouse. T