All Chapters of Revenge On My Ex Husband : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

A shrill ring cut through the early morning silence, jarring Elowen from sleep. She groaned, stretching her arms lazily as her fingers fumbled across the bed in search of her phone. The king-sized mattress felt too large, too empty, a stark contrast to the warmth of her tangled sheets.She squinted at the screen Lysander.Pressing the phone to her ear, she mumbled, “Hey…” Her voice was thick with sleep.“Still in bed?” Lysander’s deep chuckle came through the receiver. “Sorry for waking you.”Elowen pushed herself up, rubbing her eyes. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows over the sleek, modern furniture of her penthouse. “It’s fine,” she murmured. “I needed to wake up anyway.”“Have you checked online?” Lysander’s tone shifted, suddenly sharp. “The Emmanuelle file you posted it?”Elowen blinked, her sluggish mind snapping to attention. “Oh,” she said, kicking off the covers and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The cold m

The boardroom had never been this silent.Caspian stood at the head of the table, his fingers pressing into the polished wood, his breathing sharp and ragged. He should have seen this coming. He should have known the moment the whispers started, the moment the shareholders’ glares turned colder than ice.His heart pounded against his ribs, but he refused to show weakness.Instead, he smirked. A slow, dangerous curve of his lips.“You’ll regret this,” he murmured, his voice like the edge of a knife. “Before nightfall, you’ll come begging me. Voting me out was the worst mistake of your lives this company belongs to me.”Andrew, the man he once trusted, leaned back in his chair, arms folded. Calm. Unbothered. His stare held no fear.“You’re wrong,” Andrew said. He tilted his head slightly, studying Caspian like a predator watching prey. “It belongs to Elowen. It always has.”The air thickened.A ringing noise filled Caspian’s ears. He barely heard the whispers that spread through the roo

The chandelier’s golden glow bathed the grand ballroom in a soft, almost deceitful warmth. Laughter and chatter filled the air, the clinking of champagne glasses adding a celebratory rhythm to the evening. At the far end of the room, Caspian stood tall, his eyes scanning the crowd like a king surveying his kingdom. He looked untouchable, confident satisfied.Elowen watched him from a shadowed corner, the stem of her wine glass cool between her fingers. He had no idea.Maria’s heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she approached the center stage, her emerald gown catching the light. With practiced grace, she took the microphone, her voice smooth and poised.“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m honored to have you all here tonight,” Maria began, flashing a polite smile. “This is a celebration of growth, success, and most importantly, transition. A new era for Olive Industries.”A murmur swept through the room. Guests exchanged curious glances, some looking toward Maria’s father, exp

A cold wind rushed through Elowen’s veins, but it had nothing to do with the night air. Her hands shook as she stared at the message glowing on her phone screen.If you want her back, come find me.Her heart clenched. Her grip tightened around the phone. No name. No demands. Just a taunt.“Elowen?” Lysander’s voice was steady, but his sharp gaze was already scanning her face, reading the fear settling into her bones.For the first time in years, she felt weak.Without a word, she spun on her heel and yanked open the car door. She needed to go. Now.But before she could slide into the driver’s seat, Lysander’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist.“You can’t drive like this.” His voice was low but firm. “You’re shaking. You’ll crash before we even get there.”“I don’t have time for this,” she snapped, trying to jerk away.Lysander didn’t budge. “And I’m not letting you risk your life when our daughter needs you.”Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her mind racing. But then damn it she exhal

Lysander turned away from the window, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The night air bit at his skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire raging inside him. He rolled his shoulders, forcing himself to breathe, forcing himself to think.Calista was dangerous—he knew that better than anyone. And worse, he knew exactly why she had come back.She wanted him.But she had made a fatal mistake.Nobody touched his children and walked away unscathed.Not even her.Without hesitation, he grabbed his car keys and strode toward the door, his footsteps sharp against the marble floor. His mind was already racing ahead—calculating, planning. He didn’t need a strategy to deal with Calista. He just needed to get his daughter back.A voice cut through his thoughts."Lysander, wait!"He turned just as Elowen came running down the grand staircase, her robe billowing behind her. Her bare feet barely made a sound, but the determination in her eyes hit him like a slap."I’m coming with you," she said,