All Chapters of The Gold Maker Ex's Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What the hell is happening here?!” Rebecca demanded in shock.She frowned as she saw Aurora being held by the guard. Without hesitation, she turned to him. “You! Let her go!”The guard immediately released Aurora but remained standing beside her, unsure of what to do next. Aurora straightened her posture and adjusted her clothes, her expression calm despite the commotion.Vanessa and Catherine exchanged glances before stepping forward.“Are you Ms. Dawson?” Vanessa asked with a polite smile. “I’m Vanessa Steele, fiancée of Ethan Calloway. I’m sorry, but this woman is causing trouble here.”Rebecca raised an eyebrow. “Really?” She turned to Aurora.

The food tasting had finally come to an end. Aurora leaned back in her chair, feeling full but satisfied. The menu for the wedding was set, and everything had gone smoother than she expected.Rebecca, ever the perfectionist, had insisted on only the finest dishes. And to top it all off, she had asked the waiter to bring out the most expensive bottle of wine the restaurant had to offer.“To celebrate,” Rebecca had said with a smirk, raising her glass.Aurora had laughed but played along, clinking her glass with hers. Even Lucian, usually composed and unreadable, had taken a sip without complaint.“Alright,” Rebecca finally said, checking the time on her phone. “I have another meeting, so I have to go.” She turned to Aurora, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “But you, my dear best friend, are free for the evening. No plans, right?”Aurora narrowed her eyes. “What are you up to?”Rebecca shrugged innocently. “Nothing. Just making sure Lucian doesn’t have any excuses not to take you ou

Aurora and Lucian finished their meal but decided to stay for a while longer, savoring their wine.“You haven’t told me much about yourself, Mr. Blackwood. Where are your parents?” Aurora asked, genuinely curious. When they first met, Lucian wasn’t with his family. Even when she had searched for him through Red, his parents weren’t listed.Lucian fell silent for a moment, and his expression shifted, his eyes growing distant. There was hesitation in his gaze. Aurora noticed the change but saw his face quickly settle back into a neutral mask.“They’re already dead. I never had the chance to meet them.”Aurora’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I… I didn’t mean to bring up something painful.”Lucian smiled softly. “It’s okay. I’ve moved on.”Aurora exhaled, trying to process the information. “But, who’s with you now?”“I was adopted when I was five,” Lucian continued, his voice steady. “Since then, he’s been like a father to me. Actually, it’s because of him that I’m wh

Carmela stared at her daughter’s reflection in the mirror, her eyes brimming with tears.“I can’t believe this is happening,” she murmured. “You’re getting married, my dear.”Aurora forced a small smile, though a bitter feeling lingered inside her. She was already dressed in her wedding gown, the elegant white fabric hugging her frame perfectly. Her makeup was light, accentuating her natural beauty. She had always imagined this moment, picturing herself as a radiant bride.But in her dreams, she had been marrying Ethan.She had once thought she would walk down the aisle toward the man she loved, but fate had rewritten her story. Now, she was about to marry Lucian Blackwood—a man she barely knew. He seemed kind, but that didn’t change the fact that her heart wasn’t in it. Still, she had no choice. Her father made it clear that if she didn’t go through with this, she wouldn’t get the help she desperately needed.“Me too, Mom,” Aurora said softly. “I can’t believe I’m getting married.”C

Aurora gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove toward the Westmoor Division, her mind racing with all the possibilities. This branch wasn’t just any part of the Lancaster business—it was a critical division focused on manufacturing appliances, a steady and reliable source of income that supported many of their other ventures. Losing it would be disastrous.As she pulled up to the building, the sight that greeted her was disheartening. The parking lot, once bustling with activity, was nearly empty. The imposing glass doors of the entrance seemed to have lost their former luster, the once-thriving energy of the place now reduced to a dull, fading presence.Aurora pushed through the doors, her heels clicking against the marble floor of the lobby, the sound echoing in the near silence. Only a handful of employees wandered about, their faces downcast and tired. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant, fast-paced atmosphere she remembered.A security guard approached her, stepping di