All Chapters of RISE OF THE EX WIFE : Mona's Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41The Bennett estate's grand ballroom glittered under crystal chandeliers, the light dancing off jewels and champagne flutes as the city's elite gathered to celebrate young James Bennett's formal introduction as heir. Mona stood at the entrance, her hand resting lightly on Alexander's arm, taking in the scene with quiet satisfaction."Ready?" Alexander whispered, his breath warm against her ear.Mona nodded, her emerald gown catching the light as they stepped forward. Heads turned, conversations paused, and a wave of whispers followed them across the marble floor. Not the whispers of mockery she had once endured at Caldwell gatherings, but whispers of admiration, curiosity, respect.Madam Leah Bennett, regal in sapphire blue, broke away from her circle of admirers and approached them with outstretched hands."Mrs. Kane," she said warmly, taking Mona's hands in hers. "You honor us with your presence.""The honor is mine, Madam Bennett," Mona replied, the practiced words flowin

Chapter 43Morning light spilled through the tall windows of Mona's private office in the Kane penthouse. Outside, the city hummed with activity, but inside, silence reigned except for the soft tap of her fingers on the keyboard. She had been working since dawn, her coffee growing cold beside her as she dug deeper into Davidson Shipping's financial records.A knock at the door barely registered in her focus."You missed breakfast," Alexander said, entering with a fresh cup of coffee and a plate of fruit.Mona looked up, blinking as if waking from a dream. Her eyes burned from staring at numbers for hours. "I found something," she said, taking the coffee gratefully.Alexander set the plate down and moved behind her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders as he studied her screen. "Show me.""Davidson Shipping reported profits to their shareholders for the last eight quarters," she said, pointing to a colorful chart. "But I cross-referenced their shipping manifests with internationa

Chapter 45The morning sun bathed the Caldwell mansion in golden light, but inside the grand dining room, storm clouds gathered. Samuel Caldwell's phone rang for the fifth time in thirty minutes. He glanced at the screen, grimaced, and silenced it again."Will you answer that infernal thing?" Emily snapped, tapping her perfectly manicured nails against her teacup. "The noise is ruining my breakfast."Samuel loosened his tie. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the room's perfect temperature. "It's Jim Harrington. Our biggest investor."Emily's fork clattered against fine china. "And why would he call at this ungodly hour?"Before Samuel could answer, Sarah burst into the room, still in her silk pajamas, clutching her tablet. Her face was pale, eyes wide with panic."Have you seen the news?" She thrust the tablet toward her parents. "Davidson Shipping is under federal investigation!"The blood drained from Samuel's face as he grabbed the device. The headline screamed across the screen

Chapter 47The Caldwell Industries boardroom, typically a place of ordered power and quiet confidence, had transformed into a battleground. Twelve men and women in expensive suits sat around the gleaming mahogany table, faces tight with worry. The floor-to-ceiling windows that normally showcased the impressive city view now seemed to emphasize how far they all might fall.Samuel Caldwell stood at the head of the table, his silk tie crooked and hair disheveled. Dark half-circles hung beneath his eyes. The stock ticker displayed on the wall-mounted screen showed numbers bleeding red - each minute bringing fresh losses."Our shares have dropped another fifteen percent since market open," he said, his voice struggling to maintain steadiness. "That brings our total losses to nearly sixty percent in two days."Gregory Wilson, the oldest board member and former college roommate of Richard Caldwell, removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "In plain numbers, Samuel. How much hav

The crystal vase shattered against the wall, spraying water and roses across the imported wallpaper. Emily Caldwell stood with her arm extended, chest heaving, hair falling from its perfect arrangement."Four generations!" she screamed. "Four generations of building something magnificent, and you've destroyed it in less than a month!"Samuel sat at the far end of the dining table, head in his hands. The newspaper before him proclaimed: "CALDWELL INDUSTRIES FACES FEDERAL INVESTIGATION AS STOCK PLUMMETS 70%.""Say something!" Emily demanded, grabbing another vase."What would you like me to say, Mother? That you were right? Would that fix anything?"The second vase exploded against the wall in a shower of glass and lilies.Lora entered in a silk bathrobe, eyes swollen from crying. "The Governor canceled our dinner. Said something about a scheduling conflict."Emily snorted. "Coward. He's been coming to our Christmas party for twenty years.""Everyone's abandoning us," Lora whispered, si