Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 11

Night had fallen.

Gwyneth sat at the head of her bed, her fingertips tracing the letters on her ID.

“Tomorrow morning. I’ll meet you at the registry office.”

The man’s commanding voice echoed in her ears. Gwyneth’s long lashes fluttered lower, hiding the storm of thoughts gathering behind her eyes.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

Seeing Julian’s name flash on the screen, Gwyneth took her time, studying it for several seconds before answering with a tone layered with meaning.

“What is it?”

“Gwyneth, my older brother’s visiting the company for an inspection tomorrow afternoon. He’ll be looking closely at some of our key projects,” Julian replied, his tone casual but edged with intent. “The project you’re handling with Celestial Group—I’m thinking of telling my brother that Queenie landed the deal. You’ve mentored her for so long; this would be a great opportunity for her to prove herself. You don’t mind, do you?”

Gwyneth listened in silence, a chill flickering in her eyes.

So, Julian’s brother hadn’t come back just to check up on the Boyd Group’s subsidiaries—Julian clearly wanted the credit for himself, and he was eager to bring Queenie into the spotlight as well.

And Gwyneth? She was just another rung on their ladder, meant to be discarded once her usefulness ran out.

Once, she would have agreed without hesitation, genuinely happy for Queenie.

But now?

Now, she’d make sure their little show didn’t go as planned.

A slow, almost amused smile curved her lips, her voice gentle and agreeable. “Of course. Let’s put the project with Mr. Grant under Queenie’s name. As long as it’s good for the company, I have no objections.”

Julian sounded even more pleased. “Great, it’s settled then. Since you haven’t been feeling well, take the day off tomorrow and get some rest at home.”

“Alright.”

After ending the call, Gwyneth’s gaze drifted to the business plan on her nightstand, her eyes dark and thoughtful.

For years, she’d brought Queenie along on business meetings to help her get up to speed with the company, but Queenie’s biggest contribution was usually just serving coffee and being present.

Yet, when it came time to report to headquarters at year’s end, Julian would insist Queenie be listed as the project lead.

Back then, Gwyneth had cared only about Queenie’s growth, not about the credit.

But this deal? She’d spent half a year on it—countless business dinners, endless revisions—before finally sealing it.

Bennett shot him a cold look.

Hugo immediately dropped his head, chastened.

Just then, a taxi pulled up in front of them.

Gwyneth stepped out, walking over with a bright smile. “Sorry I’m late.”

Bennett studied her for a moment, then naturally offered his arm.

“Let’s go.”

Fifteen minutes later, the two walked out of the registry office together.

Gwyneth’s eyes fixed on the marriage license in Bennett’s hand.

“May I have it?”

He reached out, as if to hand it over, but just as she took hold, his fingers tightened on the edge of marriage license, refusing to let go.