Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 114

She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, her eyes now swirling with a venomous resentment and a flicker of panic at her failed scheme.

Gwyneth, you better hope your luck doesn’t run out.

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Midrise Mansion.

Returning to that familiar yet strangely alien home, Gwyneth felt utterly drained—physically and emotionally.

But one question, dark and twisting, clung to her mind like poisonous ivy.

Why had Julian called Bennett his brother?

Bennett.

Ben.

CEO of G-B Group.

The real power behind the Locke Group.

Julian’s biological older brother.

These fragments of identity crashed together in her mind, yet no clear picture emerged. Instinct told her there was some enormous secret buried beneath the surface.

She needed answers. Clear, undeniable answers.

Outside, the evening breeze drifted through the garden, carrying the scent of flowers, but it did nothing to lift the gloom from her chest.

Drawing in a shaky breath, she pulled out her phone and dialed Elodie’s number.

“Elodie,” Gwyneth’s voice was low, tight with anxiety she could barely hide. “I need you to look into Bennett for me.”

“No way, what’s going on? Is he cheating? I knew men couldn’t be trusted!” Elodie fumed on the other end.

Gwyneth pinched the bridge of her nose, her tone more serious than ever. “I need every detail you can find, especially his connection to the Locke family. And find out if he’s ever gone by another name—Ben.”

“Holy crap! So that’s it—he’s been hiding this deep! Leave it to me. I’ll dig up everything.”

Elodie clearly realized this was no ordinary request. She responded efficiently and hung up without another word.

The call had barely ended. Gwyneth’s screen was still aglow when—

A low, cold voice, stripped of any emotion and utterly unexpected, echoed behind her like a specter.

“Are you investigating me?”

Her heart lurched so violently she almost dropped her phone.

She spun around. Bennett stood at the entrance to the garden path—when had he appeared? The moonlight and the warm glow spilling from the mansion behind him outlined his tall, imposing figure. He stood in silhouette, his features unreadable, but the sheer force of his presence seemed to fill the entire garden.

His gaze, sharp as a spotlight, landed squarely on the phone still glowing in her hand.

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