Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 26

“Find out everything you can about that woman,” he whispered, biting down on Queenie’s earlobe.

Queenie’s eyes flickered with calculation. “We could swing by Skyward Taste tonight. Maybe pick up a little something for her.”

Julian frowned, not following. “What are you getting at?”

“If your brother actually brought a woman home, she’s got to be something special. I’ll go early tonight, introduce myself, make her think we’re friends. If she’s on our side, you and I getting married is only a matter of time. Even if your father trusts Gwyneth, she’ll always be an outsider.” Queenie touched up her lipstick in the rearview mirror, layering on a shade even bolder than usual.

A sweet, syrupy smile curled on her crimson lips. “Making friends is what I do best.”

But beneath the surface, her hand clenched tightly out of sight. She bowed her head, hiding the venom in her eyes.

Friend? Please.

She wanted to be Mrs. Boyd.

If Bennett really couldn’t be swayed, she’d just cozy up to that woman instead.

Frankly, she was dying to know what kind of woman could actually catch his eye.

Julian’s fingers traced slow, possessive circles on Queenie’s waist. Outside, neon lights flickered, throwing fractured shadows across his gold-rimmed glasses.

Night settled in, low and heavy.

In front of Skyward Taste, Julian and Queenie sat in their sleek black sedan, eyes fixed on the restaurant’s entrance.

“He reserved the whole place just to have dinner with her?” Queenie tapped her freshly manicured red nails against the car window, suspicion lacing her voice.

The moment they approached the door, a security guard in a dark suit stepped in front of them. “Sorry. Mr. Boyd has reserved the restaurant for a private event tonight.”

Julian’s expression darkened. “I’m his brother.”

“Mr. Boyd gave strict instructions. No exceptions.” The guard’s face was unreadable.

Julian glared from behind his glasses, then turned on his heel and strode back to the car. “Let’s wait a bit longer.”

Julian’s arm tightened around her shoulders, eyes cold behind those gold frames. “She must have heard my brother was here. Trying to worm her way into their good graces.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Dream on.”

Queenie nestled in his embrace, lips curving with smug satisfaction.

Let that little witch scheme all she wants—Julian had already chosen his future wife. There was only room for one.

Just as she finished the thought—

The security guard gave a respectful bow, as if he’d been expecting her all along.

She went in.

Queenie’s nails dug deep into her palm as she watched Gwyneth’s elegant silhouette move gracefully into the restaurant.

“How did she get in?!” Her voice trembled. “Unless she really is…”