Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 3

Gwyneth dug her nails into her palm, but she felt nothing—not even pain. With her eyes squeezed shut, she pretended to be asleep.

Behind her, the sound of labored, intimate breathing made her stomach twist. She swallowed back a wave of nausea.-

She kept her eyes tightly closed, but humiliation and hatred surged inside her, a force so fierce it felt like it could tear the world apart.

For five years, she had given Julian everything—her trust, her devotion—because when her parents died, leaving her utterly lost and broken, Julian had been the one to stay by her side. His gentle presence had pulled her, piece by piece, out of the darkness.

But she’d never imagined that her parents’ deaths were orchestrated by Julian and Queenie all along.

So, Julian, if everything was calculated from the start, then everything you took from me over these five years, I’ll take it all back.

With interest!

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Afterward, Julian headed for the bathroom.

Queenie took her time straightening her clothes, her eyes glinting with challenge as she looked at Gwyneth, who lay stiffly on the bed, feigning sleep.

With a smug smile, Queenie said quietly,

“Gwyneth, I’ve always hated that fake saintly act of yours. Why should you be the untouchable princess while I’m just the charity case your family took in? Surprised? A little tampering with the brakes, and your dear parents died in that car crash. Without them, what are you—any different from me?

The Fletcher fortune, your man—they’ll all be mine. Then you’ll finally know what it’s like to be ground into the dirt.”

Just then, Julian returned and said, “Queenie, let me walk you out.”

Queenie slipped her arm through his, laughing as they disappeared down the hall.

When the door finally closed, Gwyneth opened her eyes. They burned with raw, unshed tears.

The person she once thought was her salvation had been the one to push her into the abyss.

The sister she’d tried so hard to help, always taking, always resenting every kindness.

[That’s perfect.]

Skyward Taste was the most exclusive, upscale restaurant in Bayview City—the kind of place reserved for the city’s elite.

And Ziggy wasn’t just any lawyer; he was the best in Bayview. Anyone he met in person had to be a heavy hitter.

Gwyneth lowered her gaze, her eyes icy and determined, “Julian, you care about your company more than anything. Fine, I’ll use what you love most to utterly destroy you.”

Soon, she was at the private suite in Skyward Taste.

On the way over, Ziggy had already filled her in: this was an interview.

The client was none other than Bennett Boyd, the youngest business tycoon in the country of Meridia. Word was, he’d only just arrived in Bayview yesterday, and Ziggy had already managed to land a meeting.

Not bad at all. If Ziggy landed the position as Mr. Boyd’s personal attorney, it would be a win for her, too.

And when it came time to deal with Julian, she’d have all the leverage she needed.