Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 40

Stephen let out a weary sigh. “Your father always had his suspicions about Julian. After that disastrous board meeting, Julian’s proposed investment nearly brought the company to its knees. Later, we learned the so-called partners were all connected to him behind the scenes. Your father was preparing to investigate, but… he never got the chance.”

Gwyneth’s fingers curled tighter, her eyes blazing with a fierce resolve.

“So that’s how it is. Actually, my parents’ deaths are tied to him as well. Elodie and I found security footage—he was the last person to see them alive.” Her voice was as cold as ice.

“Unbelievable. And to think you were going to hand over all your parents’ shares to that bastard!” Yale was trembling with anger, looking as if he’d suddenly aged years.

“Don’t worry, Yale. He’s not getting the shares.”

Gwyneth walked to the window, gazing out at the city lights below. Just a month ago, she’d been a naïve girl lost in love; now, she was plotting revenge.

“What’s mine—I’ll take back.”

Stephen’s sigh deepened; the lines on his face etched even deeper by the lamplight. “But your father’s will is clear—those shares can only be transferred after you’re married. He was afraid someone like Julian would take advantage of your youth.”

The air in the office grew heavy, thick with unspoken words.

A bitter smile flickered across Gwyneth’s lips. She lifted her head, and her eyes glimmered with something strange. “I know. I’m already married.”

“What?” Stephen bolted upright, his chair screeching across the floor. “When did this happen?”

“A few days ago,” Gwyneth replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “To Bennett.”

Stephen’s face drained of color. He braced himself against the desk, hands trembling. “Bennett? That ruthless ‘cold-blooded king’ everyone in the business world fears? He’s not exactly the gentle type.”

“Yes. It was...unexpected.” Gwyneth thought back to that night; it felt as if fate itself had bound them together long ago.

“He might have his own agenda,” Stephen muttered darkly, brows furrowed. The stories he’d heard about Bennett were few, but none of them were good.

He didn’t quite understand—he even objected, deep down.

“Then I’ll fall into the abyss with him,” Gwyneth said, her voice barely above a whisper, yet steely with conviction.

If revenge required dancing with the devil, she’d gladly waltz on the knife’s edge.

Tears glimmered in Stephen’s eyes as he looked at this familiar yet suddenly distant young woman, his heart aching for her.

He would make sure to avenge her parents—one way or another.

The office fell silent, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall. Stephen slumped back into his chair, seeming to age a decade in an instant.

After a moment,

Gwyneth picked up the freshly signed contract and exchanged a look with Stephen.

She tucked the document into her bag, her voice soft but certain. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

Stephen hesitated, but in the end only said, “Be careful. If you need anything, call me.”

Heat crept up her neck, and she looked away, ears tinged pink.

Before she knew it, they’d reached the entrance.

Outside, rain was pouring down in torrents.

“Come with me, I’ll drive you back.” Bennett shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

As she watched Colin pull the black Rolls-Royce up to the curb, Gwyneth didn’t even consider refusing—she slipped straight into the car.

Raindrops traced winding paths down the windows, neon lights outside throwing shifting colors across the seats.

Gwyneth counted the rhythm of the windshield wipers, wanting to break the silence for the third time.

“Stephen was my father’s most trusted assistant,” she blurted out, her voice rougher than she’d intended. “Nocturne Spirits—that’s his company, so…”

“There’s no need to explain,” Bennett’s voice was low, rumbling like the car’s engine. “I trust you.”

Gwyneth’s breath caught.

Those four words struck her carefully built defenses like a bullet.

Did he really mean it—did he trust her?