All Chapters of The Scorned Wife’s Revenge: Claimed By His Ruthless Uncle: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

At Livia’s Apartment, the doorbell rang…Livia frowned slightly since she wasn’t expecting anyone. She walked to the door slowly, opened it and froze.Her visitors were Amber Cole and Marie Cole, from the powerful Cole family…and they were at her doorstep…she couldn't breathe.Amber stood there, her eyes sharp and judging. Beside her, Grandma Marie stood too…composed, elegant and obviously not in a good mood.“…May we come in?” Marie asked with a frown and Livia stepped aside immediately.“Yes… of course.”she stuttered, nervous as they walked in.Amber’s gaze scanned the place. To her, this was another beggar like Ava, so her disapproval was clear.“So,” Marie began, sitting down gracefully, “how exactly are you involved with my grandson?”Livia swallowed, her fingers tightened slightly.“I…”Amber cut in.“You look nervous.”“I’m not,” Livia replied quickly.Amber smirked.“Really?”Marie raised her hand slightly.“Let her speak.”Livia took a deep breath."I work as Adrain's personal assi

Days passed and everything seemed… normal on the surface. But underneath?There was a lot of pressure, especially at the fashion house.The Met Gala was close, too close and everyone was rushing, designers everywhere. Fabric laid around, sketchbooks littered, chaos. Inside a corner Clara, Sophie, and Naomi stood together, watching and waiting. They were done with their own projects so they weren't affected by the deadline.“Two days left,” Naomi said with a smirk.Sophie laughed. “She’s doomed.” She said, referring to Ava.Clara folded her arms,“I can’t wait to see Mr. Thompson’s face.” Saying this, her eyes darkened slightly as she added with a more menacing look. “That project should have been mine.”“Don’t worry,” Sophie added. “Once Ava messes this up, she’s gone.”Naomi nodded her head and chimed in happily. “Finally.”With that, they all laughed while putting on a satisfied look.—--Since the incident, Mr Thompson permitted Ava to work in his office, and no one was allowed in

The world didn’t sleep that night…it's exaggerated but the whole country to be precise was in awe. Every screen from televisions in luxury penthouses to small devices clutched in crowded apartments replayed the same moment.Damien Cole pulling Ava close at the Met Gala and kissing her…again and again.“A scandal or a fairytale?” the news anchor questioned dramatically. “Business tycoon Damien Cole confirms relationship with rising designer Ava Sterling during the Met Gala!”“Who is the mystery stylist who stole Damien Cole’s heart? Some sources say she was married to his nephew…shocking!!!”The headlines kept rolling.—-Miles away, in a quiet hospital room, the glow of the television reflected in Mr. Sterling’s eyes and his face was pale, his body weak..but his expression?It was far from fragile…he was clearly displeased although he didn't say a word. He didn't need to, the tightening of his jaw said everything.—-Back at the Sterling residence, the atmosphere was entirely differen

Damien’s gaze followed her…he didn't blink till she got to the figure and the moment she did…the man pulled her into his arms…into a tight, possessive hug. Damien felt this unexpected rage but that wasn't all because the man pulled her back and kissed her like it wasn't their first time.Damien’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as something sharp twisted in his chest but he blinked when he noticed the face. “Adrian…” he muttered —Ava laughed softly after the kiss, her hands resting against Adrain's chest. They were still in college and have been dating for a while.“Who brought you here?” Adrain asked, his voice carried faintly through the rain.Ava turned immediately, pointing back toward the road. “Ooh, a nice man over…” She said and paused for a while, because the car was gone. Damien had already driven off, before Adrain could look. Ava frowned slightly and finally said with a small pout, forming on her lips. “Well… he’s gone”. Adrain smiled, brushing wet hair away from he

The days leading to the engagement felt like a storm Ava willingly walked into. It was beautiful and overwhelming. Every morning began before sunrise and ended long after midnight. Her body ached and her eyes burned, but she didn’t stop.She couldn’t.“Stand still,” Mr. Thompson instructed, circling her with a measuring tape. Ava sighed softly, lifting her arms slightly as instructed.“I am standing still,” she muttered.“No, you’re thinking,” he corrected, which made her blinked her eyes as she asked, “What?”“You always move when you think,” he said calmly and added. “Your shoulders tense. Your posture shifts. Your breath changes.”Hearing this, Ava exhaled slowly, forcing herself to relax. “Better?” she asked.“Much better”. He said and scribbled something in his notebook. The room was filled with assistants moving around, fabrics being arranged, heels clicking against the floor, and soft murmurs of coordination.Everything revolved around one event. Her engagement to Damien. T