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My Possessive Lover's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 5 OUT OF ORDER

Word Count: 1145    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

n was never o

e this were overrated. It wasn't actually about having fun; all that mattered was impressing the next person, c

er really cared to listen to. He was a proud jerk for refusing to mingle with everyone else, ye

as lowered, and the voices of people as t

and his face set in the most unpredictable, un

an answer. When a woman calls you after seven years of consistently chasing her, saying she is ready to divorce

oors of Bellanova's estate, shocking the entire elite. Eyes wid

ton?" someon

for, and it definitely wasn't for some bunch of

ed the day before. He knew it was wrong, but along with the other things he didn't give a fuck about, this was one of them.

ke he wasn't supposed to be here, she wasn't eith

sn't by the bar. Not even at th

r quick scan around the room

damn designer coat. His bored gaze flicked towards Red, and then

used men and women. He walked straight to Desmond and st

lost his mind? Coming to a party with his w

Desmond exclaimed the moment he saw

s she?"

linked. "

ror

made his

er extra-high-pitched tone. "Oh, the

oiled, like she was going to shrink. Red scoffed internally. She could st

ry to step out when he's still there?" he said. "She hasn

you asking about my secretary, Bridgeton? "This is

spered, so only Desmond could hear. "And not one damn person in this room knows she's your wife. "

's cool façade. He tensed up i

ced," he said coldly. "

omposure. His eyes ran through the tons of p

w a punch, but that was uncalled for. It'd make the news in le

his fists clenching against the fab

is funny? Bridgerton, don't you thi

a woman suffer while playing dress-up w

ned. "You're c

ad better move before I

waiter, with a full tray of drinks, tripped over his feet and fe

uy was drenched in red and brown from the wines he'd been carrying. A couple of glasses were

as much more important than some creep who coul

obably had recipients in them doing one thing or another. He shoved each one he passed open, ignoring the screams and y

cool. Reaching for his phone, he sent a call to her f

racking app on his phone. It said she was

wh

eyes scanning through the corner, he stood for the

OF O

uc

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