The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 72: The Start of New Games

Chapter 72: The Start of New Games

She took a shaky step forward... but her body refused. Even her own death needed more strength than she had left.

Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto the wet pavement. Scraping her skin against the concrete, she let out a cry... not of pain, but of rage. Tears mixed with the rain on her cheeks.

"I want to make them pay," she whispered.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her own palms.

"They will have to suffer. Just like me."

That was when something caught her eye.

A flash of lightning split the sky, illuminating the world for one second... and in that second, her gaze locked onto a billboard across the street.

Logan Kingsley.

Standing tall in a black suit, exuding power and defiance. A man who had turned his pain into strength.

The thunder boomed like a war cry, and Jean’s lips curled into a bitter smile.

Logan.

Maybe he hated her. Maybe he didn’t want anything to do with her after tonight.

But he was the only person in this world who had enough power to destroy them.

And she was done playing nice.

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The hotel room door swung open with a loud click, and Alex stepped inside with Tyler right behind him, expecting to find Jean curled up and resting on the bed.

But the bed was empty.

The bathroom door was wide open.

No sign of her.

"Where the hell is she?" Tyler growled, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the room.

Alex rushed in, checking behind the curtains, inside the closet, even under the bed like a madman. "No... no, no, no... she was here! I made sure she felt safe... I made her trust me!"

Tyler’s face darkened. "Then explain why she’s not here now."

Alex’s throat tightened. "She couldn’t have gone far. Maybe she just... needed air..."

But even as he said it, something clicked in his head.

The sheets.

The bed.

His eyes widened. He lunged toward the mattress and ripped the blanket off.

Gone.

The bundle of documents he had hidden was gone. He cursed under his breath, fury and panic twisting his features.

"What did you do?" Tyler asked, his voice now deadly calm.

Alex didn’t even try to lie. "She took the contract... the marriage agreement."

Tyler’s fists clenched, and in one swift move, he sent a lamp flying across the room with a vicious backhand. It shattered against the wall.

"You idiot!" he bellowed. "You let her see that?!"

"I didn’t think she’d find it! It was under the sheet, I thought..."

"You thought?" Tyler snapped, already pulling out his phone. "You think when I tell you to think. Now look what you’ve done."

He dialed a number and barked into the phone, "I want Jean Adams found. Tonight. I don’t care how. I don’t care where. Drag her back if you have to."

Alex stood frozen, sweat dripping down his temple. He had failed.

And Tyler Dominic was just getting started.

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Logan gripped the steering wheel tighter as the city lights blurred past. His jaw clenched, eyes dark with fury. He should’ve gone home. That was the logical thing to do.

But he wasn’t thinking logically anymore.

Instead, he pulled into the underground garage of his company headquarters, parked in his private slot, and stormed inside. The security guards stood to greet him, but one look at his expression made them shrink back in silence.

He entered his office and slammed the door shut behind him.

Silence.

Cold. Unforgiving. Just like Jean Adams.

He paced across the room, pulling at his tie, thoughts burning in his mind.

What did he even expect? That her family would be grateful? That they’d say thank you for him keeping their daughter alive? That Jean’s speech meant something real?

Idiot.

That family was rotten from the inside. Pretentious, power hungry cowards wrapped in luxury. And Jean? She was their perfect creation... cold, cunning and calculating. Every word she said, every look she gave... just another move in their game.

And he’d fallen for it.

Again.

He laughed bitterly and sank into his chair, staring out at the skyline.

Not this time.

This time, he wasn’t going to play nice. He wasn’t going to wonder if Jean had a hidden heart under that icy shell. He wasn’t going to question if she meant those words on stage or if there was something real between them.

Because whatever this was... it ends now.

They humiliated him.

They looked him in the eye and told him he was beneath them. They would regret it.

He pulled open a drawer and took out a folder... a file that had Jean Adams’ name on it. His thumb brushed over her photo.

"You want to play games?" he muttered. "Fine. Let’s play."

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The rain soaked her to the bone, but Jean didn’t flinch anymore. She had no energy left to cry, no will left to beg. The only thing that remained was a hollow rage that burned quietly within her... a fire that refused to die.

She stood on the pavement, trembling, knees scraped, her pride shattered.

A billboard loomed above her... Logan Kingsley, standing tall and untouchable in his tailored suit, the image of power and pride. Her breath caught in her throat.

He was the only one left. The only one who hated her family as much as she did. The only one who could match them in power. And the only man she swore she’d never need.

But tonight, pride was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

Jean stood up, her legs barely holding her weight. The street was slick beneath her shoes as she staggered toward the main road. One thought pounded in her mind, drowning out the cold and fear.

"If I’m going down, they’re going with me."

She waved frantically, finally stopping a cab. The driver hesitated at first, then opened the door. She climbed in, teeth chattering, blood pounding in her ears.

"Where to, miss?"

She looked up at him, voice cracking. "Kingsley Corp. Take me there.