His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 629

Edith’s forehead was slick with a sheen of cold sweat, her fingers clenched tightly around

the bedsheets.

She had always thought Jareth was more brawn than brain. Whenever she pulled a stunt, a little act of stubbornness, a sprinkle of charm, and she could gloss over any mistake.

But now, she realized how terribly wrong she was!

Jareth’s mind was sharp, piercing through her and Gary’s schemes with a single glance! The reason he had been duped time and time again was not due to his lack of wit, but because of his unconditional belief in her, his unwillingness to harbor suspicions.

Now, they were no longer siblings but adversaries.

Jareth stood as a formidable foe, a man who had outwitted Gary twice over.

Gary stood rooted to the spot, seething, but Jareth lacked the patience for idle chatter with the old mutt. With the powerful stride of a man, he brushed past Gary, sending him stumbling comically, to stand before Edith.

“Edith, I suggest you sit tight and keep as quiet as a church mouse,” Jareth’s eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, narrowed, the threat in his voice causing a tingling sensation on Edith’s scalp. “If you dare to mess with Evadne and Thad’s marriage, or so much as disturb my fiancée, not even the Almighty himself will be able to protect you. I. Will. Ruin. You.”

Each word dripped with venom and spite.

locked with Jareth’s fierce and icy gaze, a tumult of shock, rage, and despair swirling within her.

last time Jareth called her Edith, there was adoration in his eyes, a warm smile on his lips as he held her hand, his pride palpable

talented sister.

a lifetime ago.

brother, hers alone. How did the care and affection

up being Marilla’s?

had hurt her time after time for that woman, even considering her less than Evadne, who had been divorced and childless,

thought, “Jareth, don’t blame me. This mess, this estrangement – it’s your doing, for not

threatened her daughter, the once harmonious and happy

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words and

official, Marilla and I will have our ceremony. According to Elmsworth’s wedding traditions, as the future mother-in-law, you’re meant to pass down

bit her lip, her eyes reflecting

I understand, which is

draped a black coat over his shoulders with due respect, “If you really don’t want to part with the heirloom, I’ve got it covered, Dad left

casual remarks left Mrs. Fairhaven

the room, the air seemed to