My Coldhearted Ex demands a Remarriage by Eva Blackwood

Chapter 876:

Her muscles ached, her skin felt raw, and yet—a sick satisfaction lurked beneath her disgust.

Kristopher had never touched her. She had needs. And these men… they knew how to satisfy a woman.

Not like the pampered, upper-class men who fumbled in bed—selfish and unskilled. These men had stamina, technique, and raw aggression. But they were nobodies. No power. No status. No money. And that made her skin crawl.

Shame and rage twisted inside her, her fingers digging into the bedsheets.

This was meant for Carrie. Not her. She had set the perfect trap—but she had fallen into it herself.

But she couldn’t blame anyone. 1019 and 1009, the two numbers were too close.

being able to make love with Kristopher that she

her jaw and snapped, “Where

older man blurted out quickly, “The waiter brought her up. But when we got here, the room was empty! We

frantically. “That’s right! There was no

phone and barked, “Check the security

end reported, “She was sent to room 1019. The aphrodisiac incense was

the realization slammed into her like a brick. She had sent Carrie

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this trap to destroy Carrie—but

Fate wouldn’t dare

off the bedside table, glass and porcelain shattering against

men flinched, retreating a step, watching in silence as she lost her

She turned to the two men, her voice chillingly steady. “Go to room 1019 and bring Carrie here.