Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 213

Gwyneth was utterly speechless.

Her heart hammered violently in her chest, each beat echoing Bennett’s earth-shattering words. The look in his eyes—icy yet burning with intensity—left no room for denial or self-deception. She couldn’t pretend it was all an act or a joke.

He was serious.

He had never acknowledged that agreement.

Maybe from the very beginning, he’d seen this marriage as real, binding in every sense that mattered, both legally and otherwise.

The realization made her dizzy, as if the room was spinning. There was something achingly unfamiliar about being claimed so fiercely.

She glanced down at the weighty stack of legal documents in her hands, then up at Bennett’s deep, unfathomable eyes, watching her every reaction with unwavering focus.

She accepted them.

Not because she craved the staggering wealth he was offering, but because, in that instant, she understood that resisting was futile.

And somewhere, in a corner of her heart she’d always ignored, something stirred.

A new, strange feeling crept in.

For the first time, someone was willing to give her everything.

For the first time, someone had chosen a gift just for her.

For the first time, someone remembered every one of her preferences and quirks.

It all felt unreal.

Even his seriousness…

Only when Gwyneth finally took the papers did Bennett’s expression relax, just a fraction.

After all, this was what he’d wanted to do for so long.

“Ms. Fletcher, please, have a seat.” Julian spoke first, his voice smooth, his smile impeccably polite as he gestured to the chair across from him, playing the gracious host.

Serena quickly composed herself, slipping into the poised elegance expected of her, gliding across the room to her seat with a practiced smile, her mind already racing.

No sooner had she sat down than the striking woman beside Julian extended a hand, her warm smile edged with a subtle, appraising glint.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Fletcher. I’m Queenie.”

Serena reached out for a brief handshake, nodding coolly, her demeanor distant and tinged with the quiet pride of her status.

She had no intention of getting chummy with a mistress.

Even if they happened to share a common enemy.

She’d always looked down on women like this.

Queenie caught the look in Serena’s eyes. She didn’t let it show, but inwardly, she cursed her with venom.