Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 84

The tension inside Julian’s Maybach was thick enough to cut with a knife, stifling Queenie even more after he’d taken that call.

What on earth was going on with Julian?

He’d rushed to find her, insisting she come with him to the Fletcher Group. Was there trouble brewing over there?

Gwyneth had definitely ticked Julian off. Queenie had never seen him like this—never so rattled, so furious.

Gwyneth, she thought with a secret, satisfied smirk, you’re finished.

She kept listening in gleefully as Julian’s phone blared on speaker. The silence at both ends was absolute, almost funereal.

A few seconds passed before Julian’s voice finally broke through, rough and ragged. “Yeah. I know.”

“She—she said she got married! Is that true?” Winston was practically shouting, disbelief thick in his voice. “She announced it to everyone! Said she’s married and met that damn marriage requirement!”

Queenie, sitting in the passenger seat and eavesdropping openly, was stunned—her smugness evaporated, replaced by a cold, creeping dread. She’d been ready to watch Gwyneth crash and burn, but this? Gwyneth… got married? And managed to keep it from everyone?

So this was why Julian had dragged her along to the Locke Group—because of this bombshell?

Winston, still met with silence on the line, felt a prickling sense of doom. Wait—Julian didn’t know about Gwyneth’s marriage either? Who did she marry? He’d thought maybe there was still a way to salvage things.

“Julian! Did you know she got married?” Winston blurted out again, his voice rising in panic. “We’re screwed! Completely screwed! If she finds out about the books, we’re dead! You promised me—”

“Shut up!” Julian suddenly roared at the phone, his voice raw and savage, like a wounded animal ready to tear everything apart. He slammed the call off, his chest heaving, eyes wild with fury and hatred.

He had to get answers. Now.

Queenie, shaken, tried to piece things together. She took a breath, then launched into her analysis, her tone insistent:

“Julian, calm down! You just had that huge blow-up with her at the Lockes yesterday. She hates you for betraying her, and she hates your father for pressuring her. And now, overnight, she’s suddenly married? Publicly announcing she’s taking over Fletcher Group? That’s way too fast! Did city hall open for her in the middle of the night? She’s just lost her mind, trying to get your attention! And by seizing Fletcher Group, she’s forcing your hand—trying to make you bow your head.”

The more she spoke, the more convinced Queenie became, her voice growing steady and sure:

Queenie, thrilled to have him back on her side, jumped in eagerly, her tone laced with sugary resentment. “Exactly! You’ve spoiled her rotten! Every time she sulked, she’d come running back, begging for forgiveness. But now? She pulls this, and doesn’t even call! This is all your fault—treating her too well made her forget who she is!”

Julian shot her a sideways glance, then ruffled Queenie’s hair and pulled her into his arms. “Fine. This time, let’s ice her out for a few days—let her cool off and come to her senses. She needs to learn that without me, she’s nothing. Fletcher Group? She thinks that makes her untouchable? Just wait—before long, she’ll come crawling back, begging for another chance.”

“Exactly,” Queenie murmured, snuggling closer, a sly smile playing on her lips.

After a while, the car started up again, gliding through the neon-lit city streets.

Julian leaned back, a look of smug certainty on his face. He pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Winston.

*Everything as planned. Nothing to worry about.*

Gwyneth, I see right through your little game.

I’ll be waiting—for you to come crawling back.