Ruining My Ex By Marrying His Ruthless Father

Chapter Five

In the one year that I had been married to Davian, I had never once attended one of the Cadmus family’s infamous gatherings.

Aside from the fact that I had only been married to Davian for a short time, I was a girl from a poor, minor family, who had only managed to marry into the Cadmus family because my father had helped Alaric Cadmus set up his business when he was still struggling.

Davian had always hidden me away at major events, acting ashamed of me, as if being seen with me in public would stain the Cadmus name.

He had even said that to me more than once.

Now, however, I would be attending those gatherings at the side of the head of the family himself.

The irony of the situation made me want to laugh.

“I have more than enough money to buy anything I need, Alaric,” I complained at the man standing behind me, who was putting a diamond necklace around my neck.

“You are my fiancé now, are you not?” Alaric asked, staring at me through the mirror with a smile on his lips that sent electricity coursing through my veins.

Just looking at him made me remember the hours of s*x we had indulged in last night.

It was so hot…hotter than it had ever been even with Davian, who I had thought that I’d loved. I never knew s*x could be that…exhilarating.

“You’re remembering, aren’t you?” Alaric spoke up, jolting me from my wandering memories. I blushed in embarrassment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, but you do, my dear.”

He ran his fingers along my throat after fastening the diamond necklace, and through the mirror, I could see as heat crawled up from my bosom, to my neck, and settled on my cheeks as pink spots of color.

I sighed and leaned against him, pressing my behind against his crotch.

“You don’t want to tempt me, Imogen,” he growled at my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “If my restraint snaps, I have no problem taking you here and now. Do you want that?”

I swallowed heavily.

Yes, I wanted it. I wanted so badly that I was actually aching for him. But I couldn’t say it, because we were in public.

“No,” I lied, moving away from him.

“Good,” he nodded. “Take whatever you need. I’ll be waiting for you in the car.”

With that, he left the changing room of the boutique that he had brought me to.

After he left, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was wearing a beautiful scarlet gown studded with glittering diamonds and rubies, making me look like a goddess dressed in a constellation of stars.

It was absolutely gorgeous, and just looking at it almost made me ill; it probably cost more money than I had ever seen in my life.

I took a deep breath, and I prepared myself.

It was only one day after I signed the divorce agreement, and I was already engaged to Davian’s father.

I knew what the news outlets would say about me. Davian would probably fan the flames too; about how I was a gold-digging b***h or something like that.

But I didn’t care; this was only step one on my plan to take revenge on Davian for what he did; for how he had treated me in out one year of marriage. At the end, I would be the one left standing. I would laugh over the ashes.

I walked out of the boutique with all my purchases and joined Alaric in his limousine.

“I’m ready,” I said to him as I entered.

He only responded with a smile.

The drive to the mansion where the gathering would be held was excruciating. This would be the first time where I would be seeing the family, and I was nervous.

“Calm down,” Alaric said when he noticed. “You will dazzle then, Imogen. At my side, you have nothing to fear.”

I smiled, and I forcefully calmed myself. He was right, after all.

Eventually, we arrived at the mansion. It was supposed to host only the Cadmus family members, but I was surprised when I saw a score of others around and inside the mansion. Even some reporters.

Alaric alighted from the car first, opened the door for me, and held out his hand, which I took. The moment I stepped out, eyes were drawn to me immediately, and the whispers began.

“Who is that?”

“Don’t you know the wife of Davian Cadmus?”

“She’s not the wife anymore; I heard they were divorced.”

“Then what is she doing here?”

Neither Alaric nor I paid attention to them. Instead, what drew my attention was Davian, who was standing at the entrance and welcoming guests. And at his side was Agatha, and several other people who bore a resemblance to him and Alaric; presumably members of the Cadmus family.

When Davian saw, his eyes widened with something that looked like shock, and even a bit of desire.

I smiled; Yes. Stare at the woman you lost, Davian, and know that you will never get her back.

“Son,” Alaric greeted when we got close enough.

Looking at them side by side, it was easy to see the resemblance; they almost looked like brothers, instead of father and son. Alaric was 47, while Davian was only 26.

“Father,” Davian nodded at Alaric. “It is good to see you.”

“It is good to see you too.”

Suddenly, Agatha cut in with her irritating voice.

“Why is that harpy with you, father-in-law? She’s not supposed to be here.”

Alaric glared at her. “Father-in-law? As far as I know, you are not married to my son, woman.”

Agatha blanched. “But…”

“And I won’t have you calling Imogen such names, unless you want to suffer the consequences. After all, she’s my wife.”