THE EX WIFE’S REVENGE

CHAPTER:7

Victoria POV

When evil feels like silk against your skin, you don’t repent, you reach for more.

That’s how it started. For one night. One drink. One secret. Then another.

And now? I share a bed with the devil’s mother and her pet boy.

Isabella’s body hadn’t even been found, though I was almost sure the river swallowed her whole and yet our lives had moved on as if she never existed. Xavier didn’t cry. He didn’t search. He just assumed she’d run off, too sensitive to the storm she wasn’t prepared for. And honestly? That suited us perfectly.

Mrs. Blackwood had called it “cleaning house.” I called it liberation.

We sat in the solarium that night, bathed in golden light from the crystal chandelier above, glasses of red wine clutched in our hands like trophies. She wore silk crimson and wickedly low-cut for a woman her age. But nothing about Mrs. Blackwood was ordinary. Her voice was laced with authority, her every move slow and precise, like a panther that never forgot how to kill.

She sipped her wine, her painted lips curving into a satisfied smirk. “To the future,” she murmured.

“To freedom,” I echoed, our glasses clinking gently.

We both turned as Josh entered, loose on his shoulders, confident and shirtless beneath a partially unbuttoned dress shirt. He wore temptation like it was stitched to his skin. He was her secret. Our secret. Xavier’s most trusted friend had become the object of our darkest indulgences.

“You’re late,” said Mrs. Blackwood said, voice cool, but her eyes gleamed.

Josh grinned, sauntering in like he owned the night. “I like to be missed.”

She patted the seat beside her. “We always do.”

I watched as he settled between us, his hands casually brushing both our thighs. We weren’t shy about it anymore. We didn’t whisper. We didn’t hide behind locked doors every time.

The mansion was big enough, and Xavier was always out handling business, playing the perfect heir, and assuming the world was still spinning beneath him.

Poor fool didn’t even suspect the rot inside his own walls.

Josh’s fingers trailed up Mrs. Blackwood’s thigh, his mouth brushing the line of her jaw. “You taste like sin tonight,” he whispered.

She laughed softly. “Only because you brought it out of me.”

Then his hand found mine, fingers interlacing, and without shame, he pulled me closer until the three of us were tangled together on the velvet couch like a single living, breathing, lust-drunk entity.

My lips met his neck, her nails traced down his chest, and I felt a sick thrill rush through me, the power, the danger, the absolute corruption of it all.

It was more than s*x.

It was a rebellion. Control, we furked like animals….

We weren’t just sleeping together. We were building an empire in sweat and secrecy.

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The first time it happened, I had been drunk of revenge. Isabella had just caught Josh and me in that damned hallway. Her eyes shattered. Her voice trembled. That moment should’ve ended everything. But instead, it triggered something dark in all of us.

Mrs. Blackwood didn’t scold me. No. She smiled.

“She’s weak,” she had said, pouring herself a drink. She thinks love can hold a man. Foolish. You and I, Victoria... we understand what holds men, power and desire.”

And then, shockingly, she kissed me.

It was soft at first. Testing. Curious. But I didn’t pull away.

When Josh joined us that night, she didn’t flinch. She watched. Then she touched. And when it was over, we didn’t speak of it like a mistake.

We made it a ritual.

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Tonight was no different. The wine bled into our veins. Josh undressed us like a ceremony. The room pulsed with heat and stolen breaths. Mrs. Blackwood’s mouth claimed mine fiercely, her hands in my hair, Josh’s chest pressed against my back as he whispered filth into my ear. I was drowning in them, in pleasure, in the twisted thrill of stealing what no one dared to touch. He began banging us like dinosaurs, giving me from the back, and I was busy screaming his name so loudly.

“You like watching us, don’t you?” I murmured over my shoulder to Josh.

“I like owning you both,” he replied, breathing hot on my neck.

Mrs. Blackwood laughed, her voice like smoke. “Then take us.”

He did.

Right there on the expensive Persian rug, under the glow of the chandelier, we tore the world apart in each other’s arms. No shame. No guilt. Just raw, uncontrollable need.

It was animalistic. Her lips on my skin. His hands around my waist. My back arching against their rhythm. I lost myself in it. Every kiss, every moan, every bite of teeth into skin was a declaration: We are gods in this house now.

And yet, deep in my mind, a voice whispered, What if he finds out?

But I buried it. Because Xavier wasn’t looking. He wasn’t even asking questions.

Or so I thought. A sound shattered the haze.

A sudden knock, firm, urgent—on the door to the solarium.

We froze. Our breath is still heavy, bodies still tangled, the air thick with s*x and sin.

“Mother?” Xavier’s voice called out.

Mrs. Blackwood’s eyes widened. Josh pulled back fast, grabbing a blanket and covering our bodies. I nearly choked on my panic. My heart pounded in my throat.

The door handle rattled. “Are you in there?”

Mrs. Blackwood shot upright, her voice the image of poise. “Yes, darling. I was... resting.”

“In the solarium?” Xavier asked, the knob turning.

“Locked the door,” she hissed at me.

Josh darted forward, yanking the lock into place just as the knob gave a final twist.

Silence.

Then, Xavier’s voice again, calm, but laced with suspicion.

“Is someone in there with you?” I held my breath.

Mrs. Blackwood cleared her throat. “No. Just me. I needed air.”

A beat passed. I imagined Xavier’s hand resting on the doorknob, his mind racing.

Then: “Alright. I’ll speak to you in the morning.”

His footsteps faded. None of us moved for a long moment.

Then Josh exhaled. “That... was too close.”

Mrs. Blackwood looked at me. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned. “We need to be smarter.”

I nodded, my heart still slamming. “He’s starting to notice.”

Josh pulled us both into his arms again, but this time the heat was gone. Replaced by a quiet, dangerous tension. Something was shifting. And we were running out of time…..