His Ex Wife

Iyan's Pov

I could not believe she was here right in front of me, with a different face i had never seen before, and yet, it seemed so familiar, she still reminded me of her...

I remember exactly 6 years ago when i had opened that door and had seen Yvonne, the shock and bewilderment I had experienced, the joy of seeing her back, of being lucky enough that the universe had understood my longing and pain for her and returned her to me, except for the fact that Yvonne wasn't her, she looked just exactly like her.

Even my classy parents were ashamed to call me their son because I was not like Scott-my step-brother. Scott was the younger one; his mom Parmela, an Italian woman and my father had had an affair for too long- of course it would have stayed that way: hidden- if Parmela had not met that Jewish millionaire she fled to Australia with, leaving Scott under the legal custody of my father.

My mother’s reaction does surprise me at most times though, even though she found out about the affair, she had been too kind to accept Scott as her own younger son. She was angry with my father but her rage had no place towards Scott or his mother. Scott was barely 7 when he had taken my mother away from me; his deceiving innocent face and pitiful state; just enough to melt my mother away from me.

He grew up to be a pride for both of them, his social skills and good looks were talk of the town among the women and their daughters who chased my mother like bees obsess over honey. In the matters of money, Scott had always been ahead of me; sometimes I used to think he was taking too much interest in the financial status of my family, but my dad’s heart and trust were easy to win with that keen interest of his; two birds killed with one stone.

From where I stood, neither did I stay social with the rich affluent kids of my neighborhood and their parents, nor did I hold any interest in minting money. I spent most of my time in the library at both home and high school.

For most of our childhood years, Scott had been a constant bully to me, he never even considered me his brother, but that feeling had not been mutual either way. Since we were good at academics, both of us got admitted to Cambridge, and father thought what a pride he had to hold in this- his both sons, in the best institute in town and soon would be ready to take over his international Empire.

Little did he know, little did I know that Scott had snatched the one most treasured and beloved to me...and now he was doing the same with Yvonne, if not snatching, he had broken her, it was quite evident.

"I cannot believe this.." she mumbled loud enough, disbelief flooding her eyes.

"I want to help you Yvonne, i know what Scott did to you, he was a scumbag back then and he would always remain one..." I said spitting venom with every word I spoke.

She seemed to ponder for a long moment and then finally nodded, looking at me, "I'm so happy to see you Iyan, I had thought I'd never see of you again," she said with a complacent and sad smile but i knew how i was going to erase that sorrow or at least how i was going to bring her vengeance from Scott.

"Promise me you wouldn't fall for him again Yvonne, I'm not imposing this on you, but I’m determined to see Scott Anderson RUINED!"

She sat still, lost in thoughts, "What's he done to you? I hope nothing worse than what happened to me..." she murmured, drifting off.

before getting up brusquely, her stark lifeless eyes filling my

I want you to work for me until he tries to contact you again, we will discuss the rest in my office. I'll see you in London, you will be sent the

say another word, only one name on my mind, her voice, her laugh, her sorrow, her joy, her face that I had yearned

2 Weeks later...

my secretary Warren whispered softly to

since the day i arrived here in London,

smile indicated that she was still uncomfortable with this new me. Indeed, it was difficult for me to

not that classy douchebag billionaire you read about on

me for a second and then burst out laughing loudly, "Right you know, I was imagining just that, from this addicting

bet I'll constantly need to remind you to spare

this out, you have changed so much…” she said, looking right

smell my messy hair and her soft voice in my

chuckles and words filled my mind. It was time to get back to the man who was our culprit. My knuckles turned white as I imagined punching Scott in the face for what

every emotion you had for him, right now I'm not talking to you as your older friend Iyan- he was too kind and too weak for taking revenge.” I spoke strictly

back at him, destroy him emotionally so much that he loses his mind, use your love not as your weakness this time, but your strength to get to him," I spoke as I turned to her, watching her get

love him...do you think I'll be able to do that?," she

you to such a vulnerable and pitiful plight, he's the one responsible for all that's come to you…" I said, coming towards her to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, I felt so

her shoulders loosened in defeat, "Yes, I- I mean you're right…I'll do that, but what

well, I was aware that he will want Yvonne even more this time, because this time it had to do with his

and what Scott doesn’t know yet

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A week later

Kia's POV

as soon as possible," I said to Mr Yoko Humi, a Japanese investor, who was video calling through Skype right now

hectic? But I was thankful to Iyan to let me work for him, to let me become busy enough to get distracted from Scott. Whilst other times left me stranded and bereft thinking about