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The Sweet Revenge Plan of the Wrong Mrs. Perkins

Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Why

Word Count: 1370    |    Released on: 16/10/2025

of Alexander, eyes locked on him

now that, Mr. Perkins. Since you've got the skills to have m

between her words. That look in her eyes-sharp and knowing-made hi

till can. Otherwise, the price you'll pay l

y restrained as he tried to pull himself back from the edge. Damn it,

sn't even trying to flirt.

ng smile. The cherry-red color on them ad

iously, whatever

ple shut up and back off, was completely ineffective

s arms, slammed his lips against hers i

-get

ing free, and the crack of he

you have a

ick in the air as if the who

k I'm sca

, to get close-and you didn't even look at me. Now that I want absolutely nothing to do with

erve-to throw reasoning at him

exander's lips. Since when did some

ght. If you're still not done yelling or t

eeze over hell, her eyes skimming over

d rough. For the first time, he felt som

gan undressing for a shower and froze when her eyes landed on a

aching, and full of weight.Caitlin was the last family Samantha had in this world. They had the same blood

sed away when Caitlin was just ten. Afte

er but never had the chance to reunite be

o get Samantha out of the orphanage and place her w

tuition? A chunk of it came from Caitlin. She scraped

food or clothes back then, life wasn't exactly easy for h

h, he later admitted that the first moment he saw her, he fell in lo

attend the top design school in Farsenia-

is time, she never realized sh

o daughters bicker and giggle together. Even their fights were full

e out, with no one to share

finally knew she had an older sister, th

n silence as Ethan told her about all the hardships Caitlin had endured-the injustice, th

n's favorite soft cotton-linen top, her

itl

without warning-Al

ll bore the harsh red

bra and panties, she gasped, too stu

er nearly bare figure. His

figure that could

er he meant to say just vanished from his mind."Alexander, seriously? You're the big boss of Per

hed up her clothes and wrapped them around

said, unfazed by her outburst. He closed the door behind him a

ferent person-hostile and intense. Her whole vibe had changed.

, he couldn'

wear these loose, shapeless clothes that completely hid her figure. He'd never realized how stunning she really was unti

t dressed in a plain sporty outfit, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail. The lo

, furrowing his brow. "Last I checke

dry laugh. "

grabbing her hand w

y, standing her gro

explanation," he rep

And unless you tell me where we're g

ne important. It might be the only thing that c

skeptical. "You think dinner

it either. But wei

riosity piqued. "So you

ing up on her shifting mood. He wasn't s

ing a deal." She gave him a

me

s barging right into negotiations. His lip

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The Sweet Revenge Plan of the Wrong Mrs. Perkins
The Sweet Revenge Plan of the Wrong Mrs. Perkins
“They were twin sisters, separated by fate and raised in different worlds. Samantha and Caitlin looked almost identical-but their lives couldn't have been more different. Adopted into separate families, they were strangers for decades... until tragedy brought them back together. Too late. When Samantha finally found her sister, Caitlin was lying in a cold crystal coffin-betrayed, broken, and buried by the very people who were supposed to protect her. Now, Samantha has only one mission: revenge. She takes her sister's place as Mrs. Perkins-the timid, obedient wife of a cold and ruthless billionaire. But this time. she's not here to be anyone's doormat. In just five days, the entire mansion feels the shift. The once-quiet Mrs. Perkins now walks with fire in her eyes and ice in her voice. She's bold. Dazzling. Dangerous. Alexander Perkins, the aloof CEO who's used to control, isn't amused. He pins her to the wall, his voice dark and low: "I remind you-don't play with fire." Samantha smiles, her gaze unwavering. "Too late. I already lit the match."”