A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 244 Retribution

At the age of 18, Siena Mo fell in love with Jonathan, who had been 38 years of at the time. He had been married then, but had claimed to her that he was still a bachelor.

Back then, YL Group was nowhere near its current status in the industry. For a long while, the company had struggled with capital turnover, and Siena had to funnel funds from her family and friends in order to provide the five million that Jonathan had needed.

It had helped, and within a few years, the company had started to thrive. Not once, however, had Jonathan ever mentioned paying back the money he had owed her.

"Five million dollars. You never had any intention of returning the money to her, despite the fact that she had five of her unborn children aborted for your sake! You are an animal, Jonathan Jiang." Maria did not hold back and laid it all out on the man.

Jonathan said nothing, but he trembled in the face of her wrath.

When Siena had learned that not only was Jonathan married, but that he also had a son, she had snapped. She had gone through a mental breakdown and ended up committing suicide.

She had wasted seven years of her life for him, and had eventually ended it also because of him.

"You were together for seven years. She offered you the best years of her youth, and how did you treat her? You are much, much worse than animal!" Thinking back at how her best friend had died so young, Maria had to fight back the urge to physically tear this man to pieces.

Jonathan covered his face in shame, unable to say anything to defend himself. Everything Maria was saying was true.

And he had been at fault for underestimating her this whole time. He had been overwhelmed by the gratification of his greed that he had grown careless. And now look where that landed him. "You

bought off the official, didn’t you?" he asked, his tone accusatory.

Maria sneered at him. He was already in such a state and yet instead of repenting, he was still refusing to let the matter of the South District property go. What an absolute bastard!

She would not admit it. "That no longer matters. What matters is that you will never come out of this prison's walls for the rest of your life."

Jonathan glared at her with wide eyes, his breathing ragged, his voice stuck in his throat.

When Maria stepped out of the facility, she took the time to look up at the dark sky and take a deep breath. 'Siena, no matter how cunning Jonathan Jiang is, he can't escape from jail. Please rest in peace.'

She drove to the northern suburbs, to an old neighborhood. She parked in front of a building, climbed up to the third floor, looked for a particular door, and pressed the buzzer.

"Who is it?" An old woman's voice came from inside.

Maria didn't say anything and pressed the buzzer again.

The security door opened, and there stood an elderly woman with short hair. "Auntie, it's me, Maria."

The woman squinted, and when she saw the face of her visitor more clearly, her eyes widened. "Maria? Is that really you?"

"Yes, it's me."

The woman suddenly burst into tears. "Maria. Oh Maria,

why are you here?"

They hadn't seen each other for several years; she must be over 50 years old now. There were lines in her face, and her hair had turned gray. "Auntie, can I come inside?"

"Yes, yes, of course! Hurry and come in." The woman stepped aside and held the door open.

Maria entered the apartment and looked around. The unit had one living room and two bedrooms, with a total of about seventy to eight square meters in area. For many, it was a tight space for three grown people to live in.

"Maria, where have you been all these years?" the woman choked as she wiped her tears.

"Please don't cry, Auntie. I've been well."

"That's good then."

"Where are Uncle and Dexter?" From NôvelDrama.Org.

"They're at work right now. My health isn't as good as it was, so I stay home most of the time."

Maria had not come here to catch up and reminisce. She rummaged inside her purse and produced a bank card; then she handed it to the woman. "Auntie, there's thirty million dollars in here."

She had managed to swindle twenty million from Jonathan, and had transferred another ten million from her own personal account.

"Ah, where did you get so much money?" The woman's eyes watered again, but her shock was evident behind her tears.

Maria hesitated for a while before finally deciding to tell the truth. "I got it from Jonathan Jiang."

This woman was Hattie, Siena's mother, and this apartment was her family's home.

Hattie's face changed. She slapped the bank card against Maria's palm and declared, "I don't want it! We don't any money from that bastard even if we end up dying in hunger and poverty. What I want is his life for my daughter's!"

The Mo family had owned a medium-sized company in the past, but they had to sell it at some point in order to fund the lawsuit they had filed against Jonathan.

"Auntie, please don't get worked up and listen to me first." Maria grabbed Hattie's hand. "This is actually—''

"Were you sent here by Jonathan Jiang in order to bribe us? I'm telling you now, Maria Song, I will never let him go." Hattie was now trembling at the weight of her emotions.

"No, Auntie, it's not like that. Please trust me. Listen, Jonathan Jiang is in prison and he won't be getting out of there in this lifetime."

Hattie had already known that he had been jailed. After all, the whole family paid attention to any news concerning him. They were all waiting for reports to come saying that he had finally died.

"You're lying! He hasn't been sentenced yet. How can you even know that he won't get acquitted?"

Maria struggled to calm the elder; it took her a lot of convincing. In the end, she said, "Even if he won't get the death penalty, his sentence won't be any less than life imprisonment. He's going to rot and die in prison."

Hattie had to pause and digest everything she had just heard, then she laughed out loud. "Oh, Thank God! Jonathan Jiang finally got the retribution he deserves. Oh Siena, my daughter, did you hear that? Maria said that Jonathan Jiang won't get out of prison ever again." The woman burst into tears again.

"He finally got his retribution. Jonathan Jiang, the

asshole."

Maria kept her company as Hattie sat on the couch and cradled Siena's portrait, laughing and weeping at the same time. They stayed like that for a long time before the woman finally gathered herself.

Maria handed her the bank card once more, telling the old woman that it wasn't nearly enough payment for what Jonathan owed Siena. Then she left the apartment before the men returned home.

In the Jiang family villa

Kent stood to the side of the living room, watching in silence as people in uniforms rushed back and forth through the front door. They were confiscating everything inside the house that was of value.

His parents had been taken away just a few days ago. One had been apprehended under suspicion of fraud and tax evasion, while the other was facing charges of fraud and illegal financing.

Before Jonathan had been dragged out of the house, he had given Kent a parting claim. "It's Maria Song. Kent, this was all done by her!"

"Do you know who broke my head last time? It's also that bitch, Maria Song," his mother had said.

And just like that, the Jiang family had collapsed overnight. All of their properties were confiscated and auctioned, and the villa was sealed up.

Jonathan had indeed left his son a large sum of money, but that, too, was frozen by the bank after the investigation. Kent, who had grown up surrounded by luxury, was now reduced to a penniless boy.

Dusk fell outside, and the once-bright villa of the Jiang family also descended into darkness. The last of the staff fastened the seal at the gates of the property and drove away.

Kent just stood at the road, gazing back at his home without a word.

Back at Golden Mansion, Maria was standing by the window as she dialed Norman's number. "I found out who told them I was behind the downfall of the Jiangs. It was Daniela."

"Daniela Song..." Norman's voice took on a mocking tone. "What a good sister she is."

Maria didn't respond.

On the other end of the line, Norman knocked his cigarette case against his desk and popped out a stick. He put it between his lips, but he didn’t light it. "You don't have a lot of time in your hands. What's the next step of your plan?"

"You can just go on ahead with your own affairs. Leave everything else to me."

He chuckled, pleased with her words. "I was right in choosing you. I'm growing very fond of your cruel streak."