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043 — THE MARRIAGE CONTRACT
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After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 044 — BRAINSTORMING FOR THE PERFECT REVENGE
AMANI “You did what?!!” I’m currently standing before Zuri and Aunt Ophelia, my heart racing like a wild horse on the Fourth of July. I lower my head and whisper; “Look on the bright side. The blog has tendered a full and unreserved apology to Zuri. Her angry fans have apologized for their actions, the brands that canceled their contracts with her company are back and even asking to double the price of their investments and she’s now twenty million dollars richer. That’s a good thing, right?” Zuri climbs off her perch on the settee, her eyes glowing with rage as she stalks in my direction. “But at what cost, Amani? Yes, I’ve gotten my reputation back, but at what cost? How could you sign two years of your life over to that devil like it’s nothing? After what he did to you, you should know better.” My eyes sting with tears that I hurriedly blink away. “But you got hurt because of me. Your business was targeted because of me. I couldn’t bear to stand back and watch you l
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 045 — PUTTING SHARON IN HER PLACE.
AMANII’m walking through the entrance of Imperial Couture some thirty minutes later because Sharon has refused to answer my calls and I’m not about to play these games with her.“Ma’am, do you have an appointment?”“No, I don’t.” I repeat for the umpteenth time. “I’m telling you that your boss transferred forty million dollars into my bank account thirty minutes ago. I’ve shown you the evidence. I need explanations.”Sharon’s receptionist has been wasting my time for ten minutes now. “Okay, ma’am. Hold on while I confirm from the accountant.”That does it.The moment she turns away, I slip past her and hurry into the elevator as fast as my legs can carry me.“Hey, ma’am! I never said you could go in!” She yells, just as the doors slide shut.I’m becoming quite skilled at this hide and seek game. Good for me.By the time I arrive at Sharon’s office, I’m almost out of breath. I did not have the time to pay attention to my outfit today, so I’m dressed in a flannel shirt, joggers and s
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 46 — SEX ON LEGS
AMANIDid Sharon apologize to me? Yes, she did.Was I shocked to my bone marrow? Yes, I was.Did Bhyron refund her money? Yes, he had his accountant transfer eighty million dollars to Sharon’s bank account right in front of me.I know she only apologized to get herself into Bhyron’s good books after the horrible statement she made, but an apology is an apology. I’ll take it.Even after he announced our marriage, it’s obvious that Sharon still believes she has a chance with Bhyron. If her harsh glare did not confirm my suspicions, the manner in which she persistently clung to him while I was still seated right there, pretty much did.Right now, I’m seated in the backseat of Bhyron’s Roll Royce, staring straight out the window and trying to forget there’s a dark god seated next to me while being driven home.“We need to talk about your choice of clothing.” His dark tone suddenly shatters the calm atmosphere.Surprised, I turn to find him staring at me. He was working on his iPad just a
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 47 — ORDERS AND DISOBEDIENCE…
AMANITHAT EVENING…Zuri and I are in Aunt Ophelia’s townhouse and I’m contemplating if I should paint her toenails red or blue when my phone suddenly rings.I pick it up and glance at the caller ID.“Who is it?” Zuri groans, ever in my business.“A strange number.”“Well, answer it.” She says impatiently.I roll my eyes at her and answer the phone, putting it on speaker phone to satisfy my best friend’s ever increasing curiosity.“Hello?”“Miss Amani. This is Jay.”Zuri and I exchange frowns.“Jay? As in Bhyron Macaulay’s bodyguard, Jay?”“Yes, ma’am. I’ve been directed by the boss to inform you to get ready to travel to New Jersey. You’re expected to leave with the boss this evening.”Zuri and I exchange glances once again. This time, we’re blinking in shock.“What did you say? Where’s your boss? I want to speak with him.”“Mr. Macaulay is currently in a meeting. He expects you to be ready by seven PM. He’ll come over to Mrs. Ophelia’s residence to pick you up personally.”My blood
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 48 — A PRANK ON THE BODYGUARD
AMANIHas life ever happened to you so fast, you begin to wonder if you’d offended some water goddess or mystical creature that controls your fate?That’s exactly how I feel right now.Who would’ve thought that the once calm evening filled with the delicious aroma of Aunt Ophelia’s pot roast would turn into a night of screams and bondage? Definitely not me.Ten seconds after Bhyron bundles me into his car, Aunt Ophelia and Zuri are shoved inside right after me. We all looked shocked as hell. If our situation wasn’t dead serious, Zuri and I would be dissolving in confused laughter.“What’s going on?” Aunt Ophelia asks, staring at me. “I was woken from sleep by some strange man who claims to work for Bhyron. What’s happening? Where are they taking us?”Guilt eats at my heartstrings. I reach across Zuri’s twitching body and take Aunt Ophelia’s hand in mine; “I’m so sorry, aunt. Bhyron is behind this. I promise I’ll handle it.”I lean back, about to open my door when Zuri grabs my arm.
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 49 — THE PLOT THICKENNETH!!
BHYRONAdrenaline courses through my veins as I glare at the writhing man on the floor, blood running down my arms in tiny, satisfying rivulets. This is the part of my job that I detest the most…but also the part I cannot live without. Duke stands beside me, looking spick and span like he always does during operations like these, scrolling through his iPad. His shirt is still pure fucking white. His suit is unstained. His shoes are not splattered with blood. Let’s just say he’s the complete opposite of me.After the age of twenty, Duke had vowed never to take another human’s life. Today, he only works behind the scenes, making sure all the technical aspects of this job are aligned for a smooth operation. We both have very dark pasts. We both suffer from PTSD, but we handle it differently.Jay currently squats on his haunches beside the rapidly bleeding man, the dagger which he used to slice off all of the bastard’s left fingers firmly in his grip.“Do you still refuse to give us the
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 50 — HE’S INNOCENT…!!
BHYRONIt’s been three hours. Three fucking hours since Amani’s car went missing and I can swear I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind.“Have you been able to track them down?” I ask Duke for the one thousandth time. “No. The signal on Mario’s car is disrupted. I think the tracker has been tampered with.” My chest squeezes with an emotion I refuse to name. Panic tries to bubble up my throat but I tamp it down.Deep inside of me, I register that if they’d simply gone off course, they would’ve arrived at The Nirvana by now. I asked my men to call me if they arrived. I’ve checked the phone in my grip for hours, still no call.Missing person reports usually go out twenty four hours after a person has been declared missing, but Duke and I called in some favours and now, Amani, Zuri and Aunt Ophelia’s pictures have been sent to every single county police’s database.I try to ignore the sharp, icy feeling that sits in my chest, but the darkness in my brain refuses to cooperate. With e
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 51 — TEMPERS BREWING, PANIC FLYING…
AMANIPain. Explosive, unimaginable pain. That’s what I expected to feel. But I blink my eyes open three seconds later to realize I don’t feel hurt at all. The only reminder that I’ve just been hit by a man thrice my size is the fierce throbbing of my left cheek and my whirling brain. Asides that, I feel perfectly fine.“Amani! Sweetheart, are you okay?” Aunt Ophelia’s voice is filled with panic as she hurries towards me. She falls on her knees beside me and pulls me against her chest;“Oh, my love. What did he do to you?”Meanwhile, Zuri is giving Costello a piece of her mind;“How dare you touch her?! Now, look, she’s hurt. If Bhyron doesn’t kill you, you better watch your back ‘cause I will not hesitate to strangle you myself.”Costello lowers his head to the ground, looking completely horrified; “I’m so sorry, Miss Bentham. Please, forgive me. It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to hurt the boss’ fiancée.”While Zuri and Costello are arguing, I notice one of the security guards edgin
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After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 90 — WEDDING BELLS…
BHYRONAmani left with grandpa a few minutes ago but I’m still seated behind my desk, staring at the CCTV footage on my computer and watching the bags I bought go up in smoke.My intention was to apologize to her. I guess that failed, woefully.I don’t give a shit about the amount of money I spent. I can make that back in seconds. What matters is the look of pure hatred I saw in Amani’s eyes. That will haunt me forever.I bury my face in my palms and take a deep breath. Amani looked angry. Enraged. How she knew I was watching her through the CCTV, I’d never know. But for a moment, it felt like she was looking straight into my eyes, like she knew I was there. I get to my feet and pace the room. My wedding is set to happen in the next thirty minutes. I’m already dressed up and waiting to be notified to come downstairs for the ceremony. My long term goal of marrying the one woman who has the power to set me ablaze with just one look is finally about to be fulfilled, but I’m restless.Dr
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 89 — GRANDPA’S PLEA…
AMANIJay flinches at my harsh tone but stands his ground. “Miss Amani, I assure you that the boss does not consider you a whore. These are just wedding presents and he’d be pleased if you accept them.”I tilt my head to the side, struggling to rein in my temper. That’s the thing — I never, ever want to partake in any activity that pleases Bhyron Macaulay. I still regret my little mistake from a few hours ago.I wanted to please him and it backfired right in my face.I look up and my eyes coincidentally lands on the CCTV camera positioned high up on the west wall. My fingers twitch with annoyance as a devious thought suddenly crawls into my mind.“Your boss is watching us right now, isn’t he?” I ask Jay, not bothering to take my eyes off the camera.Jay follows my line of vision and lets out a small curse when he realizes I’ve seen the camera. His tone suddenly changes, becoming defensive;“Miss Amani, I…”I shoot him a look filled with annoyance and he clamps his mouth shut.“There’
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 88 — CHANEL PURSES
AMANITHREE HOURS LATER…My wedding is set to hold in the next two hours and I’m an emotional wreck.I stare at my swollen eyes in the mirror, willing my mind to forget everything that happened in that room three hours ago.“Girl, we don’t have time for this. The makeup artist has been waiting for you for almost two hours. You haven’t even tried out your wedding dress. I’m not sure you’ve even taken a bath!” Zuri half-yells, pacing the room nervously.“At this pace, we’ll never be ready on time. Not that I want you to marry that sonofabitch, but grandpa will be upset…”I keep staring at the mirror, trying to figure out the hollow-eyed woman who stares back at me.Anger, bitterness and shame swirls in my guts when I remember the smugness in Bhyron’s eyes after he successfully fooled me. The bastard tricked me. Once again, he proved that I can never trust him.“…and you won't even tell me what happened! Where were you this morning? What happened to you?” Zuri babbles non stop, pacing r
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 87 — REGRET
BHYRONI don’t know how much longer I can keep this up and I think it’s high time I told myself the truth.Hurting Amani’s feelings is not as satisfying as I thought it would be. Taking my revenge does not fill my heart with joy like I thought it would.The hurt and confusion in her eyes breaks me every single time. This was supposed to be easy, goddamnit! I was never supposed to feel anything for her. My job would’ve been goddamn easier if those bright, chocolate eyes didn’t appeal to my dark soul every single time.My goal was to take revenge for all the pain that Amani and her family caused me, but I barely stopped myself from pulling her into my arms just five seconds ago. All I wanted to do was clean her up, hold her and make sure she got a few hours of sleep before the wedding. And that was not the bloody plan!I slam the door behind me and lean against it, trying to calm my pounding heart.Anger, raw and venomous stirs in my veins. I’m angry at myself for hurting her and furiou
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 86 — SHATTERED PRIDE, BROKEN SELF-RESPECT.
AMANI“…suck my dick, Amani. If you’re able to make me cum, I’ll let you wear the dress.” Shock, mixed with violent arousal explodes in my belly, leaving me weak and temporarily unable to think properly.My arms around Bhyron’s neck slips but he catches me at the last minute, cupping my lower back and pulling me against his chest in a half-embrace. I’m completely enveloped in his intoxicating heat and my heart is a large, melted puddle of goo. If not for his support, I’d have fallen flat on my face a long time ago.I should slap his face and stomp out of the room, but my brain is already conjuring images of his thick, swollen cock deep inside the walls of my throat. I gulp helplessly.It’s settled. I’m fucked.“What’s it going to be, little caramel?” He whispers huskily, trailing his fingers across my heated cheeks. “Will you suck my cock or do you want to live without my forgiveness? I can already feel your wetness on my thigh. If I touch you down there, my fingers will come back d
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 85 — BREATH TAKING REQUEST
AMANI“You can forget about the dress. It’s not for you. You don’t have to wear it…”I never wanted to wear Bhyron’s dress. I never wanted a dress that was made specially for some strange woman whom he’s obsessed with. But those harsh words coupled with his cold expression hits me like a goddamn punch in the gut.He’s clearly saying I’m not worthy enough to wear the same dress as the woman of his dreams. Jealousy burns like a fever in my throat. I’ve never wanted to beat up an imaginary woman so badly in my entire life. I’m almost ashamed of myself. Almost.I stiffen against him, holding his gaze while trying not to burst into stupid tears. I wouldn’t even know why I’m crying in the first place. So what if Bhyron is in love with some unnamed dancing bride? I don’t like him. I shouldn’t be bothered.The logical thing to do would be to step away from him and lick my wounds while I still can, but the last time Amani was logical, George Washington was still president.Instead of counting
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 84 — SOFT, ONLY FOR HER.
AMANIBefore I can get my thoughts together, Aunt Ophelia hurries forward and grabs my arm, her eyes wide with a haunted expression that sends chills down my spine; “Amani, dear, you have to leave. You cannot be seen in here.”Now I’m more confused than ever and even more determined to find out what the hell is going on. I’m convinced that Aunt Ophelia knows something. She’s definitely hiding something from me.She tries to pull me towards the exit but I stubbornly dig my feet into the ground, refusing to move. Noting my hesitation, Aunt Ophelia looks over her shoulder and lifts one questioning brow; “Sweetie, what are you doing? We have to leave.”The forced cheer in her voice and the tiny, fake smile plastered on her lips makes me even more resolute to go nowhere.I pull my arm from her grip and fold them, looking her straight in the eyes;“Okay, aunt. Spill. What are you hiding?”A flash of panic lightens her eyes before she’s able to hide it beneath a confused expression.“What
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 83 — SHOCKED. AWESTRUCK. BLOWN AWAY.
AMANII’m shocked to my bones. I’m in awe. I’m blown away.I move closer to get a better look. The closer I go, the grander it becomes.I barely have the words to describe it — It’s beautiful. It’s gorgeous. It’s definitely expensive… and also seems familiar as hell.I search my memory on a quest to figure out where I’ve seen it before. It’s very unique, very unlike anyone of its kind out there. A second later, it finally dawns on me, leaving a strong bitter taste at the back of my throat. I remain rooted to the spot, blinking rapidly in shock as the pieces slowly fall into place. The current object of my obsession is a wedding dress. It sits alone on a raised platform in the middle of the room, sparkling and shimmering like a rare creature in all its glory. The platform is made of black onyx stone and probably costs far more than what my parents’ entire company is worth.And the dress itself… I lack the words to describe it. It sparkles from top to bottom, and a closer inspection
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 82 — DEDICATED TO AMANI’S SHENANIGANS
AMANII can’t sleep. I tried to, but images of Grandma Alice crying her eyes out against Bhyron’s chest literally chased me around a rocky path in dreamland, armed with a sharp knife.I shoot awake some moments later, breathing like I just engaged in a sumo wrestling contest. Sweat pours down my face in torrents despite the cold AC that blows my heated skin.Looking around the dark room, goosebumps rise on my arms and my heart tightens with fear at all the shadows hanging around. I hate darkness with a passion that rivals Hades. I cannot sleep without the lights on and practically glaring. Zuri hates me for it, which is why we can never share a room.The only reason the lights are off is because Zuri opted to sleep with me tonight after I practically clung on to her when everyone left. My chest tightens painfully as I recall the strange feeling of abandonment that weighted my shoulders when I realized the entire family was upset with me, Aunt Ophelia inclusive.Memories of that sla
