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After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 136 — I HEARD YOU GOT A BIT MOUTHY…
AMANIYesterday was grandma Ayutthaya’s funeral but I wasn’t in attendance because Bhyron obviously felt I did not deserve to be there. He didn’t let me visit grandpa at the hospital either. He hid grandma’s dead body from me and now, I missed her funeral. An hour later, I’m still in the same position that Jay left me after he spilled the news. I’m shocked and cold. So cold. I only jolt back to reality when my phone rings. It’s a strange number. I pick up the device with shaky fingers. “Hello?”“Hello, kitten.” A breathy rasp filters through the speakers.My limbs turn to ice. That voice. It’s the devil himself.“Antonio?”He chuckles, a light dangerous sound that has goosebumps spattering across my flesh. “You remember my voice. Should I be flattered?”His flirtatious tone almost makes me gag. I shut my eyes and push back the horrible, dark memories that threaten to escape.“What do you want? I’m supposed to get the money to you tomorrow. I still have time.”“No, you don’t. In fa
Last Updated : 2024-12-31After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 137 — HAPPY NEW YEAR (2025!!)
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A BIT OF PHYSICAL ABUSE. **AMANII made a deal with Antonio Gunam and ordinarily, I shouldn’t be scared of him. But there’s something in his eyes. Something dark and ferocious. A wild, unhinged emotion that makes my strained arms tremble. I cringe away from his touch, my heart beating wildly when he presses closer. Of course the bastard doesn’t get the hint. His lips twist in a smirk and he runs a finger over my damp, sweaty chest. When those disgusting fingers almost touch my boobs, I pull backwards and a pained hiss escapes me as my skull slams against the drywall.He bends over, giving me a strong, involuntary whiff of his designer perfume. “You’ve gotten braver since the last time I saw you, little kitten. Have you forgotten how you writhed beneath me that night?” I bare my teeth at him, hiding the excruciating throbbing of my head with a snarl; “Why am I naked, Antonio? What’s going on? This isn’t what we agreed on.” He leans back with a wicked
Last Updated : 2025-01-02After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 138 — A TRAITOR IN OUR MIDST
BHYRON“Mr. Ahmad, you can be rest assured that this project will rake in millions just like La Marièe. I’ll personally direct every single proposal and you’re guaranteed maximum profit.”Ahmad, one of our Arabian investors, had indicated interest in funding my new club months ago. He has the billions to spend and I’ve got the brains and man power to make sure we open another club by the end of this month that will probably earn ten times more than La Marièe.Ahmad nods, seemingly satisfied and about to give me a response when the sound of the door violently crashing against the wall rents the air.I rise from my seat, my heart pumping madly the second I lay eyes on Duncan and his grim expression. Duncan would never, ever interrupt my international meetings, talk more of slamming my door. Something’s wrong.Amani. Why is that the first thought that crawls into my mind?“Sir, I’m afraid we have a problem.”Dread settles like boulders on my shoulders. “Where’s Amani?” I ask through cle
Last Updated : 2025-01-03After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 001 — AN ABSENTEE FATHER
“Mommy, where’s daddy? He promised he’ll be here for my birthday. Is he working again?” I swallow the painful lump in my throat and turn to my three-year old son. The hospital air is already depressing enough, but watching my frail son tethered to so many wires threatens to break the dam that holds my tears. “Your father will be here soon, sweetheart. He promised us, didn’t he? I’m sure he’s on his way right now.” I say those words without any iota of hope whatsoever. It’s already eleven PM and I’ve been calling my husband since sunrise with no response. “It’s almost midnight.” Dave argues weakly. “Is he spending time with Miss Laura and her daughters again? But he promised to stay with me throughout today.” His eyes fill with tears and my heart tightens painfully. No longer able to bear his sad face, I plaster a fake smile on mine, get to my feet and wipe his cheeks. “You know what? I’m sure daddy is waiting outside right now. I’ll go out there and bring him in, ok
Last Updated : 2024-06-22After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 002 — HIS UTTER AUDACITY
I’m shaking. I can’t breathe. I can’t even speak. The birthday decorations are still hanging from the ceiling and the cake that Dave refused to eat without his daddy still lies there, untouched. All that doesn’t faze me, but the moment I see my little boy covered from head to toe in a white cloth, a horrible, painful pang shoots through my chest. I’m shaking like a leaf as I lift the sheets and look at his frail face and closed eyes. Eyes that will now be closed forever. “N-no.” I whisper, tears falling in torrents down my face. “God, please no. Take me instead. Please take me and bring back my little boy. Please…” I lay my head on his chest, hoping to hear a heartbeat. Nothing. Dave is not breathing anymore. He’s really gone. My baby was diagnosed with brain cancer at just two years old. So far, we’d tried our best to give him the best medical care possible but three months ago, the doctor informed us that he only had six months to live. I run my shaky fingers ove
Last Updated : 2024-06-22After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 003 — MR WILSON, THE CHEATING BASTARD!
It’s been three days since my son died. Three days of keeping myself holed up in my new apartment and crying myself to sleep every night. Three days of darkness and gloom. I wake up frowning because the rising sun currently peeks through the sheer white curtains, bathing the room in brightness when all I want is to keep wallowing in darkness and grief. It suddenly hits me that I’ve not received any response from Henry ever since I served him our divorce papers more than forty eight hours ago. I pick up my cell phone and scroll through the endless list of missed calls. There’s none from my soon-to-be ex-husband. Henry never called me even once. Suddenly driven by anger and frustration, I dial his private number and wait impatiently for him to respond. I end the call when I get no response twenty seconds later and get to my feet. Henry still thinks I was playing around when I asked for a divorce. I’ll pay him a visit today and illustrate just how serious I am about leaving his
Last Updated : 2024-06-22After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 004 — LAURA’S ILL-MANNERED CHILDREN
At exactly three PM the next day, I stand outside my matrimonial home, clutching the strap of my bag in a death grip. Henry had called me an hour ago with news that he’d finally decided to sign the divorce papers, but I was expected to pick it up at our house. I didn’t want to come here but he was adamant. I can already feel tears pricking my eyes. This house holds too many memories of my dear David. I finally summon the courage and knock once. The door opens almost immediately and Zeya, our house keeper, appears. “Who is it…?” Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees me. “Mrs. Amani! Oh, it’s so wonderful to see you again. How’ve you been?” The middle aged woman pulls me into a bear hug and I almost burst into tears as her familiar peach scent fills my nostrils. “It’s wonderful to see you too, Zeya.” With my best friend in another country and my aunt always busy with work, Zeya was always my only companion on those nights when Henry never made it home because he was too b
Last Updated : 2024-06-22After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 005 — WHY IS HE HERE?!
AMANII can swear on the single sunflower that keeps growing atop my parents’ graves that wild banshees just held a concert in my brain. I peel my eyes open with great effort, hissing as the blinding white lights assault my poor eyeballs. I try to lift my hand but little pin pricks of pain shoot through my entire body. “It hurts…” I whimper helplessly.As if on cue, the sound of shuffling feet reaches my ears and seconds later, my aunt’s face fills the peripheral of my vision.“Amani, you’re awake! Oh, darling. I was so worried about you. What happened?” Her worried tone snaps me to the present and I wince in pain as she helps me to a sitting position.“Aunt… what are you doing here?”She pulls me into a bear hug and despite the fact that my entire body is sore, I draw comfort from her warm embrace. Tears prick my eyes as I suddenly realise how much I’ve missed her.“Aunt…”“Hush, my darling. That’s enough.” She pulls back and gives me a wobbly smile, running her fingers over my fa
Last Updated : 2024-07-29
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After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 138 — A TRAITOR IN OUR MIDST
BHYRON“Mr. Ahmad, you can be rest assured that this project will rake in millions just like La Marièe. I’ll personally direct every single proposal and you’re guaranteed maximum profit.”Ahmad, one of our Arabian investors, had indicated interest in funding my new club months ago. He has the billions to spend and I’ve got the brains and man power to make sure we open another club by the end of this month that will probably earn ten times more than La Marièe.Ahmad nods, seemingly satisfied and about to give me a response when the sound of the door violently crashing against the wall rents the air.I rise from my seat, my heart pumping madly the second I lay eyes on Duncan and his grim expression. Duncan would never, ever interrupt my international meetings, talk more of slamming my door. Something’s wrong.Amani. Why is that the first thought that crawls into my mind?“Sir, I’m afraid we have a problem.”Dread settles like boulders on my shoulders. “Where’s Amani?” I ask through cle
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 137 — HAPPY NEW YEAR (2025!!)
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A BIT OF PHYSICAL ABUSE. **AMANII made a deal with Antonio Gunam and ordinarily, I shouldn’t be scared of him. But there’s something in his eyes. Something dark and ferocious. A wild, unhinged emotion that makes my strained arms tremble. I cringe away from his touch, my heart beating wildly when he presses closer. Of course the bastard doesn’t get the hint. His lips twist in a smirk and he runs a finger over my damp, sweaty chest. When those disgusting fingers almost touch my boobs, I pull backwards and a pained hiss escapes me as my skull slams against the drywall.He bends over, giving me a strong, involuntary whiff of his designer perfume. “You’ve gotten braver since the last time I saw you, little kitten. Have you forgotten how you writhed beneath me that night?” I bare my teeth at him, hiding the excruciating throbbing of my head with a snarl; “Why am I naked, Antonio? What’s going on? This isn’t what we agreed on.” He leans back with a wicked
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 136 — I HEARD YOU GOT A BIT MOUTHY…
AMANIYesterday was grandma Ayutthaya’s funeral but I wasn’t in attendance because Bhyron obviously felt I did not deserve to be there. He didn’t let me visit grandpa at the hospital either. He hid grandma’s dead body from me and now, I missed her funeral. An hour later, I’m still in the same position that Jay left me after he spilled the news. I’m shocked and cold. So cold. I only jolt back to reality when my phone rings. It’s a strange number. I pick up the device with shaky fingers. “Hello?”“Hello, kitten.” A breathy rasp filters through the speakers.My limbs turn to ice. That voice. It’s the devil himself.“Antonio?”He chuckles, a light dangerous sound that has goosebumps spattering across my flesh. “You remember my voice. Should I be flattered?”His flirtatious tone almost makes me gag. I shut my eyes and push back the horrible, dark memories that threaten to escape.“What do you want? I’m supposed to get the money to you tomorrow. I still have time.”“No, you don’t. In fa
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 135 — HAIR, GONE…
AMANIBhyron left the country, the whole fucking continent, and he never bothered to tell me? Anger burns in my veins, coupled with the sick feeling of abandonment.“He didn’t tell me he was travelling.” I say quietly, holding Jay’s calm stare. “Who did he go with? Duke? Why is he in Rome?” “Mr. Duke is in Paris with Miss Zuri as we speak. The boss travelled with Miss Sharon. He didn’t tell me the nature or reason for his trip.” I pull out one of the chairs attached to the kitchen island and sink into it. Duke is in Paris with Zuri? She never told me!Bhyron and Sharon. Jealousy crawls through my bloodstream at the thought of both of them together. While I’m over here nauseous and sick as hell, he’s gallivanting Rome with that stupid bitch. Overcome by irrational anger, I pick up my phone and dial his number.It rings and rings but no one answers. After the fourth ring, I’m sent to voicemail. After trying three more times without getting a response, I finally snap.“Call him.” I o
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 134 — DID YOU MISS ME, MOMMY?
BHYRONI fondle the thug’s limp cock between my knives and he shivers in my grip. Just one swipe and the cap will come off… that’s how sharp my knives are.“I’ll ask you for the last time: why did King Murder send you here? What’s his plan?”“P-please, I don’t know anything. Let me go, please…”Anger burns in my veins. “Wrong fucking answer.”I plunge the tip of my blade into his twitching cock and make a 360-degree twist. His head snaps backward, and his mouth falls open as his screams rock the room. “Lucien, tape his mouth,” I order one of my men. “He’d probably render us all deaf when I begin the actual cutting.”“No! No, please! I’ll tell you everything I know. Please, don’t hurt me!”I lean away from his bloody body with a satisfied smirk on my face. Of course I knew he’d break. They always do.“Can you take the knife out of my…”“No. The knife stays. Just in case you think you can fuck up, remember that one downward swipe and your useless cock is gone.”Tears pour down his chee
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 133 — BLOODY BHYRON
AMANIJay walks away with the phone pressed against his ear and I slump against the wall. A dejected sigh escapes my lips as I shove a lock of hair from my eyes. I can feel the tiny vein on my forehead persistently throb. This day started off on a bad note and now, it’s only getting worse. Except for Aunt Ophelia’s tiny sniffles, the room is deathly silent. She doesn’t attempt to talk to me and for that, I’m truly grateful. I don’t think I’ve got the energy for human interactions at the moment. I need a moment to think, to regroup. I stand upright three minutes later when Jay returns. Judging from the pinched frown on his face, he’s not happy.“Jay…”“Ma’am, the boss has ordered that I take you back to the Hope Fortress immediately.”“What? Why?”“He didn’t state his reasons.” That’s a big lie and I know it. He knows the reason.I take a step closer to him, holding his calm gaze. “You’re lying, Jay. Something happened and I need you to tell me the truth. What’s going on? Where’s Bh
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 132 — SHOCKING DISCOVERIES
AMANIThe past ten minutes have been nothing short of a roller coaster of emotions. I wrap my arms around myself, shivering as I pace Aunt Ophelia’s sitting room. The documents and pictures are scattered on a table before her while she continues to cry her eyes out. Thankfully, Zuri is holding her back from touching me. I might just freak out if she does.“Why don’t you stop crying and tell me what I need to know, aunt?” I ask for the umpteenth time. “Why were you hiding photos of a woman who looks exactly like me in your pantry? Why were you hiding positive DNA test results?” I pause, holding her watery stare; “and while you’re at it, tell me why you borrowed nine hundred thousand dollars from the Gunam brothers after Bhyron paid off our debts.”Her expression slacks and she slowly rises to her feet. “How did you know about the debt?”My hackles have been rising for the past few seconds and right now, they’re ready to snap.“I was almost raped because of that debt, Aunt Ophelia!” I
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 131 — WHO IS THIS, AUNT…?!!
AMANII’m a moving mass of nerves as Aunt Ophelia continues to fawn over me, her entire face etched with anxiety.“Are you okay? I called to speak to you yesterday but Bhyron said you were sick. What happened? Are you hungry? What did you eat today?”I sit on the sofa, lips firmly pressed together and twiddling my thumbs when all I want to do is scream that she stops pretending.When she touches my arm, I finally snap. I jerk to my feet and Aunt Ophelia goes stumbling backwards, her eyes widening in shock.Guilt burns in my veins and an apology sits in my throat like a rock. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get the words out.“Amani. Are you okay? D-did I do something wrong?”My eyes dart to Zuri, silently pleading for help. Thankfully, she steps in;“Aunt, I don’t think Amani is feeling very well at the moment. Why don’t we…?”“I feel a bit nauseous.” I cut in. “I’ll just… go to the bathroom.”Aunt Ophelia frowns but I turn around and make a run for it before she can ask any
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 130 — THE ONLY REASON HE’S STILL SANE
BHYRON“…I wish you would just crawl into a hole somewhere and die.”“…I wish you were dead.”“…I curse the day you were born.”These are words I’ve heard constantly from my own mother, father, brother and cousins. But I learned from a young age that I needed to become thick skinned if I wanted to survive on the harsh streets of New York. I learned that even family can betray you. Mine have stabbed me in the back several times. A lot of outsiders have also wished me death — co-workers, rivals, competitors… but none hit as hard as when Amani looked me in the eyes and said those words.I’ve been broken, battered, burnt and even beaten, but none of that can be compared to the acidic pain that seared my heart two hours ago.It’s been two hours and I’ve done everything I can to forget. I threw myself into meetings, met a couple of investors and concluded plans for the expansion of La Marièe. But the ache in my chest only keeps growing. It can’t be ignored. “…La Marièe’s profits keep exce
