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47 — ORDERS AND DISOBEDIENCE…
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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
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 52 — PLAY MAD GAMES, GET CRAZY RESULTS…
AMANI At sixty-nine, Mr. Ayutthaya is a gorgeous man. Asides his toned physique, his head full of long gray hair and charming blue eyes add sparkles to his overall Lord-of-the-underworld appearance. If he wasn’t married and head-over-heels in love with his wife, he could still pull any type of woman he wanted. He’s married and going on eighty, but girls still trip over themselves just to get his attention.Asides his beauty, Mr. Ayutthaya is extremely authoritative. He’s the only man, aside from Duke, that I’ve ever seen Bhyron accord a lot of respect to.He’s the founder of Alice Global, an international pharmaceutical conglomerate that specializes in the discovery of new cancer treatments, which he named after his wife. Right now, he looks at me with those piercing blue eyes and I feel my insides slowly melt to goo.“Amani. My child.” His voice is low and filled with strangled emotion. I haven’t seen his eyes look this soft in a long while. I’m suddenly assailed with painful me
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 53 — SHE HATES HIM… OR DOES SHE?
AMANII really thought that after finger fuckibg me and leaving me high and dry, Bhyron would walk away without looking back.Oh, how wrong I was.Why do my legs feel so cold? I look down and wince in horror when I notice that I’m still stark naked from the waist down. My wet, swollen pussy is on full display for Bhyron’s ever attentive gaze, and my thighs are bare and wide open.I turn to grab a blanket to cover myself with, but Bhyron’s dark voice stops me cold;“Don’t move.”I close my legs and turn around, ready to give him a piece of my mind. The words die in my throat when he sinks into the mattress beside me and yanks me into his arms.I don’t really remember how it happens, but seconds later, I lie sprawled on Bhyron’s thighs, my naked arse high in the air for his viewing pleasure and my injured face buried in the mattress. Before I can quel the shock in my chest, Bhyron kneads my left ass cheek with his palm, and my lips fall open in awe.“I think it’s high time I taught you
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 54 — DUNGEON MADNESS
BHYRONI could feel her eyes on me through the window. Even when I couldn’t see her, I could… feel her.I shut my eyes tight, fist my fingers, lean my head against the car’s headrest and try to focus. The meeting ahead is a dangerous one. I need to focus. One fucking mistake and we would all be dead meat.But no matter how hard I try to prepare myself for what’s to come, all that occupies my mind is her.My brain conjures Images of her big, brown-chocolate eyes filled with a heady combination of fear and lust, her wet, glistening pussy, and the way she grabs onto my shirt when she’s on the verge of having a mind-blowing orgasm.Fuck! Blood rushes to my cock at the mere thought of her. I can feel my pipe thicken and throb with the need to sink into Amani’s tight pussy and stay there until I satisfy this burning urge to claim her and make her completely mine.At this point, I’m grateful that grandpa called me. Otherwise, I don’t think I could’ve stopped myself from fucking Amani until
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 55 — A SNEAK PEEK INTO BHYRON’S LIFE
BHYRONIt’s funny how most people believe the top, most powerful criminal rings and cartels are controlled by the Italians, Russians or the Irish. That’s a gross misinformation.The most powerful crime syndicate in the world right now is called Marie and it’s owned by an American from New York City nicknamed King Murder. Yes, the evil man named his criminal organization after his first and only daughter, the apple of his eyes.No one knows who he is, his real name or what he looks like, but King Murder’s name alone is enough to send fear down the spine of ordinary men.But that’s the thing — I am no ordinary man. My name is Bhyron Macaulay and I fear no one, not even the Devil.I have known about the Mafia since the day I turned sixteen. That was the year my whole world came crashing down, the year my heart died with no hope of ever resurrecting. The year darkness creeped into my life.I can still feel his hands on me. I will never forget the feeling of his soft, delicate fingers ru
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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
