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CHAPTER THIRTY
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ISABELLA’S POV“Shall we?” He asked softly, his palm stretched out. I let my fingers curl with his, warmth spreading through me. As he led me to the car, I could feel Mireille watching us like a hawk, and I was glad I had a sister like her.“Mireille doesn't hate you. She is fun when you get to know her.” I cleared the air to avoid any awkwardness.Alaric hummed and smiled at me. He pulled the door open and bowed as I stepped in. I caught him glance at Mireille, standing outside the door, before getting into the car.He put on the music box, and a slow jam played before kicking off the engine. “Are you ready?” he asked, and I nodded. A part of me reminded me that I shouldn't be here or with him.In between the drive, he would reach out to me and squeeze my palm, reminding me that he was there. I sincerely wished I could ask him why he changed someday. Why did he suddenly stop hating me? Who convinced him?“I just want to spend ever moment with you.” He would say.Finally, we arrived
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ISABELLA’S POV“Do you have to go?” I questioned as I held onto her palms while staring into her eyes. We're standing in the middle of the airport. Mireille was dressed in a blue fur jacket and white romper. Her hair was packed in a ponytail, and she had a tinge of sadness behind those eyes. I could tell that she was just as heartbroken as I was. “You still haven't told me why you must leave so fast. Did something happen? What was that all about? Did someone die? What is going on, Mireille?” I rained questions at her, and worry was eating me up.She squeezed my palm gently and cleared her throat. “It's nothing serious, Isa. I'll call you once I get there, I promise. I have to go back for a short while. I'll be back for you. You know you are my best friend, my cupcake.”I held back the tears that stung my eyes. “I know. It’s just... I'm so worried, Mireille. You're not saying anything to help the matter. What happened? Why are you going back? When are you coming back? I don't know, Mir
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ISABELLA’S POVSuddenly, he paused. “Are you sure about this, little bear?” He asked, his voice having a rough edge of need, of desire. He wanted me too, I could tell. The, I knew that proceeding with this would only complicate things for me and confuse me more. As it was, I didn't know what the future held for us. I had no idea if I still wanted the divorce. What if this leads him on?“Yes, Alaric. Stop talking already.” It came as a whisper rather than a command. The heat was gathered around my thighs. “You've had a lot to drink, and I don't want you to wake up tomorrow thinking this was a mistake.” There was something in his voice. Guilt. Pain. Or was it sadness?I pulled back slightly to stare into his eyes. His blue eyes drew me in. “I am not drunk, Alaric. Tipsy, maybe, but I know just what I'm doing. This is what I want.” His eyes searched mine like he was looking for a clue or a reason to stop. Not seeing, he claimed my lips with such possessiveness that left me breathles
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ISABELLA’S POVHe stared at me softly. “The safe word is stop. Remember to say it when need be.” He said tenderly as though I was an egg that could crack.I nodded in response, then produced a moan as I squeezed my breast. I could feel his jealousy boiling. “I want just my hands on you, little bun.” “Really? I don't see them anywhere.” I teased, and he grunted as he got in bed.Kneeling between my thighs, he slapped his cock against my cock before sliding in, his left palm around my neck. My vision blurred as he banged me hard. I was running out of breath, yet I refused to say the safe word.My moans echoed through the room as my body shot with pleasure. It felt like paradise, yet with some pain. Just the right balance I needed. He seemed to sense my vision going off because he let go of my neck and looked at me warmly.“Fuck! Did I hurt you?” The fear in his voice.“I’m not a child, Alaric. I am a woman, so pound me like one.” I snapped, annoyed that he ruined everything. The vibra
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ISABELLA’S POVThe day of the auction slowly rolled in, and even though my life was a wrecking ball, I managed to hold it together. But I had to admit I was zoning in and out multiple times. I had a dream concerning Mireille overnight. In the dream, she was begging for help, blood all over her.I sighed again and dragged my mind back to the bidding. The theme of it was beauty. Luckily, I managed to source the best of all the paintings. I had painted an image of Mireille; she was the only one who knew the meaning of beauty. Her eyes glowed up genuinely every time I succeeded with work. Her smile seemed to light up every dark room in the house. Her words uplifted my soul, and she loved me unconditionally. As the time ticked, I tapped my feet against the floor, waiting for it to end, but it seemed to stretch more. I hadn't seen Alaric all morning, and more weird thoughts ran through my mind. “The boss is here, ma’am.” A female staff whispered against my ear, and I startled a little bef
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ISABELLA’S POVI froze. His words replayed in my mind, but this time, slower. It felt like the world was crumbling beneath my feet as time had stopped. My body trembled vigorously. Mireille. Mireille was dead.Tears rolled down my cheek as I gripped tightly onto my wine-suit trousers. It felt unreal, and the words sounded foreign for a second.Alaric closed the gap between us, his palms grabbing my shoulder. The pain broke my heart. “We can't say it's her until we see the body, " he said, and I could tell that he was only trying to calm me down. I booked us a last-minute ticket, and our flight leaves in an hour. Your bag is packed as well.” He formed as he pulled me up gently, and I leaned into him. I could barely make out anything in my surroundings as we walked out of the building and into his car. The second the door to the car closed, I let out a scream, hitting the seat head. Alaric stepped in from the other side.“To the airport, Enzo.” Enzo glanced at me through the review
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THIRD PERSON’S POVHer heart thumped loudly against her ribcage, her fingers were trembling, and she felt a cold spine run through her veins. “Stay right there,” Alaric ordered before shoving the door open and running to the street. He had parked the car in a safe place, but she could barely make anything out as blood rushed to her ears.He knew the homeless man had to be involved. He was conversant with how things like this worked. A surge of adrenaline ran through him as he stormed into the streets. His eyes moved over the countless people. He could still remember what the homeless man was dressed in and what he looked like. Sweat broke across his face as he stepped into people’s faces to check if the homeless man had changed into another outfit. He had read too many crime books to know how this works while growing up. Finally, he caught sight of the tattered black hoodie. He grabbed him by the shoulder with renewed hope and flipped him around.“Ouch, you're hurting me, " a femal
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ISABELLA’S POVWe walked in, holding hands. They were still sitting around the table. Elena looked up.“Our car is bad. We might have to spend the night, " my husband informed them, and I caught Elena’s face brightening. However, Alaric didn't look happy. He turned to me. “You should have dinner. I have no appetite.” “Me too.”Eating where I wasn't liked wasn't advisable, even if I was hungry. Who knew what end they would go to? A lot of things just seemed too weird. I could sense the competition among them all.“That’s nice. We are all staying over, too.” An older man who looked like he was in his late thirties said, his glass on the brink of his nose. He was dressed in a green shirt and white pants. I didn't know his name.“Alright, uncle. We will head to bed now. We have work tomorrow,” Alaric informed me and then pulled me with him. I could feel his warmth seeping through my skin as we headed upstairs, and soon, he stopped in front of a brown door. “We will stay in this room,”
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ISABELLA’S POV“You looked stunning up there tonight.” My husband mumbled against my ears, his hot breath landing on my neck, causing me to bite my lip. “I can't wait to tear every single piece apart.” His voice was low now, and I squeezed my eyes shut as my mind filled with imagination of what he could do to me. My lips parted a little.“Permission to have some fun.” The CEO announced, and the woohs from the people pulled me back into reality. We were now sitting in a corner of the afterparty; the colored light dimmed to create a warm illusion. A song was blaring through the big speakers. Everyone was dancing too.I felt Alaric’s fingers crawl over my thigh, and I stiffened, my eyes meeting his. The warmth from the touch was seeping through my flesh. He smirked as he stretched me a glass of alcohol. “Drink away, wife. It’s your big day, and I am fucking proud of you.” The way he said it was so seductive could be that or the fact that this was my second cup. Something rose in me, an
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EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
ALARIC’S POVThe call he had awaited forever finally came through the next morning. His words last night kept playing in his mind as he drove them to the station. Isabella didnt make a mention of it, but he was curious to know what she thought of him right now. “About last night… I’m sorry I burdened you.” He let out. Conversation was the key, right?“I’m not burdened, Alaric. If nothing, I’m glad you deemed me fit to share that part of you.” Her tone was warm, and he could tell she meant it. They said nothing until they pulled up in the building, and he watched her freeze. “What are we doing here?” Her voice cracked.“I have a surprise for you, " he said as he walked over to her and held her hand. Her heart was pounding so loudly against her ribcage as they walked through the passway. She could imagine them coming to take her away. However, they stopped in front of two men.“Do you know these men, Mrs Wolfe?” A uniformed man questioned. Isabella looked at the two men dressed in s
