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Elliot I had always known Susan to be confident, self-assured, and not the type to entertain unnecessary drama. So when she started behaving strangely, I couldn’t help but notice. At first, it was little things...pointed glares when I spoke to female employees, stiff body language whenever another woman so much as laughed at my jokes. But then it escalated. The first real incident happened at the office. I was in a meeting with Amelia, one of our senior marketing strategists, when Susan barged in without knocking. “There you are,” she said with forced casualness, walking straight to my desk and placing a cup of coffee in front of me. I glanced at her, then at Amelia, who looked mildly startled. “Susan, I’m in a meeting.” “I know,” she said, shooting a tight-lipped smile at Amelia before turning back to me. “Just thought you could use some coffee.” Amelia, bless her, tried to keep the conversation professional. “As I was saying, Mr. Prescott, the campaign adjustments...” Susan
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SusanThe following days at work were pure torture.Not because Elliot was distant or angry. Oh no. That would’ve been easier to deal with.Instead, he decided to become Mr. Perfect Boyfriend.On Monday, a bouquet of my favorite lilies sat on my desk when I arrived. The soft petals and delicate scent mocked me as I stared at them like they were ticking time bombs. I looked around the office, hoping no one noticed, but of course, my PA caught my eye from her desk, her grin so wide I wanted to throw the flowers at her.By Tuesday, it was my favorite coffee...hot, just the right amount of cream and sugar, and delivered right to my desk before I could even make it to the break room. The barista even spelled my name right.I clenched my jaw, marched straight into Elliot’s office, and slammed the cup down on his desk. “We’re supposed to be breaking up, Elliot.”He leaned back in his chair, that infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, like he was enjoying every second of this.
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Elliot Her breath was ragged against my ear, her nails leaving faint trails down my back that only fueled the fire raging inside me. I couldn’t get enough...of her taste, her scent, the way her body responded to mine like we were made for this, for each other. I pulled back just enough to look at her, her lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes dark and hooded with desire. She was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen, and right now, she was mine. “Susan,” I whispered, my voice low and rough, “do you want me to stop?” But she didn’t respond. Instead, she pulled me closer, her fingers curling into my hair, dragging my mouth back to hers like she’d drown if we weren’t connected. I groaned into her mouth, my hands trailing down her sides, feeling every inch of her body. I yanked her blouse open, buttons flying across the floor, exposing the delicate lace of her bra. My mouth was on her boobs before I even realized it, kissing, biting, sucking the soft tits until I felt her s
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SusanI stared at the untouched coffee in front of me, my fingers tracing circles around the rim of the mug. The café was bustling, the clinking of cups and soft hum of conversations blending into the background, but all I could hear was the echo of my own thoughts.Meera slid into the seat across from me, her eyes immediately narrowing. “Okay, you’re giving off serious ‘I did something bad’ vibes,” she said, tossing her bag onto the chair beside her. “What now?”I sighed, finally looking up to meet her gaze. She already knew the basics...I’d told her about Mrs. Prescott offering me money to leave Elliot, and yeah, she knew I’d taken it. But the weight of it felt heavier today, like it was suffocating me.“She texted me,” I said quietly.Meera raised an eyebrow. “Who?”“Mrs. Prescott. She wanted to know why I haven’t broken up with Elliot yet.”Meera’s eyes darkened. “That woman’s got some nerve.”I gave a bitter laugh. “I told her it would take time, that I couldn’t just end things o
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Susan I adjusted the hem of my pencil skirt, trying to shake off the nerves bubbling under my skin. It wasn’t like me to get jittery over a meeting, but this wasn’t just any meeting. Manuel Fernandez...an artist whose name echoed through the industry like a storm...was coming to our office. People waited months, even years, for the chance to work with him. But somehow, with just one email, he agreed. And now, I had to figure out why. The sleek conference room was unusually quiet, the air thick with anticipation. My colleagues sat with forced nonchalance, pretending not to be eager. Elliot hadn’t arrived yet, but I knew he would. He always showed up when it mattered, and with Manuel Fernandez in the building, this mattered. When the door finally opened, time seemed to pause. Manuel Fernandez walked in like he owned the air we breathed. His presence was magnetic...dark, tousled hair falling effortlessly over his forehead, sharp cheekbones, and piercing eyes that seemed to look rig
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Susan I thought the heat of Elliot’s touch would linger longer than the tension in my chest, but as I sat across from Manuel Fernandez in the sleek glass conference room, the memory of Elliot’s possessive kiss was already fading beneath the weight of unspoken words. Manuel wasn’t just an artist. He was a man with shadows in his eyes, the kind that hinted at stories left untold. Stories that, somehow, were tied to me. He leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his dark eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place. Amusement? Nostalgia? I couldn’t tell. “You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked, his voice smooth, almost teasing. I swallowed, my mind racing. There was something familiar about him...the sharp angle of his jaw, the curve of his lips when he smiled. But the memory was hazy, like trying to grasp smoke. “I’m sorry,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. “Should I?” His smile didn’t fade, but it changed, softening into someth
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Susan I took a deep breath as I stepped into the headquarters of the Prescott Foundation. The towering glass doors reflected the morning sun, casting a golden glow over the entrance. This was my new beginning, but not in the way Mrs. Prescott had envisioned.The receptionist, a woman in her late thirties with sharp eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, looked up at me and stiffened slightly. "Good morning, Ms. Hart," she said, her voice polite but laced with curiosity.It was clear...everyone here knew who I was. Not as Susan Hart, the new employee. But as her. The woman Elliot Prescott was involved with. The one who had seemingly walked into this job with privilege wrapped around her like a designer coat.I straightened my shoulders, let them think what they wanted. I would prove them wrong."I'm here for my first day," I said with a calm smile.Her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, but she nodded and picked up her phone. "Mr. Castillo will be with you shortly."I knew of Mr. Castillo..
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Susan I walked out of Elliot’s office without looking back.I could still hear his voice...sharp, cutting, and desperate...“Don’t do this, Susan.” But I had to.Because in the end, love wasn’t enough.Not when his mother still saw me as an outsider. Not when the world still whispered about how I wasn’t good enough for Elliot Prescott. Not when, no matter how much I tried to prove myself, I still felt like I was fighting a battle I was destined to lose.And if signing my name on a damn contract was the price for being accepted into his family, for securing a future where his mother wouldn’t look at me like I was nothing, then so be it.I ignored the sting in my chest and walked down the halls of Prescott Enterprises with quiet determination. My heels clicked against the marble floors, my heart pounding with every step toward the woman who had made me feel small for so long.Mrs. Prescott was waiting for me.She sat behind a grand mahogany desk, poised and elegant, a picture of unshaka
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Another Deal
Susan The message stared back at me like a challenge. Eleanor Prescott requests your presence for lunch. One o’clock. Prescott Tower, 45th floor. I didn’t need to think twice. This wasn’t an invitation...it was a summons. Elliot’s mother had spent years pretending I didn’t exist, treating me like a temporary inconvenience that would eventually disappear. But now, after everything that had happened...the scandal, Elliot’s return, the press conference that rocked the business world...she was suddenly willing to sit down with me? I stepped out of the cab and took a deep breath before walking through the grand entrance of Prescott Tower. The lobby was pristine, with marble floors and golden accents, exuding the kind of wealth that was meant to intimidate people like me. But I wouldn’t be intimidated. The elevator ride to the 45th floor felt both too long and too short. When the doors slid open, I was met with an airy, sunlit dining area. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city
Falling For My Billionaire Ex The CEO
ElliotWhen I finally walked into the boardroom, their faces looked like some overfed monkeys.The long mahogany table was filled with familiar faces...men and women who had sat in those same seats for years, acting like they ran the company.They didn’t.I did, I've always been the one.I took my time, adjusting my cuffs as I strolled to the head of the table. No one spoke. They were just waiting, and watching. Gerald sat near the end, flipping through a report, his expression neutral. He wasn’t the enemy, but he wasn’t my ally either...not yet.I finally took my seat, leaning back in the leather chair, letting the silence settle."Let's not waste time," I said. "I know you’ve all been waiting to air your concerns, so go ahead. Entertain me."The CFO, an older man with sharp eyes, cleared his throat. "Mr. Prescott, while we respect your leadership, your abrupt departure created instability. The stockholders...""The stockholders are relieved that I’m back." I cut him off smoothly. "
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ElliotThe moment I stepped off that stage, the tension in the air was so thick one could cut it's edge with a knife..I barely made it into the hallway before Gerald caught up to me, his voice low but urgent."Sir..." He hesitated, carefully choosing his words. "That was unexpected."I smirked. "Was it?"Gerald sighed, running a hand through his neatly combed hair. "You know what I mean. I respect your decision, but the board was hoping for a... smoother resolution.""A resolution that involves me selling my personal life to fix their mess?" I turned to face him. "Tell me, Gerald....do I look like a man who needs to marry for the sake of PR?"He shook his head quickly. "Of course not, sir. I just..." He exhaled. "I just want you to come back. The company needs you."I studied him for a moment. Gerald wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t power-hungry, nor did he manipulate situations for personal gain. He was loyal...to the company, to my father’s legacy, and even to me.But loyalty woul
Falling For My Billionaire Ex Press Conference
Elliot By the time the sun rose, I knew exactly what I needed to do. Susan was still asleep, her body tangled in the sheets, her breathing soft and steady. The night had been raw, and intense...a collision of emotions and desire that left no room for doubt. She loved me. I loved her. And I was done letting anyone question that. I slipped out of bed carefully, grabbing my phone as I stepped onto the balcony. The city stretched before me, but my focus was sharp...on one goal, one decision that would change everything. I dialed the number. Gerald answered on the second ring. “Mr Prescott.” His tone was clipped, unreadable. “I assume you’ve thought things through.” I exhaled slowly. “I’m holding a press conference.” There was a beat of silence. Then, “I see. So you’ve come to your senses.” I almost laughed. “Not in the way you think.” “Enlighten me.” I leaned against the railing, my grip tightening around the phone. “I’m not doing this on your terms, Gerald. I’m not using my
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Elliot The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but I barely felt it. I wasn’t the type to drink when I was angry, but tonight? Tonight was different. Susan’s words still echoed in my head, cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. "Maybe for once, you should consider what I need too." She thought I was being selfish. That I didn’t understand what it felt like to want something so badly, to fight for it, to sacrifice for it. But what she didn’t see...what she refused to see...was that I was already sacrificing everything for her. And I’d do it a thousand times over. The living room was dim, the only light coming from the city skyline was through the windows. I had left the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, the amber liquid swirling in the glass I gripped in my hand. I leaned back against the couch, my head tilting against the cushion, my mind a storm of frustration, love, and raw, aching need. The sound of the bedroom door opening made my muscles tense. Footsteps,
