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Killian waved his hand in dismissal. “There’s no need. She’s seen enough.” He turned his attention back to Elara. “Wait for me in my office. Down the hall, last door on the right.”With that, he walked past her, his cologne— cedarwood and pine, an utterly sinful combination lingered in the air after him.Elara resisted the urge to fan herself as she turned sharply in her heels and made her way to his office.His office was exactly like she had imagined— dark wood, leather furniture, a massive desk, fireplace and a large window. A decanter set sat on his desk, untouched, beside a thick folder and his computer.Shutting the door, finally alone she placed a hand on her chest as she sat down on one of the chairs. “Get it together, Elara.” She muttered to herself. “You're here for a purpose and not to drool over your fake fiancé.”By the time the door opened again, she had managed to gain back her composure and put on a professional face.She turned as watched as Killian walked in, fully c
Last Updated : 2025-02-27Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride chapter fourteen (Elara's pov)
Elara sat in front of the massive vanity mirror in one of the guest rooms at Killian's mansion. Tonight was the night of the gala where they would be making their first public appearance together.She stared at her reflection and marvelled at how talented the makeup artists waa. The woman had done a spectacular job— her skin glowed, her lips were painted a variant shade of red, her eyes had a smoky makeup that looked very seductive. She barely recognized herself.She got up and walked over to the full length mirror to look at her dress. The silk fabric clung to her body like a second skin. The dress was a masterpiece, it was black in color, under the glow of the chandelier the fabric looked like liquid as she moved. It has a plunging neckline that was teasing but didn't show too much, a high slit that was almost scandalous but was still elegant. The straps were made of diamonds that formed a crisscross pattern on her back.The dress screamed danger, wealth and power. And tonight, she
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride chapter fifteen (Elara's pov)
After a while, Killian pressed his hand slightly on her back. A signal that they had answered enough questions. "Elara and I are here to celebrate tonight. No further questions.” Killian announced.Elara flashed them one more smile before Killian guided her away. While she was a bit nervous during the mini interview, Killian was just calm and collected. Like lying was second nature to him, she wasn't surprised by this.The first part of the plan was done, it was time to look for the next. It didn't take long for Elara to spot her.Ivy.She was standing across the room with Aiden, talking to a wealthy older couple. Her expression was a carefully crafted one, her laugh was light and controlled. She looked composed and elegant but when her eyes landed on Elara, her lips pressed into a thin line and her face hardened.Good.Elara tapped Killian then tilted her head in the direction of ivy, he gave her a nod then they walked towards the couple.“Ivy,” Elara purred, her voice dripping with
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER SIXTEEN (ELARA'S POV)
The cameras were still flashing rapidly, the reported whispering furiously amongst themselves but she barely paid attention to it.Her heart was still hammering in her chest, her body betraying her and seeking more of Killian's warmth. The kiss had been meant for show—for the benefit of the crowd—but damn if it hadn’t felt real.Too real.Killian smirked down at her, his eyes were darker than before and held an emotion she couldn't quite decipher. “Mission accomplished.”Elara swallowed, forcing herself to step back, to put distance between them. “Yeah,” she said, voice a little too breathless. “Mission accomplished.”His gaze flicked to her lips, then back to her eyes. For a second, she thought he might kiss her again.And the most dangerous part? She wasn’t sure she’d stop him.But before history could repeat it, a voice interrupted them. “Well, that was quite the performance.”Elara turned to see an elderly man approach them. She recognized him, he was one of the biggest investors
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The one thing she had been trying to forget. The one that set her body on fire and made her spine tingle even after they pulled away. She forced a smirk trying to be cocky. “What do you think?” Killian studied her for a moment, he was searching for something. Then slowly, he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. Elara’s breath hitched. “Elara…” he murmured, stepping impossibly closer. His fingers brushed her bare arm, trailing up to her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. “Tell me to stop.” She should stop this. She should step back. But she didn’t. Because the way he was looking at her? Like he wanted to devour her whole? It was intoxicating. Instead, she whispered, “I won’t.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, like his restraint had snapped. Then finally, he closed the distance between them completely. In a flash, his mouth was on hers, claiming, demanding. Elara gasped, her hands gripping the collar of his tuxedo as he backed her up
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The drive to Killian’s estate was quiet.Not the peaceful type of quiet, but the tense silence that had a lot of unspoken words lingering between them. After everything that had happened at the gala, the heat between them had finally settled down. Elras had expected to be taken to her home but instead Killian ordered the driver to take them “home”.His home.She wanted to object but something about the way he tapped his finger lightly against his knee, clenched his jaw, told her not to. He was thinking about someone. Planning, so she didn't want to interrupt.She turned her stranded to the city that blurred as they drove past it, mesmerized by the beauty of it all.After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at his mansion. She wasn't sure that she would ever be able to get over how magnificent his house was.A literal fortress.The car rolled to a stop and parked, before she could even reach for her door handle, Killian's butler opened the door for her.“Ms. Beckett.” He
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He hated the way his name sounded coming out from her mouth, he hated the way the lights dimmed from her eyes and was replaced with the cold woman he had met weeks back. They were back to business partners.Strangers.For the first time in a long time, he wasn't sure if he had made his best decision or biggest regret.She didn’t say anything after that. She simply turned on her heels. Her silence was louder than any insult she could have thrown at him. He wouldn't have blamed her if she did.He could see it in the way her posture stiffened, her shoulders tensed and her fingers curled into fists at her sides. She was barely holding herself together.Deep down in him, no matter how hard he tried to push the feeling away, he felt regret.He had never planned for last night to go the way it did. He didn't plan for it to mess with his head so much. He didn't expect her to feel the way she did.He watched as she straightened her spine and lifted her chin. He knew before she said it. She was
Last Updated : 2025-03-14Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER TWENTY (IVY'S POV)
Rage bubbled up within her, it was a slow burn that threatened to grow and explode into something catastrophic.She stood in her study with the lights dimmed as she stared out into the city from the floor to ceiling windows of her penthouse. The City sparkled beneath her but even the beauty of it did nothing to calm her down.All she could see was them.Elara and Killian.Her fingers held onto her expensive mahogany desk, nails digging into the polished surface hard enough to leave marks. Her tablet lay broken on the floor after she fling it upon seeing the pictures of Elara and Killian. The perfect couple plastered all over social media. Killian and Elara’s alliance was dangerous. She had underestimated them, and now she was paying the price.They had portrayed the image of the perfect couple at the gala which has left her humiliated, outplayed and furious beyond words. The media was eating it up, turning it into the story of the year. But that wasn't even the icing on the cake.Wha
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Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY SIX (IVY'S POV)
The conference room was quiet—too quiet. Everyone had left after the meeting, leaving nothing but the echo of heels, the hum of the AC and the bitter aftertaste of humiliation lingering in the air.Ivy sat at the head of the table, knuckles white around the armrests of her chair, her perfectly painted nails digging into the leather. Her heart was still racing, her breathing coming in fast as the scene from minutes ago replayed in her mind over and over.Elara.Killian.Walking into her company like they owned the place. Like they hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of her sanctuary. Like they weren’t deliberately trying to ruin her.That presentation had been flawless. The proposal—bold, innovative, and worst of all, exactly what her board had been begging for. Sustainability and fashion? Exclusive tech-backed partnerships? Combining Elara’s brand aesthetics with Hayes Corp logistics? It was a golden opportunity. Too golden.She should have seen it coming. But she’d been too busy
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY FIVE (ELARA'S POV)
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Killain’s mansion, painting golden streaks across the marble floor. Elara sat at the edge of the kitchen island, sipping coffee and ignoring the man across from her like last night hadn’t happened at all.No mention of the rooftop dinner.No mention of the bracelet.No lingering looks. No heat.Just cool silence and the clink of porcelain.Killain’s jaw was clenched tight as he scrolled through his phone, pretending not to notice her ignorance. But Elara didn’t miss the way his fingers stilled every time she moved. He was watching her—quietly simmering, trying to figure her out.Good.Let him stew.She wasn’t going to fall for that charming act of his. Last night had been theatre. A stage. And she’d played her role well.Suddenly, the sound of her notification broke through the silence. She picked it up, unlocking it.A message. From a name she didn’t expect.Beckett Industries.She arched an eyebrow.“What’s that?” Killain asked ca
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY FOUR (ELARA'S POV)
The note arrived on a piece of perfectly folded paper sealed with a wax that only a man like Killian would use.So fancy. The note was simple. Five words written in that unmistakable slanted handwriting.“Be ready at 7. No arguments.”Elara scoffed, rolling her eyes the moment she read it. Typical Killain.But the second delivery was harder to ignore—a matte black box, smooth as sin, sealed tight. It also had a wax seal which made her roll her eyes again at his dramatics. He was acting like they were in the Victorian era or something. She opened it out of curiosity, expecting drama. What she found was worse.A dress. Elegant, beautiful and dangerous. Not flashy. Not desperate. This wasn’t a bribe—it was a statement. This one whispered control. Taste. Power.But worst of all? It was perfect.Black. Long-sleeved on one side, sleeveless on the other. A slit high enough to scream danger, but a neckline that whispered and teased. It shimmered under the light, silver threads woven into the
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY THREE (PRESTON'S POV)
Preston watched Ivy storm out of the Silversmith, her heels clicking against the polished floor like war drums fading into the distance.He chuckled, a low sound escaping from his chest as his hand reached forward, wrapping around the rim of his whiskey glass as he lifted it for the first time that evening. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, all expensive floral notes masking the rot underneath.The audacity.The manipulation.The desperation poorly hidden beneath tailored silk and veiled insults.He had met sharks before, predators with porcelain smiles and blood on their hands, but Ivy Beckett—she was something else. The kind of woman who couldn’t stand to lose and would rather scorch the earth than admit defeat.Still, it hadn’t been her arrogance that made him laugh.It was her assumption.That everyone had a price.That he’d abandon Elara for a better paycheck, a seat closer to the throne, or a night tangled in the sheets with her.Pathetic.Preston leaned back in the
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY TWO (IVY'S POV)
It had taken nine days, four ignored calls, and three dozen emails disguised in professionalism and charm for Ivy to finally get a response from him.Preston Grey.Preston Grey was a ghost.He didn’t operate through a firm or an office. No trail, no receptionist, no verifiable address. Just a burner email that replied in one lined sentence and cold confirmation. But she finally had him—an hour at The Silversmith, a low-lit whiskey bar tucked beneath the Avalon Hotel, where the city’s power players went to hide their dirt.And Ivy had plenty of dirt.She walked in thirty minutes early, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she slid into a booth at the far end. The bartender greeted her with a nod and a glass of her usual. She needed the heat of the bourbon to steady her nerves.Because Preston wasn’t just a PI.He was dangerous. Calculated. A man who’d been hovering too close to Elara for her liking. Too discreet to leave trails and too confident to be accidental.She needed
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY ONE (ELARA'S POV)
As she walked further away from the table, ivy wasn't finished. Ivy’s voice was sweet when it came. That dangerous, sugar-laced tone Elara had come to associate with poison.“So,” Ivy said, “tell me, Elara… how does it feel warming the bed of two men? One in the daylight, and one in the shadows?”Elara froze.It was the briefest pause which she was certain that Ivy saw. She turned slowly, walking back to the table and taking her seat in front of her barely touched food. “Excuse me?”Ivy smiled, predatory and smug. “You heard me.”The terrace was too quiet. Somewhere below, a fountain flowed peacefully. Birds chirped like they weren’t sitting in the middle of a battlefield.Elara’s mind raced.Preston. How the hell did Ivy know about Preston?When she mentioned his name the first time, Elara had shifted the topic because she wasn't sure how Ivy knew but didn't want to discuss it further.He was supposed to be invisible. Silent. Her leverage in the background. Killain didn’t even know
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY (IVY'S POV)
The table was set to perfection.A private terrace at one of the city’s most exclusive garden restaurants called Golden leaf. Pristine white linens lay on the table, polished cutlery, and floral arrangements hand-picked that morning. It was the sort of setting made for reconciliation—or assassination.Ivy leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, a beautiful flute of champagne in her hand. She wore a cream Chanel blazer, pearl earrings that shimmered under the afternoon sun, and the kind of smile that had ruined lives.She didn’t expect Elara to show.She certainly didn’t expect her to be early.But there she was.Striding toward the table with the calm arrogance of a queen, clad in a black silk blouse, wide-legged trousers that made her look seven feet tall, and a smirk that made Ivy’s grip tighten on her glass.“Elara,” Ivy said, standing to greet her.“Ivy,” Elara replied smoothly, leaning in to brush her cheek with a kiss that never touched skin.They both sat.The silence between t
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER THIRTY NINE (IVY'S POV)
The city never slept, and neither did Ivy.Not tonight.Not since the gala.Not since that night.She stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse, perched on top of one of the most luxurious buildings in the city, watching the skyline pulse with artificial light. But beneath the glitter of a thousand high-rises, all she saw were shadows.Her reflection stared back at her in the glass—perfectly done hair, blood-red lips, eyes sharp and tired. The woman staring back looked composed.But on the inside she was unraveling.Behind her, Aiden stirred on the couch, half-asleep, his arm draped over his eyes. His presence usually steadied her. He was the calm to her calculated storm, her partner in both business, intimacy and crime. But not tonight.Tonight, her thoughts moved too fast for comfort.She crossed her arms, rubbing at her bare skin as if that could shake the lingering feeling from her bones. The one she had carried since the masked figure tried to grab her from behind th
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT (KILLAIN'S POV)
It had been four hours since she whispered “You’re delusional” and disappeared into her room like she hadn’t just cracked open the cage he’d kept around his darkest urges.He hadn’t moved from the study since he went in and shut the door behind him.The drink in his glass had gone untouched, the bright amber liquid catching the dim light of the chandelier above. His jaw was tight. His heart a low, steady throb beneath the skin.Delusional?No.Strategic.Because if Elara thought for one damn second that he’d sit back while she twirled around town with a man like Preston Grey—wealthy, charming, powerful—then maybe she was the delusional one.She didn’t realize what she’d started. This wasn’t a petty game of jealousy anymore.It was war.Killian sat back in the leather chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin as Ethan’s files played again on the projector screen behind him.Preston was good.Too good.The kind of man that could take Elara from him in plain sight—with a well-timed smile,
