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13: An Unexpected Task
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[Arella]Eyes are still on us as Deric’s laughter dies down. His gaze locks onto mine, and my stomach twists under the intensity of his disgust."This is what you rejected my offer for? A job as an event planner?” “And I was supposed to what? Accept a receptionist job at a company we built with our sweat?" I bit back, fury thrumming through my veins, as a flush of humiliation rises on my cheeks.His laugh rings out again, louder this time, cruel and biting, as if he’s reveling in my discomfort. He wipes his eyes dramatically and smirks, twisting the knife further. "You’re so delusional, Arella."He turns to Vivian, and instantly, his entire demeanor shifts. His expression softens in the way it always does when he looks at her, making my chest tighten painfully. "You knew about this, babe? Why didn’t you tell me? We would’ve never come here.""I just wanted to give her a chance," Vivian says sweetly, her voice dripping with honey. Chance? What the heck is she even talking about?Sh
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[Lincoln] I place my hand behind her head to stop it from colliding with the wall, my fingers brushing against her soft hair. Her body instantly softens against me, her tension melting away, and my lips quirk up at the reaction I can’t help but notice. "What are you doing?" she whisper-yells, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide as they roam over my features, searching for answers. Her breath catches as our gazes lock. My eyes trail to her lips, and I swallow, trying to push down the sudden urge to close the space between us. "Lincoln, what are you doing here?!" a shrill voice shrieks from behind, snapping the moment in two. I smirk, knowing my plan has worked perfectly. Bingo. Standing up, my arms still securely wrapped around Arella’s waist, I turn to face the source of the interruption. "I told you I was on a lunch date, Ms. Clara," I say smoothly, my tone laced with deliberate amusement. She humphs, stomping her feet, her face flushing with disbelief. "But–bu
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[Arella] "See you tomorrow, Sasha," I say, waving as I step into the cool evening air. The breeze brushes against my skin, carrying the faint scent of freshly cut grass from the nearby park. "Okay, girl. Bye!" she replies, her voice fading into the noise of distant car horns. I turn back to grab my bag from the counter inside the venue. The faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead, and the scent of cleaning chemicals lingers faintly in the air. It's been another long day at the gala venue. The event is only a week away, yet so much still feels incomplete. No matter how much effort I put in, progress always feels just out of reach. My thoughts are cut short as my ankle catches on something, and I tumble to the cold, hard ground. A sharp sting shoots through my palms as they scrape the tiled floor. My stomach churns with embarrassment, and I suddenly feel like I might throw up my afternoon sandwich. Cursing my absentmindedness, I push myself up. "You see
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[Arella] He smirks, his gaze lingering on me far too long, making my skin crawl. Does he ever get tired of being creepy? “Come on now, I’m just being friendly. C’mon, hop in. I’ll drop you ladies off.” I feel the heat rising in my chest, the irritation boiling over. Friendly? More like persistent and unwanted. "You need to leave, Frank. Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been following me around—stalking me. Let me warn you now, lay off, or you won’t like the consequences." He freezes, then lets out a dark chuckle, his eyes flashing with a mix of amusement and arrogance. “Stalk you? Deric was right, you’re just a delusional fool,” he says, rolling up his window with a finality that makes my blood boil. Right. Blame me for noticing your obvious lurking. Classic. Without another word, he drives off, leaving us standing there. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, the tension in my shoulders slowly easing. Turning to Ava, I notice her eyes, dark and intense, staring at
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[Arella]Touching up the last bits of makeup, I smooth a hand over my dress, the sapphire color catching the warm glow of the overhead lights. The fabric hugs my frame, and its rich color compliments my skin perfectly. My hand pauses at my tummy. A life is growing inside me. Pregnant.I'm really pregnant, and this isn't some kind of dream.The thought settles over me like a heavy blanket—both comforting and suffocating. Feeling my eyes sting, I blink rapidly, forcing down that strange mixture of joy and sadness. I can’t afford to mess this up, not with Deric and Vivian waiting for any excuse to trample on me.The quietness of the back room is broken by the creak of the door. Through the mirror, I catch Sasha’s reflection as she steps in, the gentle sway of her identical sapphire dress mirroring mine. We’re the planners, after all."When were you going to tell me that you're dating Lincoln Sawyer?"I freeze, my heart thudding loudly, as if the truth were pounding to escape. Turning t
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[Lincoln] "Right this way, Mr. Sawyer. I'm glad you could make it," Deric says, gesturing toward the grand entrance of the venue. The air inside is warm, heavy with the mingling scents of cologne, champagne, and freshly polished wood. I nod and step in, frustration simmering beneath the surface. I wouldn’t have been here if it wasn’t for Mr. Thompson agreeing to meet on ‘fair grounds.’ Not exactly sure what that means, but here I am. "Hi, I’m Vivian, Deric’s girlfriend," a woman in a short black dress says, extending her hand with a practiced innocent looking smile. So, she’s the one Deric abandoned Arella for. Her eyes are too wide, her smile too bright and calculating. Her mask doesn’t fool me—I can see it all, every crack beneath her polished “pure” exterior, makes me wonder how full of a man Deric actually is to fall for this act. "Yes, she’s my loving girlfriend," Deric adds quickly when I don’t take her hand, his voice faltering just slightly. "You left Arella f
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[Arella]Every thought evaporates from my mind as I take his hand. Lincoln leads me to the dance floor, the smooth, soft music wrapping around us like a velvet ribbon. The scent of fresh flowers and expensive cologne lingers in the air.Chandeliers above cast a golden glow over everything, but it all fades into the background as he looks at me."You’ve been avoiding me, Arella," he says, his voice low and probing. The words send a shiver down my spine. I feel myself freeze, the warmth of his hand on mine holding me in place."N-no, it’s not like that," I stammer, my voice barely audible over the hum of the music. "I’ve just been… busy.""If that’s the case, then why aren’t you looking at me?"His words pierce through me. My eyes snap to his, and the way he looks at me—it’s just so… intense, so searching, like he’s seeing every secret I’ve tried to hide. My breath catches. The soft light gleams off his sharp jawline, and his presence feels like a cocoon, shutting out everything else
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[Arella]The stain is horrendous—huge, red, and blotchy. Knowing how Vivian is, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d mixed red paint together with the wine. It’s a ridiculous thought, I know, but it’s Vivian after all.I can’t go out in this anymore.Searching around for the sundress I wore before changing into this, I don’t find it. Frustration prickles at my skin as I grab my phone and dial Sasha, hoping she’ll come help.Before the call connects, the door swings open suddenly, and I’m startled.My blood freezes.It’s Frank."What are you doing here?" I demand, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound firm.Frank smirks, his eyes hazy, and the stench of alcohol hits me like a wave. He’s drunk."I told you to watch your back," he slurs, stepping closer.My heart begins thumping loudly, a heavy drumbeat that drowns out everything else. I back away instinctively. "What are you trying to do? Don’t come closer, or I’ll scream!"He giggles—a high-pitched, unnerving sound, like a child
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[Vivian]“Fuck, this is taking forever.”Deric is restless beside me, his jaw tight, hands clenching and unclenching like he’s trying not to lose his shit. "When is Arella coming up?!" His voice is sharp, low, impatient.We’re tucked into a small corner upstairs, near the bathroom, hidden just enough to watch without being noticed. Well, he's watching. I'm not.I can’t stop looking at him. The way his beautiful brown hair is a total mess, disheveled and wild, nothing like the usual sleek, controlled way he keeps it. Stress has taken its toll on him, and somehow, it makes him look even better. His side is pressed against mine, the heat of his body sinking into me like a slow burn, and for a moment, I let myself remember.I want it back. The way things were before. The way he used to look at me, used to touch me, used to—"I can’t wait for everything to go back the way it was between us."The words slip out. I don’t even realize I said them out loud until Deric snaps his head toward me.
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 173: Thompson's Fury
[Lincoln]How did she know?My chest tightens, a slow, suffocating coil of tension wrapping around my ribs as I try to comprehend how Arella knows about the secret my father has been trying to keep from me for years.It makes no sense.Before I can even fully register her last statement, the sharp shatter of glass pierces the ballroom.Mr. Thompson’s champagne flute crashes to the ground, splintering into a thousand jagged pieces."You have got to be kidding me!" he bellows.Fuck.Everything’s ruined.He strides forward, his eyes blazing with venomous intent, and then—he points a rigid, accusing finger straight at Arella."You!"A guttural sound, low and primal, rumbles from my throat before I even realize it. Instinct. Possession. Protection.Before Thompson can get any closer, I grab Arella’s wrist, pulling her behind me, my stance rigid, muscles coiled, ready for whatever the hell comes next."Watch it, Thompson," I growl, my voice dipping into something dangerous, something that w
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 172: The Proposal
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 171
[Arella]The dining hall glows with warmth, a golden ambiance settling over the long, elegantly set table. Laughter hums through the air, weaving into the clinking of glasses and the soft murmur of conversation.For a moment, just a fleeting moment, everything feels perfect.Lincoln’s family joins seamlessly, blending into the flow of my own—like they were always meant to be here. No tension. No awkward pauses. Just good food, good company, and an almost surreal sense of ease.It should put me at peace.It does actually.But then, as the wine flows and lighthearted discussions turn toward the Big Merge, something shifts.“Arella,” Grandpa chuckles, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, “we keep hearing about this ‘surprise’ of yours. Should we be worried?”I smirk, resting my chin on my palm as I glance at Lincoln. He’s stiff.Oh?The way his fingers tighten slightly around his fork doesn’t go unnoticed. The subtle shift in his expression—cool, composed, but definitely guarded—has m
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[Deric]Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I frown at the waiter's outfit clinging to my frame. The stiff white shirt feels like a straitjacket, the black vest squeezing my ribs like it's mocking me. The whole thing smells like starch and cheap detergent.Ames’ finances wasn't enough to get me an invitation. Or maybe no one actually wanted me here. Not even as a footnote in this perfect, glittering night.Well, too bad for them.I adjust the fake mustache and beard, scrutinizing my reflection under the dim, flickering restroom light. I look unrecognizable, just another faceless server blending into the background noise. Exactly the way I need to be.I force my shoulders back, inhale sharply, and step out.The hallways are buzzing with champagne-drenched laughter, women in shimmering gowns clinging to men with expensive watches and empty smiles. Golden chandeliers throw soft light over the polished floors, the air thick with the scent of jubilation, wine, and wealth.I move with p
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[Arella]Ryder drags me along deeper into another section of the ballroom, where my family members are waiting. The chandeliers above cast a golden glow, making everything look grand and elegant, but all I can think about is the familiar warmth ahead.Family members... It’s a strange, comforting thought. A real, solid kind of warmth that wraps around me like a favorite childhood blanket. And suddenly, I wish Ava was with me. She’d love this—being surrounded by all these people who actually feel like home.“Hey, don’t rush a pregnant woman like this!” I snap playfully at Ryder, shooting him a glare as I struggle to keep up in my heels. My feet are killing me, my back aches, and this man is dragging me around like I’m luggage.Ryder rolls his eyes like the dramatic little gremlin he is. “Oh, please, you’re only, like, what, two, three months gone?”I scoff, flipping my hair for dramatic effect. “I’m seven months gone, Ry.”Ryder stops so suddenly that I nearly slam into him, my stomach
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[Lincoln]We both turn to the source of the voice, and my brows furrow at the sight of the people before us: Mr. Thompson and Deric’s girlfriend—or should I say ex—smiling at both of us. I feel Arella stiffen beside me, her body tense like a coiled spring.“What are you doing here?” I bite out, my eyes glaring at Mr. Thompson.He gives me a sly smile, the kind that sets my teeth on edge, and for a split second, my mind flashes to the conversation with him on my last business trip. That conversation. The one where things got… personal. Just here to wish Mr. Harold a happy birthday, boy. Just like you are.I feel my blood simmer.“You’re not welcome here. Security!” Arella bites out, her voice sharp, her eyes gleaming with malice as they flicker over to Vivian, who’s wearing the smug look of someone who’s been handed all the right cards in life.“I'm sure you wouldn’t want to cause a scene now, would you?” Mr. Thompson’s smirk deepens, a slow, calculated move, like he’s enjoying this ga
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[Arella]Lincoln gets down first, his movements smooth and effortless, like he’s done this a million times before. The cool night air brushes against my skin as he rounds the car, the faint scent of cologne and leather lingering in the air. His hand extends toward me, strong and steady, and I take it without hesitation. The moment I step out, a burst of bright flashes erupts from all directions, the chaotic clicking of cameras blending into a deafening hum.I blink rapidly, my lips curving into a polite yet composed smile, keeping my posture graceful despite the overwhelming attention. My heart thrums, not with fear, but with a strange, thrilling anticipation. This is what being a Sawyer means.As my neck subtly turns, another car rolls up, its sleek exterior gleaming under the grand entrance lights. My heart warms slightly when I realize who it is. Ava, and my mother-in-law. And apparently, the entire family.Pleasantries are exchanged, the usual polite words masking the deeper, uns
