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146: Lesson On Stalking
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[Lincoln] Italians were hot-blooded. Normally, that was a damn fine trait in business—passion, persistence, a little well-placed ruthlessness—but when you were on the receiving end of that fire? Yeah. Not so much. And in this case? That unfortunate target was me. A million dollars’ worth of industrial products under the Sawyer Group, burnt down to nothing but rubble, ashes, and the lingering stench of deliberate destruction. And no, despite the forensic team’s oh-so-helpful assessment, this wasn’t some accidental wildfire attack. It was arson. Plain and simple. I could fucking smell it all the way down to my gut, that deep, instinctive knowing that told me this wasn’t just business—it was personal. And the worst part? This wasn’t even about the money. Sure, I could pull out more cash, replace the damaged goods, rebuild the property, patch up whatever superficial losses came out of this. That wasn’t the issue. The real problem? The trust had been broken.
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[Vivian] The morning sun filters through the blinds, its golden rays stretching across the room like delicate fingers, caressing everything in sight with an unearned softness. I groan, rolling onto my back, arms stretching wide against the sheets, the warmth of sleep still clinging to my limbs like a second skin. My body doesn’t feel like moving. Doesn’t feel like facing the day, the reality, or anything in between. For a few blissful seconds, my mind drifts, floating somewhere between dreams and the waking world. My fingers reach out instinctively, searching for the familiar warmth beside me—until they brush against something else. Something warm. Something… furry. My brows furrow. Deric’s chest isn’t this hairy. Slowly—painstakingly slow—I force my heavy lids open, my gaze dragging to the side as a sinking feeling churns deep in my stomach. And then I freeze. The graying hair. The slack jaw hanging open. The faint wheeze of breath escaping his lips, slow and s
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[Vivian] I don’t even wait for his response. My body moves on autopilot, frantic energy charging my limbs as I throw on my clothes, barely aware of the rustling behind me, of the shifting mattress, of the thick, fat hands that suddenly wrap around my waist from behind. A breath—hot and heavy—fans against my ear, sticky against my skin. "Isn’t it too early to leave me all alone, my sweet?" Revulsion slams into me so hard I have to bite down on my tongue to keep from visibly recoiling. My stomach clenches, bile creeping up my throat, my lungs tight as if the very air has turned toxic. Don’t shudder. Don’t flinch. Don’t let him see how much you want to claw your way out of your own skin. Swallowing the disgust threatening to choke me, I force a slow smile, my lips curling into something soft, something pleasing. My lashes flutter as I turn in his grip, tilting my head just enough to feign a pout. "You know I would love to stay, Mr. Thompson," I croon, my voice dripping in sy
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[Lincoln] The signboard in Arella’s hands is impossible to miss. Welcome Home, Hubby! The bold letters stretch obnoxiously across the board, playful and dramatic, a perfect reflection of the woman holding it. The bright yet crisp morning sun filters down, casting a golden glow around her dark hair, making her look almost ethereal. If I were a lesser man, I’d probably get lost in the way the light kisses her skin, but I am not a lesser man. A slow grin tugs at my lips as I step off the private jet, my boots hitting the pavement with an easy confidence. There’s an entire security detail flanking me, their presence a necessary but wholly uninteresting formality. My gaze barely flickers over them because, frankly, they don’t matter. Only one person does. Arella. She’s scanning the crowd, her head tilting slightly as she searches through the sea of black-suited men, her gaze flitting restlessly over the unnecessary muscle. And then—she finds me. The shift is immediate. Her eyes
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[Arella] Lincoln doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, there’s a moment—a brief, almost imperceptible hesitation—where his entire body stiffens, like he’s bracing for something. It’s subtle, but I catch it. And then, just as quickly, he recovers, sliding on that small, tired smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Everything’s fine, Ella. Why do you ask all of a sudden?” I narrow my eyes, unimpressed. Liar. “You look like shit,” I deadpan. Silence. A single beat of it. And then— Laughter. A deep, rumbling sound that vibrates straight through his chest, warm and infuriatingly infectious. It fills the car, making the space seem smaller, more intimate. Across from us, Ava briefly lifts her head from her phone, shooting us the kind of look people reserve for things they don’t understand—like watching a documentary about alien life forms or trying to solve advanced calculus. Then, just as quickly, she returns to whatever she was watching, completely unbothered. Lincoln, h
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[Lincoln] Dinner is served after the usual pleasantries, and for once, the atmosphere carries a quiet, almost deceptive warmth. For a fleeting moment, everything seems normal. But I should’ve known better. This isn’t the kind of family where warmth lasts. It’s more of a… brief flicker, a trick of the light, something you can almost believe in—until the inevitable cold slips back in, curling around your bones like an old, familiar ghost. It’s the kind of calm that always comes right before the storm. And I can feel it brewing. The tension simmers beneath the surface, thick and cloying, stretching itself thin across the air. It coils tighter and tighter, a silent undercurrent pulling us toward something ugly. My frown deepens when I catch the way Dad and Grandma have been exchanging silent glances all evening. Subtle—too subtle for most to notice. But I do notice. And so does Arella. Her brows pinch slightly, the movement barely perceptible, but then her fingers tight
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[Arella] My breath involuntarily hitches the moment my eyes land on him. It’s him. Mr. Clement Thompson. The same man who, if memory serves me correctly, has a bad habit of showing up uninvited to Sawyer family gatherings. Though, given the air of familiarity hanging around him this time, I’m not sure if he’s actually a guest or if he’s just pulling another one of his unwelcome stunts. Either way, I don’t know which would be worse. But before I can even begin to process what the hell he’s doing here, my gaze shifts—and the floor beneath me might as well give out. Because standing beside him, looking just as out of place yet disturbingly comfortable, is someone I never expected to see again. Her. The woman Lincoln pulled from the ocean in Costa Rica. Her eyes sweep cautiously over the room, flickering across unfamiliar faces, her expression unreadable until— Our eyes meet. We inch closer, hesitation crackling between us. And then— Shock. Mutual. Immediate. Ov
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[Lincoln] “Excuse me?” The words barely make it out of my throat—more of a stunned croak than an actual question. It’s like all the air has been sucked out of this space, leaving behind an eerie void where logic ceases to exist. My brain struggles to process the absurdity of what I just heard, like someone yanked the floor out from under me, and now I’m free-falling into a pit of absolute insanity. A sharp ringing buzzes in my ears, drowning out everything else. But my father’s words? Oh, they don’t go anywhere. They replay in my mind, over and over, like a scratched record of a sick joke that isn’t even remotely funny. What the hell did he just say? I seethe, my chest tightening, my pulse hammering so hard against my skull it’s a miracle my head hasn’t split open. My fingers dig into the arms of my chair, tension coiling in my muscles like a loaded spring. “What the hell do you mean by she is my betrothed?” The words come out low and lethal, coated in barely restrained r
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Author’s Note
Wow. What a journey it’s been, right? Thank you from the bottom of my heart for sticking with me through this wild, emotional journey. Arella and Lincoln's story has been so close to my heart, and I hope it’s touched yours too. Your support means more than words can say, and I’m so grateful for every single one of you, you guys are the real MVPs. ❤️ P.S. If you loved this story, I’d be over the moon if you gave my future books a read. Trust me, more heart-tugging, exciting stories are coming your way!Until next time, Tarina (◠‿◠)—☆
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife Epilogue II
[Arella]I whip around, eyes widening as I practically leap off Lincoln's lap in surprise."You're here!" I blurt, caught off guard but grinning. "I thought you said you couldn’t make it."Standing there, looking sheepish and a little road-worn, is Deric. He scratches the back of his head, wearing that same awkward, harmless smile he has these days."I wouldn’t have made it," he admits, voice a little raspy from travel, "but my flight was delayed... so I thought, what the hell, why not crash the party anyway?""Deric," Lincoln says, stepping up beside me, his hand still resting easy at my waist."Lincoln," Deric replies with a short nod, his voice even.There's a brief pause—more out of old habits than real tension—before Deric extends his hand. Lincoln studies him for a beat, then accepts the handshake without hesitation, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint, civil smile.The tightness I hadn't even realized was clenching my chest slowly eases."This is, uh, for your son," Der
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 213: Final Verdict
[Arella]TWO MONTHS LATERThe courtroom is cold, Not physically—but emotionally. It's almost too quiet.My hands sit frozen in my lap, unmoving for the past five minutes. A dull, anxious ache hums beneath my skin, but I can’t bring myself to shift. Lincoln sits beside me, our fingers tightly laced, grounding me. His other hand works swiftly over his phone, typing out what I’m sure are urgent work emails.Work had only gotten busier since he resumed.You’d think having two CEOs would make things easier. It only doubled our workload.I had tried to argue my way into stepping down, maybe becoming his VP or something less suffocating—but Lincoln wasn’t having any of it.Apex Conglomerate was clawing its way into the world’s elite, growing bigger, louder, more powerful by the day—and Lincoln made it crystal clear he wouldn’t let me miss a second of it.I blink myself back to the present as the judge adjusts his glasses, his stern gaze dropping down to the man standing trial.The man who a
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 212: Finally Home II
[Lincoln]The car pulls up to Witmoore Gardens, a private area owned by the Sawyers for intimate family events, tucked away from the noisy chaos of the outside world. The afternoon sun kisses the neatly trimmed hedges and the white blossoms that line the entrance sway gently in the breeze.I can't help the heavy thump of my heart at the thought of seeing my family again. A real, physical ache throbs inside my chest as the driver cuts the engine and we step out.We exist the car and take a slow walk down the stone-cobbled path, the soft crunch of gravel beneath our shoes filling the warm, floral-scented air. Arella’s hand is securely locked in mine, her presence grounding me even as my nerves threaten to tangle my steps."Your palms are sweaty, Linc. Are you nervous?" she teases softly, giving me a look so warm and tender it makes my heart trip in my chest like a reckless drum."Maybe," I reply, my voice coming out lower and raspier than intended.Her grin only grows. "Aww, they don't
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 211: Finally Home
[Lincoln]I mean, sure, Arella and I appeared on TV a few days ago when the Mayor of Chicago wanted to publicly appreciate our efforts, and I knew—rationally—that everyone must know I'm alive now. But I didn't expect this.I didn't expect the entire airport to already be flooded like a damn concert just to catch a glimpse of us. The jet had barely touched the runway, the tires still hissing from contact, and yet-it’s like the whole damn city of San Diego decided to show up for a party.From the distance, the sharp staccato of camera shutters echoes through the thick, humid air, flashes popping like fireworks across the runway. The chaotic chorus of reporters shouting questions and calling our names roars louder with every step we descend.A cheeky, loopsided grin spreads across Arella’s face as we start down the stairs of the jet, her hand still tightly locked with mine, her spirit practically buzzing with unbothered amusement. Her entire energy screams: I own this moment."You're lov
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 210: Mile–High Confessions
[Lincoln]I never thought I’d be lucky enough to marry a superheroine, but here I am, with the most incredible woman by my side.The night wraps around us like a soft, comforting robe. The jet hums beneath us, its quiet rhythm like a lullaby carrying us away from the chaos. We’d spent another three, exhausting days in Chicago, collaborating with the police and drug enforcement agencies to dismantle one of the city’s most dangerous syndicates, ensuring every production of that deadly injection was stopped in its tracks. But now, as I watch my wife sleeping peacefully-her face bathed in the gentle glow of the cabin lights—a rush of emotions fills me. It’s more than warmth. It's something deeper, something that settles in my soul and touches every fractured part of me. It feels like a healing, like a light that’s always been missing inside me, now shining so brightly it threatens to overflow. Heaven knows, if the roles were reversed, if I’d been the one forced to raise a child alone f
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 209: The End Of It All
[Arella]“Fuck you, Lincoln Sawyer!” Thompson’s voice tears through the air, cracked and furious, soaked in desperation as he launches backwards with one final burst of rage. His boot slams into Lincoln, sending him staggering back a few steps and before I can even think, he’s charging at me—wild-eyed, unhinged, like something that’s crawled straight out of hell and decided it wants to drag me back with it.But Lincoln doesn’t go down easy.He moves like something deep inside him just snapped back into place. One moment he’s stumbling, breathless, the next he’s lunging like a damn freight train, grabbing Thompson mid-sprint and twisting with enough force to rattle the concrete under our feet. Thompson’s body slams into the ground with a sickening thud, the gun flying from his hand and skittering across the floor with a metallic scream as the punches from Lincoln connects with his face.“Arella!” Lincoln’s voice cuts through the chaos, raw and real.With thinking anymore I run to him,
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 208: Violence And Vengeance
[Arella]“No no no!” Lisa screeches, stumbling back like the floor beneath her just cracked open. “H-how did you find us?!”Her voice pierces the air like shattered glass, high-pitched and filled with the kind of desperation only obsession can birth. She's shaking now, her wild eyes darting from me to the little vial still pinched between my fingers.“You conniving bitch!!” Thompson barks, his neck veins bulging as his gaze swings to Vivian.His hand trembles violently as he points between us, rage bleeding into fear. Then he sees Deric. And he pales.“It was only a matter of time before I found you, Thompson,” I say, calm, steady, like the reaper arriving with a smirk. “I’m sure you knew that too.”He begins to back away, every inch of arrogance fleeing his body like air from a punctured balloon. He stumbles until his back hits Lincoln’s bed—and that’s when everything freezes. My blood stops in my veins as he suddenly swings a gun out of his pocket, his hand shaking but deadly, and p
