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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 widen, her
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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, however, is still
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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 tighten—just briefly—aro
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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. Overwhelming.A wave of disbe
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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 rage. A storm
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Hey, my loves! I hope you’ve all been enjoying the story so far! Lately, I’ve been uploading from my phone, which has made it a little tricky to add chapter titles—and sometimes, my copy-and-paste decides to double up on content (so sorry about that!). If you come across any chapters with repeated sections, don’t worry! I’ll fix them as soon as I get my PC up and running again. Thank you so much for your patience and endless support. It truly means the world to me! Sending you all the biggest hugs! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) —Tarina 💕
Last Updated : 2025-03-01The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 156: Defying Tradition
[Arella]This tense silence in the dining room was suffocating, thick like a storm cloud ready to burst. The glint of the chandelier reflected off the polished mahogany table, casting sharp golden hues that did little to soften the tension crackling in the air. The scent of roasted lamb and spiced wine, once mouthwatering, now felt nauseating amidst the hostility that polluted the room."How dare you speak to the matriarch of this family like that?!" Aunt Trixy begins, her voice already high-pitched, ready to stir up even more trouble. "Do you even realiz—"Her words are silenced by the sharp, cutting glare from my mother-in-law."Look, Arella-" my father-in-law begins, his voice gruff, attempting to maintain some sense of control over the situation. But something in my gaze stops him dead in his tracks.The table falls eerily quiet.My eyes drift from Lincoln's grandmother to Clement Thompson, then to my father-in-law, taking my time, watching their expressions carefully. There’s
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[Arella]The heavy silence that follows is deafening.The chessboard they so carefully arranged just lost its most valuable piece.Lisa.“Goddamn it!” Thompson barks, his voice slicing through the tension like a whip. The sound of his chair scraping against the polished floors is harsh, grating, a violent punctuation to his fury. He surges to his feet, his face a livid shade of red, veins bulging at his temple as he whirls toward my father-in-law.Something silent passes between them—something dark. A look, a shift in the air, an understanding that makes my father-in-law visibly pale. His throat bobs in a nervous swallow, his knuckles tightening on the armrests of his chair.Thompson’s voice drops into a deadly rasp. “This isn’t over.”And then he storms out, his shoes striking the ground with force, the echoing stomp of a man unwilling to accept defeat. His furious command ricochets off the high ceilings, filling the grand dining hall with his rage.“Lisa! Get back here right this in
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[Arella]Vivian ran like the devil himself was on her heels.Her bare feet slapped against the filthy concrete, the sharp sting of debris cutting into her skin. The air was thick with the scent of rotting dough and mildew, the remnants of a bakery long abandoned, its glory days buried under dust and decay. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one hitching in her throat as she weaved through the narrow corridors, her frantic movements sending old flour sacks tumbling to the ground.She was fast, I’d give her that. Desperation had a way of making people move like cornered rats, a blend of terror and pure survival instinct. But I wasn’t about to let her scurry away. Not this time.I chased after her, vaulting over overturned crates, my boots thudding heavily against the grimy floor. My pulse thundered in my ears, my lungs burning with exertion, but the fire only fueled me. Every step I took, every inch I gained, I thought about what this woman had done to me seven months ago.Seven. Fuc
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[Arella]Two days later, we finally located the only bakery in Backwater Alley.True to the city’s name, the place was utterly demented. The snarls and sneers we received from passersby sent a chill slithering down my spine, despite the heavy security flanking me. It wasn’t just the people that made this place hell—it was everything. The very air felt wrong, thick with the scent of rot and dampness, like misery had been ground into the pavement for generations. The streets reeked of filth and desperation, a choking combination of decay and stale piss, and even with the promise of protection, a thick wave of unease clung to my skin like a second layer.Deric, on the other hand, was visibly cowering, his head ducked so low I half-expected him to burrow into the ground. He flinched at every sound, his breath coming in shallow gasps as we passed through each ‘checkpoint’—clusters of men loitering with sharp eyes and even sharper knives, their silent appraisal as damning as a blade against
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[Arella] Deric leads us to a restaurant that's just as rundown as that bar, but at least the air inside isn't nauseating. The dim lighting does little to hide the grime-streaked walls, and the wooden chairs creak ominously as we settle down. The stench of stale grease lingers in the air, but it’s a small mercy compared to the overwhelming stench of alcohol from before.I speak first, my voice sharp. "Where have you been? What are you doing all the way in Chicago?"He clears his throat, his eyes locked onto mine with an emotion I can't quite place—adoration, maybe? Like he can't believe I'm sitting right in front of him. That only makes my patience thinner."You're going to have to start talking, Deric, because trust me, I have other ways to make you talk.""Water... please," he croaks out, his voice dry and weak. Zach signals to one of his men, never leaving my side for a single second. The moment the bottle is placed in front of him, Deric chugs it down like a man starved, gulping i
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[Arella]We pass through the back, and the stench immediately assaults my senses—an overwhelming mix of stale alcohol, damp wood, and rotting garbage. Dirty bottles are strewn everywhere, some stacked haphazardly in corners, others being washed with a half-hearted effort. The entire place reeks of neglect. Dust clings to every surface, thick enough that I can practically taste it in the air. A few workers loiter around, loading crates onto a rusty truck that looks like it's one pothole away from falling apart.The sight of it all makes my skin crawl. My fingers twitch at my sides, an instinctive reaction to the unease curling in my stomach. This place feels wrong. Like a trap waiting to be sprung.A man with decayed teeth—yellowed and jagged, a testament to years of neglect—flashes me a grin as we draw closer. The smile is anything but friendly; it's lecherous, the kind that makes my skin prickle in revulsion. "Who's this fine little birdie, Isla?" His eyes drag over me from head to t
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[Arella]“How may I help you?" The bartender slurs his words, his bleary eyes raking over me. So much for being insecure—he doesn’t even attempt to hide his once-over. His gaze lingers too long, his lips quirking up like he’s amused by something. But then, something shifts. He must have noticed Zach’s piercing gaze because he suddenly straightens, feigning a sense of professionalism, shoulders squaring as he averts his gaze. My lips twitch in amusement, but I don’t let it show too much."I'm looking for the owner of this number." I thrust a crumpled piece of paper into his hand, unwilling to risk handing over my phone. My fingers tighten slightly as I pull back, watching his face carefully. His brows furrow as he glances at it, then at me, before letting out a dry chuckle."You're looking for the owner of this number... in a bar?" He shoots me an incredulous look, the kind that makes me feel every bit as ridiculous as I probably seem right now.I nod anyway, knowing full well how absu
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[Arella]The private jet hummed softly beneath my feet as I approached, Zach and his men flanking me on either side like silent sentinels. My heart hammered a little harder than usual, but I ignored it, my focus locked on the mission ahead. I knew I should probably wait for Benson and Jordan to return from Florida—playing it safe would be the smart thing to do. But what if this lead went cold? What if this person changed their mind?The IP address traced back to a woman’s phone—a bartender. She ran a shady little dive bar, the kind of place where secrets slipped out between shots of cheap whiskey and whispered conversations in the dark. Maybe she’d seen Lincoln with Lisa or Thompson? Maybe she knew something crucial? Or maybe… something about that desperate message didn’t sit right. If she was just giving me information, why did it feel like a cry for help?I’d responded, asking for a time to meet. No response. Nothing. Just silence.I exhaled sharply, shoving those nagging doubts asi
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 193: A Trap Or A Lead?
[Arella] "Clement came back seven years later," Father in law continues, his voice calm, but there’s an edge to it—something bitter, something restrained. "By then, I had married Gladys. I had everything I wanted—a wife, my son, a growing empire, a future laid out exactly as it should be. And Clement already had a wife of his own. Lisa’s mother." He scoffs, shaking his head. "He claimed he wanted to make amends. That the past was behind us. That friendship meant more than old grudges. I should have known better. I did know better. But I let him in anyway, like a fool." A slow exhale, his fingers tightening around his glass. "He didn’t ask for money. Didn’t come with some grand business proposal wrapped in false generosity. No, he played it smarter this time. Said he only wanted to invest in my company, that he believed in my latest vision. And like a fool, I let him buy in. Gave him a seat at my table. Trusted that maybe, just maybe, he had changed." He shakes his head, his jaw
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[Arella]Have you ever longed for something so deeply, only to be denied it over and over again? And then, when you finally get it, you feel... nothing?Because tell me why I’m sitting across from my father-in-law and grandmother-in-law in the dimly lit study of the Sawyer estate, their faces grim and pale, like they’re afraid to speak in my presence. The heavy scent of old books and polished wood lingers in the air, wrapping around us like a suffocating blanket. My father-in-law clears his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing with unease."How have you been, Arella?" he asks, his voice measured, like he's trying to sound casual.I raise an eyebrow. "How have I been?" I repeat, the bitterness curling around my words before I can stop it.Seven months. Seven months of silence. Not a word from either of them. Every single family gathering between our families—declined. No messages, no explanations, nothing. And now, my father-in-law suddenly shows up at work, requesting my presence, expect
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 191: Boardroom War II
[Arella]"N-not yet, President," one of them stammers, shoulders hunched in defeat. "But we can assure you, with our budget handed over to us, we can—"I tsk, shaking my head. "Greedy, greedy, greedy—just like Deric. You won’t see a single cent from me. And if you dare make another move to disrupt my peace like this, I won’t just cut you off—I’ll reduce Ames Finances to nothing more than scraps in a flea market bargain bin."A stunned silence settles over the room. The weight of my words crushes any lingering defiance."If accountability is truly what you seek, then start by holding yourselves responsible for your own failures. I have no time for empty demands or misplaced outrage. So do us all a favor—take your so-called accountability and escort yourselves out of my conference room immediately before I make that decision for you."The man in the brown suit reddens with anger, jabbing an accusing finger in my direction. "You… you—"But no words come. I watch as they all file out, dej
