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20: Wine On Sapphire
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2024-11-29 19:48:17
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 21: Cry For Help
[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
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-29The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 22: I'm Here Now
10 Minutes Earlier[Lincoln]I watch Arella walk away, her figure disappearing into the crowd. My jaw tightens as I turn my cold gaze back to Deric and Vivian, glaring particularly at her. She’d be stupid if she thinks we believed her excuse about the spill not being on purpose.Deric clears his throat, his expression carefully neutral, and gives me a smile. "Mr. Sawyer, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the big oil merge coming up. You see, the last time we spoke abou—""Sir," Janet’s voice interrupts from beside me, cutting Deric off. Her tone is crisp, urgent. "Mr. Thompson is already here. I didn’t want to interrupt your dance, but he is getting crankier by the second."I stiffen, my frustration barely contained. The reminder of why I even attended this pointless gala claws at my mind. Business obligations always come first."Where is he now?""In one of the lounges, sir."I follow her lead, my steps brisk, past the clinking glasses and murmured conversations. We enter a q
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-30The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 23: Safe But Shaken
[Arella]Lincoln lets me back down gently, and I can feel his anger bubbling as he stalks toward Deric, who's yelling at the top of his voice."Can someone tell me what's Omph!—"His words are cut short as Lincoln grips his collar tightly.""You! This is on you!" Lincoln's voice thunders, his fury palpable. "Is this how you organize a gala? Allowing any random degenerate to slip in unnoticed? Look at that drunkard over there!" He points sharply toward Frank, his tone seething with disdain. "He tried to assault Arella!"Gasps echo around us, and I realize they’re from Vivian, Kaitlin, and a few others from the party. Something feels off about they way they all piled in at once—very off—but I’m too stunned to speak, too scared to say anything. My hand instinctively goes to my stomach. Did I lose my baby? The thought creeps in, and my heart twists painfully. Surely that would be too much of a stretch… right?"That’s not a drunkard! He’s my friend!" Deric’s eyes turn to me, blazing with
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-30The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 24: Untold Secrets
[Arella] The steady beeping sound of a machine slowly lures me awake. My head feels heavy, like it’s stuffed with cotton. Where am I? My eyes flutter open to find walls that are sterile and white. The smell of antiseptic fills my nose as a lady in a white coat looms above me. “Good, you’re awake. How do you feel now, ma’am?” she asks, helping me sit up slowly. I blink, my mind clearing. Last night comes rushing back. I must have fainted. “I feel okay. Just a little groggy.” She nods and continues her checks. I wonder where Lincoln is, he probably left already. That thought makes me sad and I don't know why. “Do you know where the man—” “You mean your husband, right?” the doctor interrupts with a wide grin. “He just stepped out a few minutes ago. He watched you all night, you know. Such a loving man.” My ears perk up. My husband? Is she talking about Lincoln? He watched me all night? I feel my cheeks heat up, a pink flush spreading across my face. But thoughts of
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-30The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 25: Found Out
[Arella]"Accept the papers, Kaitlin. I quit."The office feels suffocating, the sharp scent of stale coffee and papers only adding to the tension. Kaitlin’s eyes flash with fury as she snatches the papers from my hand with a sneer."Frank was right after all. You’re just a sleazy bitch that’s managed to cling to another big shot."Her words feel like sharp knives aimed at me, but I refuse to flinch. They bounce off me like air as my face remains impassive. I won't give her the satisfaction of a reaction."I will not be paying the fine, Kaitlin," I state firmly, my voice unwavering despite the storm building inside me.Seconds pass before she bursts into laughter. The sound like a fork scraping a chalkboard, against my ears."You think I’ll let you quit without the fine of a thousand dollars? Or do you think, because Lincoln Sawyer is backing you up, you’re a queen now? Look here, let me tell you—"Slamming my hand on her desk, the sharp thud echoes across the small room. She squea
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-30The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 26: Pushed Down
[Arella] “You’re fucking pregnant with my child, you shameless woman!” The venom in Deric’s voice strikes me like a slap. My eyes widen, and my heart slams against my ribs. “What are you even saying? I’m not pregnant!” I yell, yanking at his iron grip on my wrist. My palms are clammy, and a cold sweat trickles down my back as panic claws at me. How did he find out? Was it because I threw up? Am I showing any other signs? “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” I manage, my voice trembling despite my best efforts. “Liar!” he spits, his face contorted with anger. “Okay, fine! I’m pregnant! But it’s not yours, so back off!” I glare at him, hoping to pierce through his delusion. He’s always been infuriating since getting together with Vivian, but this... this is just madness. His grip tightens as his eyes blaze with an unhinged fury. His fingers latch onto my jaw, squeezing painfully, forcing me to face him. His breath is hot, stifling, and reeks of arrog
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-30The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 27: The Truth
[Lincoln]"Open your eyes. C'mon, Ella, open your eyes!" I keep shaking her, desperation making my voice hoarse. Her face is pale, too pale, like all the life is draining out of her. There’s blood—so much blood—pooling under her legs, staining the pristine floor of the stairwell. My blood runs cold, and my hands tremble as I scoop her limp body into my arms. The metallic scent of blood fills my nostrils, mixing with the faint aroma of her vanilla perfume. My eyes dart to the top of the stairs. And there he is. Deric. His face is frozen in shock, his mouth slightly open. Fury slams through me, hot and unrelenting, like fire coursing through my veins. My fists clench, my knuckles aching with the need to hurt him. But Deric isn’t what matters right now. Arella is. Her head lolls against my chest as I move briskly toward the car, my heart pounding. Every second feels like a lifetime. My throat tightens, and I shout at my driver, my voice raw and unrecognizable. "To the hos
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-30The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 28: The Truth II
[Lincoln]Quietly, I slip into the chair beside Arella’s bed, the sterile smell of antiseptic filling my nose. Her pale face is lit by the soft glow of the hospital lights, and the steady beeping of the heart monitor serves as a haunting reminder of how close I came to losing her. Taking her hand in mine, I feel the warmth of her skin, a small reassurance that she’s still here.It’s been two days already. The doctors say her condition is stable, but if that’s true, why hasn’t she opened her eyes? My chest feels heavy, my mind racing with unanswered questions. Clasping her small hand a little tighter, I bring it to my lips, the desperation in my voice breaking through.“Wake up, Arella. Please.”She stirs, a faint movement that sets my heart pounding. Her lashes flutter, and slowly, like the most magical thing in the world, she opens her eyes. Relief floods me, but it’s short-lived as her eyes widen, fear overwhelming them.“No! My baby!” she cries, her hand flying to her stomach.
Huling Na-update : 2024-11-30
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 204: Memories Don't Lie II
~PRESENT~[Lincoln]“Yes, it's me”, she whispers softly. “It's really you, Lincoln. I'm not d-dreaming, am I?”Her voice slams into me like a ghost of something I should remember. Like the echo of a dream I was never supposed to forget. It's soft... broken... but it shreds through me. It drags something deep inside of me, an aching emptiness, a piece of me that I didn’t even know was missing. And it pulls at me, hard.“Where are you now, Lincoln?” she asks, and I want to respond, but it’s like the words won’t come out.My chest tightens so fast it knocks the air from my lungs. My fingers tremble, gripping the phone like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth, to the reality I’m struggling to hold on to.And then I hear it again. “Where are you? Why aren’t you s-saying anything?”Everything else fades—the room, the air, even my own thoughts. It’s just her. That voice. Like I’ve been searching for it in every silence, never knowing I was looking for it, never knowing that
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 203: Memories Don't Lie
[Lincoln]~THREE HOURS EARLIER~“This isn't over, boy.”“I think it already is, Thompson.”These two lines have been haunting me, looping like a broken record in the back of my mind since I rolled out of bed this morning. It’s from that dream, the one I can’t shake, no matter how hard I try. It felt more like a memory than a dream. The setting was some kind of grand celebration, flashing lights, the hum of voices, champagne bubbles bursting mid-air—but everything else was smeared and hazy... everything except Dan’s face.His name definitely isn’t Dan.That venom in his eyes when he spat those words—“this isn't over”—it wasn’t the kind of hate you dream up. It was real. A sharp, burning thing that dug into my spine and left scorch marks. He stormed off in the dream, dragging Chloe behind him like a rabid dog on a leash. But even then, no, especially then, I knew her name isn’t Chloe either. It’s Lisa.Too many slip-ups. Too many weird details they pretend not to notice. I’m not stupid,
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 202: Heartbeats And Truths
[Arella]My eyes widen as I stare, mouth agape at Deric and Vivian. What? Rising to my feet, my hands tremble uncontrollably."What are you saying, Deric?" My voice cracks as the words leave, trembling with disbelief. But his eyes… they don’t meet mine. They’re locked on Vivian’s, like she’s the only thing he can see.She looks like death just kissed her. Her already pale face has lost all color, her lips trembling like a leaf in a storm."Answer my question, Vivian! You were behind the wheel of that truck, weren’t you?!" He thunders, his voice slashing through the tension like a blade, making her flinch violently.Anger. Hot, white, scalding anger surges through me like a wildfire, burning away the confusion and planting rage in its place. My mind scrambles, backtracking, clawing at the past for any clue—anything—that could’ve pointed to this. My blood turns to lava under my skin."I-I—" she bursts into tears, her sobs a jagged mess. Crumpling forward, she clutches her head like it’s
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 201: The Interrogation
[Arella]"Help! Let me out of here! I've been kidnapped! Help!"I roll my eyes, stepping into the room where Vivian’s been locked up for the past two days. She hasn’t been much use, barely stirring after I beat her up—guess I went too hard. But that’s not my problem. The woman had it coming.I take the keys from Zach’s hand, turn them in, and push open the door with force, the impact sending Vivian stumbling to the floor.Her terrified eyes trail up my blazer, finally meeting mine. They widen in shock.“Y-You? How… So, I wasn’t dreaming?”I chuckle lightly, unable to hide the satisfaction in my voice.“You sure as hell weren’t.”Vivian clutches her head, her face twisted in confusion and fear as she screams, “Help! Help! This crazy woman kidnapped me!”I smirk, rolling my shoulders back.“The only crazy person here is you, Vivian.”She yelps in terror, scrambling to her feet. “Scream as loud as you want. This penthouse is soundproof.”Her face pales as the reality sinks in. She looks
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 200: Find The Truth
[Lincoln ]My stomach growls, a reminder that I haven’t eaten much in the past few days, but it’s hard to enjoy food when everything feels off. I carry my plate of burnt toast from the kitchen into the small, dimly lit living room where I’ve been summoned for breakfast. The space feels cramped, its walls a dull beige that only adds to the weight in the air. Dan and Chloe are already seated, exchanging hushed words.“Good morning, baby,” Chloe says, offering me a smile as I draw nearer, the kind of smile that’s meant to soothe but only makes the pit in my stomach grow heavier. I can't find it in me to return it, so I just nod at both of them, my voice flat as I mutter a stiff, “Good morning.”Dan’s eyes are sharp on me, studying me in a way that’s too knowing, too calculating. I wonder if he can see the change in me, the shift in the way I’ve been acting since I overheard that conversation between them a week ago. It’s like something inside me cracked open, and I can’t unhear what I he
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 199: Escape Or Confrontation? II
[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. S
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 198: Escape Or Confrontation?
[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 ag
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 197: One Step Closer
[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, g
