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66: A Pleasant Surprise
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[Arella] Lincoln's aunt walks in, her step poised and graceful, the subtle click of her heels echoing in the spacious dining room. A faint almost pungent perfume trails behind her, but the smile on her lips doesn’t quite reach her sharp eyes—or maybe that’s just my paranoia kicking in. "Trixy, what are you doing here?" Mother-in-law asks, her tone pleasant but her narrowed eyes betraying her irritation. "Why? Can't I come visit Lincoln anymore?" The way she's says it, her voice saccharine-sweet, makes me want to roll my eyes. The undercurrent of hostility between the two women is so thick, I feel like I need a knife to cut through it. "I did not mean it that way," Mother-in-law retorts, her jaw tightening. The air grows heavy with tension. Lincoln clears his throat, his baritone cutting through the awkward atmosphere. "Welcome, Aunt. Come sit. We're having dinner." She gives Mother-in-law a smug glance before gliding over to a chair, her movements calculated and deli
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[Deric] "This is what we have to do, Deric," she cuts me off with that innocent smile that always seems to melt my resolve. But not today. Not with this. "There’s no need for that. Someone already has it covered. She’ll do a perfect job." Vivian stiffens beside me, her hands balling into fists as her nails dig into her palms. I can see the anger simmering beneath the surface. "But I wanted to—" "But nothing, Vivi," Mr. Thompson cuts her off again, his voice a low, commanding tone. My brows furrow. Vivi? Since when did he start calling her Vivi? The way he says it doesn’t sit right with me, like they share some unspoken understanding. Her shoulders slump angrily, and there’s a fire in her eyes that I haven’t seen in a while. She looks like she wants to say something, but she bites her lip, holding it in. "Now, the plan for Sawyer Group is this. Since I already have…" The more they talk, the more my mind drifts away. The words blur into a dull hum in the background. All I can
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[Arella] 'ONE HOUR EARLIER' "We can go during the weekend, Linc. I promise I'm fine." "Are you sure?" Lincoln's deep, husky voice bubbles over the phone, sending involuntary tingles all over me. My cheeks heat up as I sink into my chair. Does pregnancy make women, you know….more horny? Because I don’t understand myself around Lincoln these days. It’s like my hormones have been hijacked. "Ella, your dizzy spells have been—" "Please trust me, Linc. I got this." He grumbles, his voice low and gravelly. "You're so stubborn." I let out a chuckle, twirling a pen in my hand. "Bye, hubby." "Hubby, huh? I never realized you were so mushy, Ella." I yelp, nearly dropping my pen, at Bridget’s voice. She struts into my office in a flaring pale pink gown. Her hair is styled into loose curls, she’s clearly not in work mode. "Bridge, you startled me!" She laughs, plopping onto the chair across from me. "I’ve been at the door for ages, Ella. You were too engrossed with lover boy
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[Arella]Apart from the soft clinking of chopsticks and the hum of distant conversations, the restaurant is fairly quiet. The smell of soy sauce and stir-fried vegetables fills the air, mixing with the faint aroma of jasmine tea. I sit on a wooden chair, its deep red cushion elegant.It's been roughly two minutes since I sat down, and she hasn't said a word. Not one word. But her eyes—sharp and judgmental—tell me all the things her mouth doesn't. They rake over me with open disdain, as if I’m something unpleasant she’s forced to tolerate.“I can see why my grandson got charmed by you. You're a pretty little thing indeed," she begins, her voice smooth but icy, like a blade cloaked in silk.Anger, slow and hot, burns up my chest. Pretty little thing? What am I, a doll on display? The way she says it, like I'm no different from... from—I clench my fists under the table, the nails digging crescents into my palms. I force those thoughts out of my mind, swallowing the bitter retort ri
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[Arella]My blurry gaze shifts to the man storming toward us, his sharp footsteps echoing in the tense atmosphere. His expression is thunderous, a storm of rage written on his face. Not just any man, but… Deric Smith? You've got to be kidding me.For a second, I’m too stunned to move. The scent of spilled soup mingles with the faint aroma of soy sauce from nearby tables. My wet hair clings to my face, soup trickling down my neck, adding to my humiliation.His eyes don’t meet mine; they’re laser-focused on Lincoln’s grandmother, burning with fury."Why the fuck would you do that to her?" he yells, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. Heads turn at the commotion. I feel the weight of their stares, making the heat on my cheeks even worse.Lincoln’s grandmother freezes, her lips parting in surprise before she recovers with a smirk. She turns her sharp gaze back to me, her smile venomous."Is this one of your lackeys?" she sneers.I want to retort, but my throat tightens. Before
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[Lincoln]“C'mon, Ella, open your eyes,” I plead, shaking her slightly. My voice cracks, betraying the panic clawing at my chest. Her face is so pale, so unnervingly still, I almost feel like I’m holding a lifeless doll.“Drive faster!” My voice thunders, raw with urgency, urging the driver on. The air in the car feels suffocating, thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. My hands tremble as I cradle her closer.She’s bleeding. She’s fucking bleeding! What had they done to her?My mind is a whirlwind, flashing back to the vision of her in Deric’s arms. My blood boils in my veins, rage simmering just below the surface. What had they planned? What the hell kind of sick game were they playing?Gritting my teeth, I whisper more to myself than to her, “C'mon, Ella, stay with me.”Her head lolls against my chest, her warmth slipping away by the second. A small part of me is screaming that I’m losing her, and that terrifies me more than I’ll ever admit.“You’ll be fine, Ella. You’
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 134: back
[Arella]Vivian is the first to notice me. Her eyes widen, not just from the sting of Deric’s slap but from the fact that I saw it happen. Despite the firestorm raging inside me, a self-satisfied smirk tugs at my lips. Trouble in paradise? I wonder what woman is strong enough to break these two apart.I ignore her. She’s insignificant. My gaze zeroes in on Deric, and he’s already looking at me. His eyes also wide but hold something foreign—something sickening. Like I’m the light in his dark world. Like… how he used to look at me.Disgust coils in my stomach.He steps closer, his fingers twitching as if reaching for me. But, all I see is him, drenched in a drunken haze, tossing money at my foster mother’s dying body like she was some disposable trash.“Arella…” His voice cracks. “It’s… you. I’m not dreaming, am I?”My hand moves before I even think. The sharp crack echoes through the room, my palm meeting his cheek with enough force to tilt his head to the side. But I don’t feel the s
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 131: Need To Kill
[Arella]The ringing in my ears is deafening, a sharp, unbearable screech that drowns out everything else. My heart pounds against my ribs, hammering so hard I swear it might break through. What did she just say?"What?!" I sputter, the words barely forming as the world tilts on its axis. My throat is dry, my pulse a wild, erratic mess. I watch Ava’s lips move, the syllables barely escaping before her eyes dim."It was...Deric Smith…"Then, she collapses against my shoulder, her body going limp like a marionette doll with its strings cut.A strangled sound escapes me. Panic—raw and unforgiving—roars through my veins, squeezing my lungs like a vise."Doctor! Doctor!" I scream, my voice breaking, my hands gripping her lifeless body. It feels like an eternity before the door bursts open and the doctor rushes in, a nurse trailing behind her. They don’t hesitate. I’m shoved aside, my arms suddenly empty, and I stumble back, disoriented.My breathing is erratic, the walls pressing in, the h
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 130: I Remember Everything
[Arella]Giving Lincoln one last look of reassurance, I follow the doctor into Ava’s ward. Two nurses are flocking around her, checking her pulse. The sterile scent of the hospital room fills the air, mixing with the anxiety that seems to hang in the atmosphere. Ava’s eyes jump around, frantic, her movements tense like she’s scared that even the slightest touch will hurt her. It twists something deep inside me—this isn’t my Ava.Her eyes instinctively catch mine, and I feel a lump rise in my throat. The tears in her eyes are like a punch to the gut. She’s lost, broken, and it feels like the world has fallen apart for her."Ava?" I say softly, my voice cracking as I step closer."Ella?" she asks, her voice so fragile it feels like she’s whispering to the air, unsure if she’s truly seeing me or if I’m just a figment of her shattered mind."Hi, baby," I coo gently, moving closer. I sit on the bed beside her, wrapping my arms around her trembling body. Her arms respond immediately, but th
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Cold, sterile stench of the hospital clings to me like a second skin as I hurry down the dimly lit corridor, my pulse pounding so loudly it drowns out the sound of my heels clicking against the floor. The bright overhead lights feel too harsh, the air too cold, and my whole body is tight with panic. "Calm down," Lincoln whispers beside me, his hand finding mine, his grip firm and reassuring. Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down when my sister is in critical condition? When I am supposed to be on my honeymoon, yet here I am, sprinting toward a doctor’s office like my life depends on it? My chest heaves as I force myself to breathe, trying to push back the overwhelming fear clawing at me. Then I spot My mother-in-law, She sits stiffly in a chair outside the doctor’s office, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles have turned white. Her usually warm eyes are clouded with worry, her lips pressed into a thin, trembling line. The second she sees me, her expres
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 128: What Have I Done?
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 127: Mom's Call
[Arella]"Oh, c'mon, Lincoln, not this again."My eyes roll as a pout tugs at my lips. I know he can’t resist when I do that."Our honeymoon’s almost over—we should make the most of it," I plead, tugging his arm repeatedly like a child."We should," he finally turns to face me, a scowl on his handsome face, his deep honey brown eyes flickering with something sinful. "Like every other normal honeymooners, we should be in bed all day for the next two days before we go back."A look of horror flashes across my face, and Lincoln immediately chokes on his suppressed laugh.I take a step back, my core tightening at the memory of last night—his punishment. The way he handled me like I was nothing but his to ruin, the way his voice dropped to that deadly whisper before…No. No way in hell.His laugh settles, but his gaze doesn’t waver. He knows. He knows exactly what I’m thinking about, and I hate that. Heat rushes to my cheeks, and he clicks his tongue, his lips curving into that wicked smir
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 126: Almost Identical
[Arella]Pulling out the towel Lincoln packed for me, I wrap it around her shivering frame. Her skin is cool to the touch, damp with seawater, and her breath is still uneven from the near-drowning."Thank you," she whispers softly, almost as if she’s still in shock.“You're welco—”“Thank you!” she repeats, louder this time. But her eyes aren’t on me anymore; they’re locked onto Lincoln.My socially awkward husband, who doesn’t even acknowledge her. He just brushes past us like she doesn’t exist, heading straight for his phone on the table. No glance. No nod. Just complete, ice-cold disregard.I want to facepalm myself.Her face falls slightly, her shoulders drooping just a bit before she looks back at me with an uncertain expression. "Help me thank your brother. I really do appreciate it."My brows furrow. Brother? Did Lincoln and I look… alike? I let out an awkward laugh, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "He's my husband actually, and don't worry—he's glad to help. Jus
