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[Arella] "What's wrong?" Lincoln pulls me closer, his strong arms encircling me like a fortress. My head finds solace against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding me. "She's getting better, Linc. She's actually getting better." My voice cracks with emotion, and my fingers clutch at his shirt as if holding onto this moment will make it last forever. I feel his smile, warm and reassuring, as his jaw rests gently on my forehead. "Is that why you're crying?" he asks softly, his deep voice laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement. A small laugh escapes my lips, shaky and tear-streaked, as I lift my head. "It's the damn pregnancy hormones. I'm actually very happy. Too happy." I sniffle, swiping at my cheeks, embarrassed but too overcome to care. "You're adorable," he says, his eyes glimmering with an emotion so intense it steals my breath. Heat floods my cheeks, and I look away, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. Why does he always manage to look at
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[Lincoln] The whole feel of Sawyer estate changes as soon as my car pulls up to the curb. The air feels thicker here, a stale, heavy weight pressing down like it's been waiting for me. My long, heavy steps echo through the quiet, each one carrying me closer to what feels like an inevitable confrontation. I barely nod at the staff's greetings, too focused, too restless, as I make my way upstairs. My mind races, an angry storm brewing inside me. I turn quickly at the top of the stairs, pushing open the door with little care. The heavy wood groans in protest. "S-sir," the Albert stutters, his voice high-pitched with anxiety. He’s startled, practically jumping out of his skin, when I push open the inner tea room. The sound of the tray he’s holding crashing to the floor. "Where's she?" I growl at him and he looks back up at me, stunned. "Don't act fucking dumb today, Albert. Open that door." My voice comes out cold, too calm for the anger that roils under the surface. I want
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[Arella] Twenty minutes earlier. Pushing open the car door, the acrid smell of smoke fills my nostrils. My legs tremble beneath me, shaky and unsteady, as I step out into the chaos. A dull ache pulses in my head like a relentless drumbeat. The driver exits too, a small gash on his forehead oozing blood. Relief floods me as I see he’s otherwise unharmed. “Madam, are you okay?” His voice is frantic, his eyes wide with panic. “Yes, yes, I’m fine. The car?” I mutter, brushing off his worry as I briskly approach our vehicle. Our car seems almost untouched, only minor scrapes visible. But the other car... it’s a crumpled wreck, metal twisted and mangled as if it were paper. The stark contrast makes my stomach churn. A cough breaks through the heavy silence, dragging my attention to the smashed vehicle. Then it hits me—there are people in there. “There are people inside!” I yell, panic lacing my voice as I race toward the wreckage. My driver hurries behind me, and together we st
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[Lincoln]My drive to the hospital is a blur of passing speed limits and tightly coiled tension. Zach has been texting me updates every five minutes—says she's fine, says she's getting first aid, says she didn’t suffer any major injuries, says she’s okay. But I’ll believe that when I see it. When I see her.A photo of the explosion was forwarded to me, and I grit my teeth so hard I can almost feel them cracking. When I find out who did this... Dread fills me at the thought of what could’ve happened if I hadn’t reinforced all my vehicles with impact-resistant designs. The thought of losing her gnaws at my mind, sharp and unrelenting. She could’ve been gone. Just like that. The universe seems to enjoy tossing curveballs at me—like it lives to stir up trouble, to see how much more I can take before I snap.“Where’s she?” I ask immediately, stepping out of the car and tossing my keys to Zach.“At the highest floor, sir. Getting her treatment,” he says.I nod gravely, my footsteps carryi
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[Arella]"I'm sorry," I mutter in a low voice, my throat tightening as I try to free my hand from his grasp. His hand feels warm, firm, and unrelenting, a silent plea in his grip that makes my chest ache. "I'm sorry, but please let me do this, Linc."His jaw clenches hard, the muscle twitching as though he's physically holding himself back. His hazel eyes burn into mine, a storm of emotions swirling within them—anger, fear, desperation."Let's not go back and forth with this. I won't let you. I said I'll find a way," he says, his voice soft now, almost pleading.The yearning in his eyes is like a weight pressing on my soul. A part of me wants to stop, to listen to him, to let him protect me the way he always does. But a louder, more resolute part of me screams that this is what I have to do—what I should do."Please," I whisper, my voice barely audible.He lets go of my hand, his fingers running through his dark hair in frustration. His movements are sharp, almost helpless. "I don't l
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[Lincoln]A week has passed since the blood transfusion scare. A week since I thought I lost her. Hell, I still can’t shake the memory of her scream. The way my heart nearly stopped, the cold sweat on my skin, the crushing weight of fear. But here she is, in my car, with that mischievous glint in her eyes as she reapplies her lipstick. The scent of her perfume mixes with the faint hum of the engine and the soft rush of the morning air through the slightly open window."You're giving me that look again," Arella says, rolling her eyes, the car’s interior light catching the small flicker of her long lashes."What look?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, genuinely curious.She smirks, her lips pressing together with a teasing tilt. "The 'oh, you're so surreal look.""But you are surreal," I say seriously, keeping my gaze locked on her as the car hums along the road.Her cheeks warm with a flush, and I can't help but admire how easily she can go from playful to shy in an instant. She's here,
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[Lincoln]I claim her lips again, pulling her back to me, because I can’t let this moment go. I pour every single emotion I feel into it—not because I can't say it, but because she’s too scared to admit it. To us.She’s breathless, her chest heaving slightly as she pulls away, smiling so beautifully that my heart skips a beat. I think I fell for her even more in that second."Good luck on your meeting with the mayor," I add, though I don’t really want her to go."Bye," she whispers, her voice hushed and filled with warmth, as she hurries away with a flushed face, and it’s almost too much. I watch her disappear into the building, a part of me wishing I could just pull her back to me, keep her safe from the world.I reach the office in less than half an hour, my thoughts still lingering on her, all the while ignoring calls from my father. Immediately, I settle into my office, the door clicking shut behind me. Janet places a cup of coffee before me, the aroma of dark roast filling the r
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[Arella]There's only one thing I can do right now, and that's hope. Hope for the best. Hope that the old man will get out of his coma. Hope that we can find his family.It’s already a miracle that I haven’t lost my baby. My miraculous baby. The thought fills me with a bittersweet ache, but it also makes me question everything. Would I even be a good mother? I’ve made so many poor decisions already, ones that didn’t put my precious baby first. I almost died. I could feel myself dying that day. The memory makes my stomach churn, but somehow, by some miracle, my baby and I survived.The elevator dings open, the sharp sound yanking me from my thoughts. I push all those melancholic feelings to the back of my mind. It’s time to work.Without wasting much time at the office, Bridget, Sasha, and I head downtown for our rescheduled meeting with the mayor. As I smooth down my burgundy blazer, I silently marvel at how Bridget managed to pull this off. Whatever magic she worked, damn, am I grate
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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
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 198
[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
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 196
[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
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 195
[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
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 194
[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
The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 192: A Father's Regret
[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
