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96: Her Past II
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[Lincoln]Blinking out the horrors of that night, arella looks at me with a sad smile. “I don’t know what would have happened if she hadn’t decided to come back for his signature. I would have never met her. I wouldn’t have been saved—”She lets out an oof as I pull her into my arms, unable to stop myself. Squeezing her tightly, rage unlike anything I’ve felt before floods my lungs. A sudden, unmistakable urge to watch that man bleed to death overwhelms me. It’s primal. It’s raw. And it’s pain—pain at what she had to go through as a young girl.“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I mutter into her hair, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m so sorry, Ella.”She pats my back softly, like she’s trying to comfort me. Me, of all people.“It’s not your fault. Don’t feel sad,” she murmurs, her voice light but steady. “He was hanged. Turns out he’d been taking advantage of so many girls in our orphanage. I was just very lucky. And even luckier to meet my mother, Anastasia. She was an angel, L
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[Arella] “Arella,” the old man—my grandfather—says softly. It feels strange, foreign even, referring to him like this, the weight of it settles in my chest, but I swallow the lump forming in my throat and mutter a, “Hello, sir,” instead. His face falls slightly at my response, disappointment etched in his expression. I keep my gaze steady on his features, noting the stark differences from the last time I saw him. He looks healthier today—his face fuller, no longer sunken. He’s wearing an expensive, custom-made suit, one that practically screams wealth and authority. It’s the same polished look Lincoln usually carries. Who was this man? The aura around him, the commanding tone of his voice—it was overwhelming. My thoughts spiral as his expression softens. He gestures for us to come inside, his gaze briefly flickering to Lincoln. The moment his eyes land on my husband, his brows furrow slightly. I sit down across from him, and Lincoln does the same beside me, visibly uncomfor
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Author's Note:Hey, my loves!I’ve made a few tiny changes to this chapter, and yes, I know, this is a repetition of the previous one. But please promise me you’ll read it anyway! My editor is on a much-needed break right now, but rest assured, I’ll edit it and cut off this chapter to make it perfect soon.Thank you so much for your patience and for being the absolute best readers ever! You guys are my sunshine on the cloudiest days, and I can’t tell you how much I adore every single one of you.Sending you all the love and hugs! (♡˶ˆ ³ ˆ˶)♡*** [Arella] “Arella,” the old man—my grandfather—says softly.It feels strange, almost wrong, to think of him as my grandfather. The word feels heavy, like it doesn’t belong. My chest tightens, and I swallow hard to push down the lump in my throat. Forcing myself to speak, I manage a quiet, “Hello, sir,” instead. His face falls slightly at my response, disappointment etched in his expression. I keep my gaze steady on his feature
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[Arella]I tense instinctively. Did I hear him right, or was it just my imagination?"What do you mean, by—"My words halt as we stop abruptly in front of a massive, dome-shaped building. My brain scrambles to process, my heart still rattling from whatever bombshell he was about to drop. I recognize this place instantly—a public center. Well, public in name only.In reality, only the rich and famous got to step foot inside. But why the hell were we here?The car door opens on his side, and immediately, a wheelchair is waiting. A man, dressed in all-black attire—suit crisp, glasses perched in that bodyguard-ish way—moves to assist him down. His movements are fluid, professional, like he’s done this a hundred times before.A soft buzzing noise catches my attention as he presses something into the intercom.From the corner of my eye, I see another car pull up. My stomach loosens slightly when I recognize it—Lincoln’s. A small sigh escapes my lips. At least I’m not completely alone in wha
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[Arella] Shock. Utter shock. That was the look on the brown-suit man’s face—his pale complexion standing stark against the blinding overhead lights. A dash of horror flickers in his expression, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. “B-Brother?” he chokes out, the words barely escaping his lips. Oh. So, they’re brothers. The entire dome falls into a tense, suffocating silence. The only sounds left are the constant flashing of cameras and the electric tension crackling between them—so sharp, it could slice through steel. The air feels thick, oppressive, like it’s been drawn out of the lungs of everyone in the room, leaving only the harsh hum of anticipation. “It seems that there must’ve been a misunderstanding,” Grandfather says smoothly as I stop at the base of the stage, trying to steady my shaking hands on the cold, unforgiving handles of my wheelchair. A spotlight shifts toward us, casting an intrusive glare over my skin. My body heats up, though I can’t q
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[Lincoln]How could one woman suffer so much, man, in such a little amount of time?A small, irrational part of me is beginning to think I’m the jinx in her life. She hasn’t had a moment of peace since I came into it. Logically, I know that’s ridiculous, but I can’t shake the feeling. It’s like the universe took one look at her finally catching a break and said, Oh? You thought?Confusion, anger, and pure shock roll off my wife in waves as she sobs in my arms—her safe space. The weight of her emotions presses into my chest, each shudder of her body resonating deep within me. I hold her tighter, my grip firm yet reassuring. I’m glad she’s letting go with me, trusting me to keep her safe.The soft glow of the car’s interior light casts a dim halo around her trembling form, highlighting the tear tracks staining her flushed cheeks. Outside, the world continues as if nothing just shattered inside her—city lights blurring past the tinted windows, horns blaring in the distance, the occasiona
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[Arella]Six black cars roll up our front yard in a dramatic fashion, kicking up dust as they glide to a halt with an air of untouchable importance. For a second, I feel like I’ve been transported into one of those over-the-top telenovelas Ava always forces me to watch with her these days. How did he even find my home?Then again, he’s a Walcott—I’m sure he can get whatever he wants with the snap of a damn finger.Lincoln comes up beside me, his body rigid, a tense energy rolling off my husband, his presence like a storm waiting to break. I don’t even have to look at him to feel the sheer force of his unspoken disbelief and fury vibrating off him in waves.And yet, strangely enough, I feel calm.I mean, sure—I woke up today as the sole heir to one of the biggest conglomerates in America. But yeah, it’s nothing much.The first to step out of the vehicles are the bodyguards. Their confidence is practically identical to the men Lincoln has stationed throughout the compound—rigid, sharp,
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[Arella]"It is your right," he shifts, staring directly into my eyes. "I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I’d let it slip away into unworthy hands."I wipe a hand over my face, frustration bubbling up. "And you think I’m a worthy hand? For God’s sake, you don’t even know me. What if all this turns out to be fake, and I’m just some doppelganger? I mean, this kind of thing happens all the time, right? People walk around pretending to be someone else, living someone else’s life."His look is… unimpressed. Typical. He doesn’t get it, and honestly? I don’t get it either. I mean, who would? I barely know myself right now, let alone understand why any of this is happening. If I didn’t feel like I was already drowning, I’d probably laugh at how ridiculous this whole thing is.He sighs, bitterness thick in his voice. "I’m sorry," he says, his tone laced with annoyance. "But the guy who wrecked my life was about to hand the whole business over to his kid—the same kid who can’t ev
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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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3 MONTHS LATER[Arella]"Grandpa really outdid himself this time, Mila," I laugh under my breath, wide-eyed as I take in the mansion decked out like something straight out of a storybook. I should’ve known better when he said he’d ‘take care of everything.’ With Grandpa, that’s just secret code for ‘go big enough to make even fairy tales jealous.’Mila giggles, but then her face goes pale. "Well, we all know how–"She cuts herself off, rushing to her son, who’s happily stuffing his face with edible flowers."Oh my God, Wayne! Spit that out!" she yells, running after him."No no! Cakeee!" he laughs, trying to run away.I roll my eyes and snatch the small board of tasks from her hands. "Looks like you’ve got your hands full already with this little turd," I mutter, pinching Wayne’s chubby cheeks. He sticks his tongue out at me, playful as ever. I shake my head and take the board from her, walking around the room, coordinating with the staff to make sure everything’s perfect.****"Why a
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
