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135: The Unfairness of It All
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Estella "What did you need to talk to me about?"I freeze at the sight of Alejandro. He fills up the doorway, his suit jacket gone and sleeves rolled up. His eyes catch on my tear-stained face.Clara squeezes my hand before standing up. "I'll give you two some privacy."I wheel myself toward the window, turning away from him to hide, desperately trying to wipe away the evidence of my breakdown. The tears won't stop though - these damn hormones making everything worse."Why are you crying, mi estrella ?" His voice is closer now, worry threading through each word."How long were you going to hide it from me?" My voice comes out steadier than I feel.He did not insult my intelligence by pretending not to understand. "Until you were stronger.""Stronger?" A laugh escapes me. "Marco's out there right now, planning God knows what, and you didn’t think to tell me? How long have you known?”"Estella—""No." I wheel myself away from him. "Don't 'Estella' me. Not now." "Just... tell me how lo
Last Updated : 2025-02-15Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 137: Cornered
Third Person POVClaudia couldn't appreciate the beauty of the setting sun over the city. She was staring at the city below, fingers gripping the stem of her untouched wine glass. Not when every shadow could hide one of Alejandro's men. Not when her nerves were shot from a week of jumping at every sound. Every noise made her flinch. People going about their lives as if nothing had happened. As if she hadn’t barely escaped death.She exhaled, rubbing her temples. One more day.That’s all she needed.She had it all planned. A new identity again, a new passport, a flight booked under a fake name. She just had to get through tonight. Then, she’d disappear—far away from Alejandro, from his wrath, from the grave she had helped dig.She pulled the curtains shut on the fortieth-floor penthouse. The same routine - check the windows, the doors, the street below. Her bodyguard, Vincent, watched with barely concealed impatience."No one's found us," he said, not for the first time. "This building
Last Updated : 2025-02-16Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 138: The Trap Is Set
Claudia's head pounded as she stared at the computer screen. The flight manifests blurred together on the screen—long lists of scheduled private jet departures, filled with coded information that only airport officials should be able to access. Three days. Three days of walking on eggshells around Marco's increasingly unstable moods. Three days of watching him spiral deeper into whatever hell prison had carved into his mind.Across the penthouse study, Marco paced in front of the window, his phone highlighted the sharpness of his face, deepening the hollowness in his eyes, the angles of his cheekbones. He had barely slept since escaping. Barely eaten. The only thing keeping him standing was sheer hatred.Hatred for Alejandro.Hatred for the empire stolen from him.Hatred for the woman who he walked away from and built something stronger."Anything?" His phone open to a business news site. The same one he'd been obsessing over for hours."Six private flights scheduled for next week."
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Third person pov Vincent stepped into the penthouse study, his military training evident in the way he scanned every corner. His eyes caught on Marco by the window, on the shattered glass by the wall, on Claudia's tense posture."Sit." Marco didn't turn from the window.Vincent ignored the order and remained standing. "I don't take commands from-""Ramos." Marco cut him off. "Carlos Ramos. That's your old war buddy, right? The one flying private charters now?"Vincent's face hardened. "How do you-""You had three tours together." Marco finally turned. "In Afghanistan. Special ops. You were both decorated for bravery, then you got out and joined the private sector.” His gaze flicked to Vincent’s gun holster. “Now you babysit billionaire leftovers while he flies them to safety.”Claudia flinched at 'leftovers' but kept her eyes on the screen. More flight data scrolled past."What do you want?"Marco's smile grew. "I want you to make a call. Tell your old buddy you've got a good juicy o
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 140: Flight Into the Unknown
Estella I stare at the open suitcase on my bed which stared right back at me, my clothes neatly folded but still not packed. My hands won’t move. How do you pack for running away? What do you take when you're leaving everything behind?My hand drifts to my stomach before I can stop it. "Still not done?" Clara appears in the doorway, arms crossed. "The car will be here in an hour."she reminds me, but I hear what she’s really saying in her mind. You can still change your mind. "I'm almost finished." I tell her as I fold the same shirt for the third time. "Just double-checking everything."She sighs and moves to sit beside me, shoving the shirt away. “You know you don’t have to do this.”"Clara-""I mean it." She grabs my hands, forcing me to look at her. "Please stay. I’m sure we can figure something else out. Alejandro-""Will die trying to protect me." The words were bitter in my throat. “You know that's what'll happen if I stay. Marco won't stop. He’ll use me as bait, hostage to
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 141: The Fall
EstellaThe private jet climbs higher into the sky, each mile taking me further from him, stretching the distance between us. Between me and the only man I have ever truly loved.I press my forehead against the cool window, watching as everything disappears beneath the clouds. Somewhere down there, I know he’s still standing on that airstrip, watching this plane carry his heart away. I wonder if he regrets it. If he wants to take it all back.My fingers trace the edge of his letter, still sealed. I couldn’t bring myself to open it yet."Ms De Luca?" The flight attendant appears with a gentle smile. "Would you like some water? We have about four hours until we reach the Amalfi Coast."Four hours. In four hours, I'll be in a foreign country, alone except for the two security men Alejandro insisted on sending with me. They sit several rows ahead."No, thank you." My voice sounds strange to my own ears.The cabin is quiet except for the hum of the engine. A middle aged businessman types o
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Alejandro One Month LaterI slam my fist into the wall, pain shooting up my arm. I welcome it. Anything to feel something other than this fucking hole in my chest.The TV drones on in the background, some society reporter standing outside the church where they're burying a goddamn empty casket. _"...the tragic death of Estella De Luca has shocked the business world. Sources close to the family say her husband, billionaire Alejandro De Luca, is too overcome with grief to attend today's service..."_I grab the remote and hurl it at the screen. Glass shatters, sparks fly. The sudden silence is almost worse.Someone knocks. I ignore it.The door opens anyway. Raúl. "Boss," he says quietly, stepping over broken furniture. My office looks like a war zone. "The funeral's starting. People are asking where you are."I don't turn to face him. My eyes remain fixed on the city skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows. Somewhere out there, she's alive. I feel it in my fucking bones."Let them
Last Updated : 2025-02-19Till Betrayal Do Us Part: Ex-Husband, Ex-Heartbreak 143: A Lead
The church is packed. Black designer suits and dresses. Photographers lining the street. I ignore them all, striding through the doors in jeans and a rumpled shirt, a month's worth of beard on my face.The service has already started. A priest drones on about loss and heaven. Empty words over an empty casket.Every head turns when I walk in. Whispers ripple through the crowd. The great Alejandro De Luca, finally broken.I don't give a fuck what they think."Mr. De Luca," the male agent says, extending his hand. I ignore it. He cleared his throat “ I am Agent Calloway and this is my partner Agent Rivera.”"You're taking a chunk of my time. Talk."They exchange glances. "We should discuss this privately."I push past them to a small building outside the church. They follow, closing the door behind them."We have reason to believe Marco Valdez was involved in sabotaging your wife's plane," Calloway says.My blood runs cold, then hot. "Tell me something I don't already know.""We found of
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EstellaThe private jet climbs higher into the sky, each mile taking me further from him, stretching the distance between us. Between me and the only man I have ever truly loved.I press my forehead against the cool window, watching as everything disappears beneath the clouds. Somewhere down there, I know he’s still standing on that airstrip, watching this plane carry his heart away. I wonder if he regrets it. If he wants to take it all back.My fingers trace the edge of his letter, still sealed. I couldn’t bring myself to open it yet."Ms De Luca?" The flight attendant appears with a gentle smile. "Would you like some water? We have about four hours until we reach the Amalfi Coast."Four hours. In four hours, I'll be in a foreign country, alone except for the two security men Alejandro insisted on sending with me. They sit several rows ahead."No, thank you." My voice sounds strange to my own ears.The cabin is quiet except for the hum of the engine. A middle aged businessman types o
