All Chapters of The Unwanted Wife: Revenge After Divorce : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NOAHI lengthened my strides, and got into the car and zoomed off before Lucy could think of doing something stupid like following me. Just before I drove past the house, I heard her yell something about me being too drunk to drive.I supposed I was, but I didn't give a damn. I drove with the car windows all wide open to help clear my head. Amelia's party was held at an event center I had been to for a business luncheon, but it was hard to recognize it as the same place. The decorations she had put up for the event had changed the whole outlook of the place. The parking lot was full of cars and I was barely able to find a parking spot. I slammed the car door and stomped towards the entrance. The bouncer recognized me at once and hestitantly allowed me to go in. Lucy was wrong after all. I was not getting thrown out. I was bigger and better than that imposter, Damian. My name and face would get me through any door.The number of cars outside had told the right tale of attendance at t

DAMIANWith a tired grunt, I pushed the laptop away as my phone rang. The call was from Amelia. I frowned. Why was she calling? Wasn't she in the house? Glancing at the time, I concluded that she had to be indoors as it was very late. Was she calling about the Noah incident again? Maybe she needed me around to talk her out of her mood. Shame that I couldn't comfort her better."Amelia?" I said into the phone.There was no answer for a moment, and I thought she had accidentally dialed my number. Then, I heard the sound of a car zooming past. A scream followed this in a voice I instantly recognized as Amelia's. The scream had me sitting ramrod straight."Amelia?" I called, clenching the phone tightly, worry and panic trying to swamp me. "Amelia, what is going on?"And then I heard something that sent a chill up my spine.A male voice spoke in a low growl, "Stop screaming. You can't get away. Screaming will only make it tough for you.""Please. Please. Let me go. I beg you. You don't wan

AMELIA"And what the hell do you think you are doing?" I yelled as the salesman handed Lucy a pen to sign the papers.He looked up in surprise. "As you can see, I'm attending to a customer. So just hold on, and I will be right with you after I'm done attending to her."He came to stand beside Lucy and pointed at a dotted line on which she would sign."Oh no, you don't!" I hissed. I stalked forward, snatched the documents away, and flung it to the floor.Lucy sprang to her feet immediately. "What the hell are you playing at, Amelia? Why are you aggressive?”I ignored her and addressed the salesman."You will attend to me at once. I will not tolerate disrespect from you or anyone for that matter."The salesman began to turn red in the face. He pointed towards the exit. "Lady, I think you have to leave. You're causing a scene."Lucy laughed long and loud, cackling like a witch."You heard him," she smirked and inspected her painted nails. "Beat it. Obviously, this establishment is for a b

AMELIAI heard the front door open, and I was out of my seat in a flash. "Hey, Damian. How was work today?" I asked as I fell into step beside him, smiling with a cheeriness that I didn't feel and hoping this time he would thaw towards me. "Very well," he replied dryly, as usual. He kept walking, his eyes fixed as always on the stairs. Talk about being rude! I tamped down on my annoyance. "My day at work went pretty well, too," I offered. Besides the brief flash of annoyance that crossed his face whenever I mentioned the cafe, he gave no further indication that I had spoken."Have you already had dinner? I can make you something," I said in a last-ditch effort to get him to say something. "Don't bother," was the response. He stopped and turned to look at me for the first time when I began to climb the stairs after him. Up went that annoying brow. "Did you want something?" he enquired. Yes! A little friendly conversation for a start. I yelled at him, but only in my head. He

DAMIANI could not concentrate on work. I saw Amelia’s face wherever I looked: in the files I was supposed to be going through, on the screen of my computer, in my head, everywhere. I shoved my fingers through my hair and swore under my breath, irritated and angry with myself. I didn't tolerate this sort of behavior from anyone, especially my staff. I always put my company first and gave a hundred percent at work. Yet here I was, doing the same thing I loathed.My body craved Amelia's, and I wondered why she affected me this way. I had been with dozens of other women, all exceptionally beautiful and stunning, but I had never craved them the way I did Amelia. I was like a young, inexperienced boy who couldn't get enough of a woman's body. Amelia and I had made love so many times last night that I had lost count, yet all I could think of was kissing her again, hearing her moan softly, and lying in bed with her all day. I had managed to drag myself up from bed to work. Thank goodness th