All Chapters of After Divorce, The Heiress Decides to Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ALANNAThe musk of his cologne, a familiar blend of spice and woodsy warmth, filled my senses the moment I stepped through the doorway. It was a scent I hadn't realized I missed, not until his hand snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My traitorous body reacted instantly, a tremor running down my spine."Alanna," his voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down my already heated skin. His fingers, calloused from years of wielding a guitar, traced a lazy circle on the small of my back, sending a jolt of electricity through me."Nolan," the name came out a choked whisper, a battle raging within me. Part of me, the rational, angry part, wanted to shove him away, to scream at him for the hurt he'd caused. The other, more primal part, yearned for the warmth of his touch, the familiar press of his body against mine.“I am with Brad now,”He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't say his name." It wasn't a request, it was a command, laced with a possessiveness that

ALANNAToday would be that day I dread so much. I woke up early to dress in a black suit with red lipstick and red stilettos which matched with my red Louis Vuitton handbag. I needed to look my best today.Today is the day my ex-husband drags my ass to court for a custody hearing. It is funny that all the time I had been to court had been because of Nolan. When he and I divorced and when he decided to be the villain and take me the court for the custody of my children.As Angela and I got out of the car, there were a lot of press and reporters waiting at the entrance of the courtroom. The guard I had hired, stretched forth his arms by our side to shield us from their ravishing push to get an answer out of me. I bowed my hair, as the other guard stood in front of us, motioning for us to follow him and we did just that. When we got to the courtroom hallway, a few minutes before the hearing. Nolan stood by the door, he wore a navy blue tuxedo, with white long sleeves and a red tie,

ALANNAThe court adjourned its hearing till next week, I would want to spend any other day in court but this is the small price I had to pay to ensure my children don't end up with the Westbrook. Especially knowing that the witch is going for the kill, I would do anything within my power to make sure I don't let her have her way.I was about to exit the courthouse when Nolan caught up with me, it appeared like he had been sprinting when he finally caught up with me, Angela gave me a sly smile.“I will leave you two alone to talk,” she muttered, not waiting for my response, she strode away, leaving me standing there with Nolan. He is staring at me. A look I recognize all too often, a look he had given me so many times. My eyes narrowed, and I veered to face him, “You look beautiful,” he winced and I rolled my eyes.“You are unbelievable, you just dragged me to court and you are here…”I had not finished speaking when he interrupted me, “I told you it was my mother, but clearly, even

ALANNAIt was strange to see Lucas here, especially when our first meeting wasn't so glamorous. I mean, he basically acted like a spoilt beat bitching about how his mother is the Vogue lady and how he is the heir. I could also deduce from our first meeting that he didn't really like me, so seeing him seated here in the reception, waiting for me was new.I made my way to my office and then asked my secretary after some minutes to let him in. I sat in anticipation, something tells me that this isn't a friendly visit and I had already had a long day and I was in no mood to put up with more crap from anyone. Moments later, the door creaked open and he walked in with a certain kind of elegance and majestic paddle to his shoulders. He had a sly smile on and his face had a smug look, he moved towards the visitor's chair, and without being asked he sat down. Of course, how arrogant, not even a word of pleasantries. “Good day, Mr. Lucas, is quite a surprise to see you here,” I feig

NOLANNolan you would never change, it is just in your nature to always mess things up.Those words echoed in my ear as I slowly opened my eyes, I was trying to make out my environment. But my head was heavy and beating fast.It felt like a bazooka had hit me and I had landed on a bomb about to detonate. What the hell happened last night? The last coherent memory I had was lunch with Chloe. Late lunch, stretching into the early evening with far too much wine, and… damn it, that's where the gap began.“Let me help you relax,” Chloe had said to me, her hands on my chest, she slowly massaged my neck, why didn't I push her away?Did I push her away? My memory was blurry and I couldn't make out any image of me resisting her advances. Panic clawed its way up my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the missing pieces into place, but there was nothing. Just a dizzying emptiness. My breaths hitched, and with a groan, I finally forced my eyes open.Sunlight speared through the