All Chapters of After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AMANI At sixty-nine, Mr. Ayutthaya is a gorgeous man. Asides his toned physique, his head full of long gray hair and charming blue eyes add sparkles to his overall Lord-of-the-underworld appearance. If he wasn’t married and head-over-heels in love with his wife, he could still pull any type of woman he wanted. He’s married and going on eighty, but girls still trip over themselves just to get his attention.Asides his beauty, Mr. Ayutthaya is extremely authoritative. He’s the only man, aside from Duke, that I’ve ever seen Bhyron accord a lot of respect to.He’s the founder of Alice Global, an international pharmaceutical conglomerate that specializes in the discovery of new cancer treatments, which he named after his wife. Right now, he looks at me with those piercing blue eyes and I feel my insides slowly melt to goo.“Amani. My child.” His voice is low and filled with strangled emotion. I haven’t seen his eyes look this soft in a long while. I’m suddenly assailed with painful me

BHYRONI could feel her eyes on me through the window. Even when I couldn’t see her, I could… feel her.I shut my eyes tight, fist my fingers, lean my head against the car’s headrest and try to focus. The meeting ahead is a dangerous one. I need to focus. One fucking mistake and we would all be dead meat.But no matter how hard I try to prepare myself for what’s to come, all that occupies my mind is her.My brain conjures Images of her big, brown-chocolate eyes filled with a heady combination of fear and lust, her wet, glistening pussy, and the way she grabs onto my shirt when she’s on the verge of having a mind-blowing orgasm.Fuck! Blood rushes to my cock at the mere thought of her. I can feel my pipe thicken and throb with the need to sink into Amani’s tight pussy and stay there until I satisfy this burning urge to claim her and make her completely mine.At this point, I’m grateful that grandpa called me. Otherwise, I don’t think I could’ve stopped myself from fucking Amani until

BHYRONAnger is the most dangerous of all emotions. Coupled with hate, it can give a single man the power of ten thousand soldiers.And that’s exactly how I feel as I take one step closer to King Murder, my fists tight and trembling, my eyes blazing with bloody murder. In a heartbeat, clicking sounds of multiple guns being cocked rent the hair. I look around and soldiers of the Marie all have their guns and knives aimed at me. But the anger that currently threatens to choke me is far greater than my fear of death. I’m ready to risk it all just to poke my fingers into King Murder’s eyes. He says nothing, but I can tell he can sense my rage. He’s baiting me with silence, and that makes me even angrier.I’m just about to take another step when a hand on my arm stops me in my tracks.“Control yourself, Bhyron. Focus.”Duke. I shut my eyes tight and lower my head as shake swirls through my veins.I almost fell into temptation again. I almost lost myself. Finally, I open my eyes and st

AMANI“…him. The other captive…”At this point, I’m pretty sure I’m on the verge of losing my goddamn mind. Fear spikes through my heart as my eyes slowly dart to the thick darkness behind us. Zuri heaves a sigh and pats Mario’s back;“Are you hallucinating, big guy? Are you sure there’s really someone back there?” She asks wryly.Mario nods confidently. “Yes. You can come out, Nathan.”My heart thuds wildly as we wait for some stranger to appear from the shadows. Five seconds later, I’m about to conclude that Mario must’ve suffered some kind of head trauma when an eerie clinking sound suddenly pierces the air.I freeze, my mouth hanging open in part horror, part shock.“Wh-what was that?” I stutter, my fingers tightening around Mario’s arm. “Zuri, what was that…?”It sounds like chains crashing against the concrete floor. The first clink is followed by another, then another. The sound comes closer and closer until I’m almost quaking in my shoes.Finally, a figure materializes out of

AMAYAOne night, when I was six years old, my parents and I were playing in the snow. I don’t know what happened or how it happened, but my parents got a business call, left me outside and completely forgot about me for three hours.I almost died in the snow. I was cold to my small, brittle bones. I screamed and cried for help, but no one heard me in the blizzard until I passed out.As I stare at Bhyron’s still bleeding wound, I realize that the last time I feel such bone chilling cold was that horrible night. I’m frozen to the spot, my eyes eyes darting from the gun in my hand to the wounded man in front of me.It all happens in a blur. One moment, I’m trying to gather my scattered thoughts and the next, strong arms envelope my shoulders from behind and I’m slammed against a hard, heaving chest.Shocked, I try to speak but a cold, hard object is pressed against my temple. A man’s hot breath wafts across my ear and my shock intensifies at the voice that filters into my eardrums;“Sinc