All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Relentless Desire : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I'd never spoken up so fiercely in defense of someone before. Seeing Zachary like that ignited a fierce need to protect him. When he saw me stand up for him, his eyes filled with appreciation. I knew my words had hit Richard where it hurt. Guys like him—spoiled since childhood—couldn't stand being told they were inferior, especially in areas they prided themselves on.Sure enough, Richard's face darkened instantly, and he glared at me, teeth clenched. "You dare lecture me?"He sized me up, then suddenly yanked me into his arms. "Oh, I thought you were some innocent little thing, but turns out you've got your eye on my brother. What, trying to climb the social ladder? Why not play with me instead..."Before he could finish his disgusting words, Zachary lunged at him, grabbing his collar in one swift motion. His voice was icy cold, like a chill straight from hell. "Richard, if you dare speak to Shelia like that again, I'll tear your mouth apart!"Richard was caught off guard by Zacha

I carried the fondant cake I had made for Ada, pushing through the revolving doors of a luxury shopping mall. Classical music played softly in the background, the surroundings opulent and gleaming. I had thought Ada, this big celebrity, and I had become close, almost like friends. But now, her agent wasn’t answering calls, and she hadn’t replied to my messages. I’d been searching everywhere for her. Finally, I spotted her at the entrance of an upscale jewelry store.“Ada! I finally found you.” I squeezed past a group of girls who were screaming excitedly into their phones, making my way toward Ada. She was wearing sunglasses, casually browsing through the jewelry.“What are you doing here?” Ada took off her sunglasses, frowning slightly, clearly annoyed.I raised the cake I had brought. "Ada, I made your favorite fondant cake. The wedding situation was a misunderstanding, but we’ve got a solution ready."She didn’t even reach for it. Her eyes skimmed over the cake with disdain,

The rain poured down harder, and a gust of wind ripped the umbrella right out of my hand. Hugh was drenched, clinging tightly to me, and I could feel his body trembling from the cold. If this went on, he was definitely going to get sick. Despite his strong physique, he was prone to catching colds. Driving in this kind of storm would be dangerous too. Damn it, that stupid sympathy of mine was flaring up again!“You’re soaked. Come inside,” I said, pulling him toward my apartment, mentally cursing myself for being so soft-hearted.He followed me in without hesitation, using the handkerchief I gave him to dry his hair while glancing curiously around my place. “I had no idea you lived in such a big house. Even though we’re divorced, I feel like I barely know you.”It was true—my house was large, six floors with a basement wine cellar. This was Hugh’s first time inside.“My brother is still home, so let’s go to my bedroom,” I said as we quietly made our way upstairs.Seeing that I

Just as I was about to lose myself in his tender advances, a sudden knock on the bathroom door jolted me back to reality. The sound was so clear, it pulled me right out of my daze.“Shelia, are you okay in there? Why are you taking so long?” It was my brother's voice! It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over me, snapping me awake. Damn it! How could I forget that my brother was still waiting for me outside?Panicking, I quickly pushed Hugh away, breaking free from our entanglement as I tried to steady my racing heart and disheveled emotions.“I... I’m fine. I just wanted to soak a bit longer. I’ll come down in a bit, don’t worry,” I called out, doing my best to sound calm.“Alright then, I’m heading out for a while. There are some desserts on the table for you,” my brother replied, his voice filled with the usual warmth and affection, which only made me feel even more awkward.“Thanks, brother,” I responded quickly, eager to get him to leave. When I turned back arou

I’ve always been a playboy, treating every woman like a fleeting distraction—until I met her, Zia. She was the one who brought a different kind of light into my life.It was a sunny afternoon when I first saw her in the corner of the library, flipping through a book. She was like a gentle stream, quietly flowing into my restless heart. She was nothing like the other women I’d been with—calm, refined, with an air of intellect. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. After all, the women I’d been involved with before? If I wanted to, I could have them right then and there, even in a classroom.But with Zia, it was different. I went all out, showering her with romance and surprises, hoping she’d look at me a little longer, stay by my side just a moment more. I didn’t know what true love was, but I knew I wanted to change for her.She began to warm up to me too, always replying to my messages. But now, she’d been silent for hours. Where had she gone? Why wasn’t she responding? Frustrat