All Chapters of Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Fiona's Turn

Fiona’s POVThe door slammed behind us, the sound echoing through the empty house. Daniel's hands were on me instantly, rough and demanding. His mouth crashed mine, tasting of whiskey and barely contained rage. I knew this mood - he needed an outlet, and I was more than willing to provide it."Fuck, Fiona," he growled, pushing me against the wall. His hand sliding up my thigh, bunching my dress around my waist. "I need you. Now."I moaned as his fingers found my aching pussy, already wet and wanting. "Then take me," I challenged, nipping at his lower lip.Daniel didn't need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, he lifted me, as I grabbed his strong arms for support, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt his cock, hard and ready, pressing against me. With a grunt, he thrust inside, filling me completely, and instant."God, yes," I screamed, my head falling back against the wall. Daniel set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher. The picture frames rattled fiercely with th
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Slow Poison 

Maya's POVThe days blurred together in my gilded prison. I spread my design sketches across the bed, red pen marking adjustments here and there. The competition deadline loomed, but at least being locked up gave me plenty of time to work.My phone buzzed. Olivia."The divorce papers are almost ready," she said without preamble. "We just need to figure out how to serve them to Daniel since he's keeping you isolated."I smiled, grateful I'd demanded my phone back after the dinner at Grandfather's. "He can't keep me locked up forever. We'll find a way.""Are you eating? Taking care of yourself?""Yes, mom," I teased. Though honestly, I had been feeling off lately. Probably from being cooped up all day.The house felt different with all the new staff. The old chef, Maria, who'd been with us for years - gone. The familiar maids - replaced. Daniel's watchdogs, all of them. But it meant I didn't have to see him and Fiona flaunting their relationship, so I counted it as a win.I returned to
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Attacked her?

Maya's POVWhite light stabbed my eyes as consciousness slowly returned. The antiseptic smell hit me first, then the steady beep of machines. A hospital. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, every thought sluggish and heavy. An IV line snaked from my arm, the clear liquid dripping steadily. My tongue felt like sandpaper."Hey there." Alex's voice, soft and warm. "Take it easy."I blinked, trying to focus. He sat beside my bed, his usually immaculate suit slightly rumpled, tie loosened. Despite my fuzzy brain, I noticed the concern etched in the lines around his eyes. A folded newspaper lay abandoned on his lap, as if he'd been there a while."What happened?" My voice came out raspy, my throat raw. The words tasted like metal in my mouth."The driver found you unconscious." Alex leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "Lucky timing, really. I'd been having wine with your grandfather at the old house, and he insisted his driver take me back to the city. Thomas had to drop some
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He’s not single

Maya's POVGrandfather's presence seemed to shrink the hospital room. He stood there, radiating cold fury, his eyes fixed on the marks around Fiona's neck with an almost clinical detachment. The silence stretched, broken only by the steady beep of my heart monitor."Thomas called me," he finally said, his voice deceptively calm. "Told me my grandson locked his wife in a room and left her to faint alone. And now I find you here, Daniel, berating a sick woman in her hospital bed?""Grandfather, you don't understand." Daniel's tone shifted, that familiar oily smoothness creeping in. "Maya attacked Fiona. Look at her neck—""Oh, yes." Fiona touched her throat delicately, batting tear-filled eyes at Daniel. "I was so scared..."Grandfather's laugh was sharp enough to cut. "Scared? Those barely-there marks that look suspiciously like makeup? Did you think I wouldn't notice?"I watched Fiona's face flush, her perfect mask slipping for just a moment."Probably bumped into something and saw an
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New Beginnings

Maya's POVI sat in Olivia's pristine office, my fingers tracing the edge of her mahogany desk. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, catching on the fresh flowers she always kept. Everything about the space spoke of new beginnings – so different from the suffocating opulence of my prison."He locked you up and you fainted?" Olivia's voice was tight with controlled anger. Her normally perfect composure cracked as she paced behind her desk. "Maya, this is beyond divorce territory. We could press charges.""No charges," I said firmly, watching her heels click against the hardwood. "I just want out."She paused her pacing, pulled open her drawer, and withdrew a thick manila envelope. The weight of it felt significant as she placed it in my hands. "Final version. I've triple-checked everything."My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it. Fiona's smirking confession about the food flashed through my mind, followed by the metallic taste in my mouth, the world going black. Eve
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Old Rivalries  

Maya's POVGrandfather's knowing smile over breakfast should have warned me. He'd been particularly interested in my coffee preference this morning, watching me with that gleam in his eye that usually meant he knew something I didn't."Alex mentioned the design department's been busy," he said casually, too casually. "Must be exciting times at Thorne."I focused on stirring my coffee, grateful he couldn't see my hands shake slightly. The interview invitation sat heavy in my phone's inbox, unmentioned. "It's... interesting."His eyebrow rose fractionally. For a moment, I thought he might press further, but he just hummed and returned to his newspaper.The drive to Thorne Designs felt longer than usual. I'd chosen not to tell Alex about the interview - not a lie, exactly, just... an omission. Something I needed to do on my own merit, without complications or assumptions.The usual morning bustle of the lobby paused briefly as I stepped in. A familiar figure stood by the reception desk, h
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Raw Beauty 

"Mr. Thorne." Sophie's voice went high, desperate. "I... I wasn't..."But he was looking at me, his expression impossible to read. The air felt thick with everything we weren't saying.Alex's hand barely brushed my elbow as he guided me away from Sophie's crumbling composure. The touch was light, professional, but electricity sparked through my sleeve."I believe we're done here," he said, his voice carrying that same quiet authority I remembered from breakfast. The memory of his knowing smile made my cheeks warm.The elevator doors closed on Sophie's stunned face. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, my portfolio clutched against my chest like a shield.“Thank you.” I tried to speak in a steady voice, masking any hint of emotion, but deep down, I couldn’t help wondering why he always seemed to catch me at my most vulnerable moments."There's a place around the corner," Alex said as we descended. "Best mushroom risotto in the city."It wasn't really a question. But then
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Sign Them

Daniel's POVThe divorce papers sat on my desk like a personal insult. Late afternoon sun slanted through my office windows, catching on Maya's signature. Each stroke felt like a slap, like she was finally daring to defy me.Ridiculous. Absolutely fucking ridiculous.I took another sip of scotch, letting the liquid burn. Memories of our early days flooded back - how perfectly she'd fit into my world, so talented, so moldable. The way she'd light up when I praised her work, before I taught her to be quiet, to know her place.She'd been an investment, really. Raw talent wrapped in insecurity, just waiting to be shaped. Every design she created under my guidance made me millions. Every time she shrank from my touch, my control grew stronger. Perfect. Profitable.Until now.The celebration party played in my mind - her defiance, that spark in her eyes I thought I'd crushed years ago. Locking her up was supposed to remind her of her place. The fainting? Obviously another attention-seeking
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I’m Not Playing Anymore

Maya's POVThe silk blouse draped over my ironing board like water. Steam rose in delicate curls as I pressed each seam, remembering the way Janet had smiled during the interview. Tomorrow. My first real day of work in years."You'll wear out the fabric if you keep at it."I jumped at Grandfather's voice. He stood in the doorway of my room, watching me with fond exasperation."I want to look perfect," I admitted, smoothing the fabric one last time."Ah yes, your new job." He settled into the armchair by the window. "Though you didn't mention it was Alex's company at breakfast."Heat crept up my neck. "I didn't want you to think...""That he gave you special treatment?" Grandfather's eyes twinkled. "Maya, my dear, I've known you since you were born. You've never taken the easy path.""Daniel..." I hesitated, the iron hovering over silk. "He didn't want me to work.""And now?"The divorce papers flashed through my mind. I couldn't tell him. Not yet. "Now I'm free to try."Grandfather wa
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Rumors

Maya's POVI'd been staring at my phone since dawn, refreshing the page where the article had been. Now it was gone, like it never existed. If only rumors disappeared that easily.My blouse hung perfectly pressed on the doorframe, exactly as I'd left it last night. Simple, elegant, armor for my first day. In the mirror, I looked different somehow. Maybe it was the way I held myself now, or maybe just the light."Early start?"Martha stood in the doorway with coffee. She'd been the mansion's housekeeper longer than I'd been alive, and nothing got past her."First day," I said, taking the cup. The warmth helped steady my hands.She clicked her tongue, reaching over to fix my collar. "Don't let them see you flinch."I smiled, as her simple words helped reinforce my confidence.The drive to Thorne Designs was too short and too long. I rehearsed my face in the rearview mirror - professional, calm, unbothered. The article might be gone, but people's memories weren't.The lobby looked the sa
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