Chapter 32: The call

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• A Devil's Deal To Destroy My Ex-Husband   Chapter 64: Chef and watch

  Feeling much better, Eloise’s bare feet padded softly out of her room, heading for the stairs. Dressed in a blue shirt that reaches her thigh and a half-shouldered free blouse. Her hair neatly combed, cascaded down her shoulders. She doesn't look like she's had a fever the previous day; she looked all radiant and energetic. Eloise paused, inhaling deeply to confirm if she was mistaken. She stepped down the stairs and shut her eyes, halting her steps with her nostrils flaring. The air was thick with something rich and buttery, sweet, savory, and yet refined.“ Hmm,” she let the scent wrap her like a lover's embrace.“ My favorite,” she muttered inaudibly.Wagyu ribeye with truffle mashed potatoes, and not just any ribeye, but thick-cut 45 Japanese Wagyu.Oh gosh... She flung her eyes open and headed straight to the kitchen.The moment she got to the kitchen, she gasped a little. Her voice caught in her throat.There he was. Antonio Brayden.Her lips parted as her gaze lingered on hi

• A Devil's Deal To Destroy My Ex-Husband   Chapter 63: Oliver's cares

  Mason stood before the window, his reflection faint in the glass as the city lights blinked back at him like indifferent stars. His shirt hung halfway off his shoulder, belt forgotten on the floor, his chest still heaving lightly—not from pleasure, but from the madness that had just emptied itself into the wrong woman. Behind him is Priscilia, pulling her blouse over her shoulders, adjusting it in silence. She looked satisfied, but only in the way someone would after surviving a storm, not basking in it. She didn’t speak. She didn’t have to. Because when she reached for her heels, Mason finally turned, voice cool and flat. “Was it good enough for a promotion?” Priscilia paused and smirked a little. Guess he understood her reason for coming over. “Depends. Are you going to remember it tomorrow, or pretend it didn’t happen?” He gave a quiet snort. “Did it happen?” “That’s up to you, Mason. More might be on the way, if you’re willing to acknowledge this.” She said and clicked

• A Devil's Deal To Destroy My Ex-Husband   Chapter 62: Not as private

  Content warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual content and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Do not mistake this scene for romance.****The coldness in the boardroom was accompanied by silence. The long glass table gleamed under the overhead lights, but the reminder of failure lingers.Seated at the head of the table is Mason, alone in the room he had always dreamed of ruling. To have everything under his control. But here he was, with his suit wrinkled, his tie hanging loose around his neck like a noose he couldn't decide whether to tighten or rip off. His shirt was slightly untucked, his hair disheveled as if he'd run his hand through it a hundred times too many. Sweat clung to his brow, not from heat, but from stress, rage, and a boiling sense of defeat.He leaned forward in the leather chair, elbows on the table, knuckles white from his tightly clenched fists. His jaw ticked. His eyes, red-rimmed and dark with exhaustion as he stared into space

• A Devil's Deal To Destroy My Ex-Husband   Chapter 61: The divorce papers

  Mason stood in the middle of his office, supporting his weight with his palms resting on the table. He hung his head with his breath getting ragged by the passing seconds. The morning was chaotic, transferring aggression onto the employees, putting everyone on edge, so no one dared approach him. He grunted loudly and angrily pushed the table away as he stood straight. “ Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, clenching his jaw as he continued pacing. “ She's the one, she has to be the one,” he muttered in frustration, unable to wrap his head around something causing him so much restlessness. How Eloise got his signature. How Eloise changed that much within a few days. What exactly was going on? He began tapping his fingers, running his hands through his hair repeatedly till the secretary leaned into the room with barely half of her body inside, as if afraid she might be thrown something. “ She's here, si…,” “ Get her here,” his tensed voice cut her short and she immediately pulled o

• A Devil's Deal To Destroy My Ex-Husband   Chapter 60: Wrath in flesh and bone

  The moment Antonio saw her, half naked, trembling, soaked in silent tears—something primal snapped inside him. When he looked back at Luther, it wasn't a man standing there anymore, it was wrath in human form. A growl tore from his throat as he charged across the room like a storm unchained. Luther's smirk hadn't faded before Antonio's fist slammed into his jaw with a sickening crack that echoed off the walls. Luther flew backward, knocking into the glass table with a crash. Blood spurted from his mouth as he groaned, looking dazed. “ Don't move,” Antonio snarled, stalking forward like death itself, causing Luther to tremble. “ Breath wrong, and I'll shatter your skull.” Ghost stood by the door with his eyes lowered and his jaw clenched. Luther coughed, spitting out blood. “ You. You can't touch me,” he shook his head, “ you know who I…,” Another punch silenced him, this time to the ribs, followed by another one to the stomach that had Luther screaming in agony. Anto

• A Devil's Deal To Destroy My Ex-Husband   Chapter 59: Save me

  Eloise’s breath trembled as the room spun violently, her head throbbed as if drums were pounding behind her eyes. Her limbs felt like wet sand, heavy and useless. She could move, but barely, as if her strength had been siphoned out of her body. She tried to wriggle out of his arms when Luther scooped her off the floor and placed her on the couch. He chuckled at her attempt, finding her adorable as she looked like a baby trying to move. “ Don't fight it, darling, the drug is powerful, the more you fight it, the more paralyzed you'd feel.” Eloise opened her mouth to scream, but all that came out was a weak, broken sound like a whimper, muffled by the wind. She felt her back land on the couch and she immediately moved, wanting to get away desperately. The moment she saw that he didn't take a sip of his water, she knew right then that he'd drugged her. She pushed herself as hard as she could, not minding if she'd fall back on the floor, as long as she'd get away from him. Luth