Novel-novel oleh Nyxara

CHAPTER 8Kian's POV I caught her wrist just before the elevator doors could close.She froze.Her assistant stopped a few feet away, eyes darting between us, clearly panicking — but neither of us said a word.Her jaw clenched. “Let go of my arm, Mr. Donovan.”Her voice was calm, but I saw the way her chest rose and fell — like she was trying to breathe through a storm.“We talked about personal space before... I would appreciate it if you’d let go of mine.”I didn’t budge.There was too much boiling under my skin. I know I shouldn’t do this — there’s nothing logical about it — but when it comes to her, I can’t seem to reason clearly.She took a deep breath, and when she turned to look at me, her expression was pure fire..“What do you want?”“We need to talk.”Without waiting for her response, I simply turned and walked down the hallway, dragging her with me.Her assistant gasped softly behind us, but I didn’t care.I found an empty conference room, pushed the door open, and tugged h

CHAPTER 7Eliora’s POV“The board members are ready and waiting, ma’am,”my assistant, Clara, whispered, trying to match my quick steps.“Good,” I replied. Even though nothing was good about the meeting that was about to be held. It was a meeting about him. Kian.The elevator chimed and opened. I stepped out, Clara following behind, her face down on the work tablet clutched tightly in her hands.As we reached the boardroom, I swiped my sweaty palm on my blazer. If he joins, everything I’ve built could unravel. I took a deep breath while Clara pushed the door open.I walked in, straight to my chair at the head of the table, greeted by a few tight nods which I returned with a small smile.The moment I took my seat and straightened my spine, one of the investors spoke.“We have a promising new investor who's shown serious interest—”I cut him off, not wanting to hear any more. “I’m aware. And I strongly object.”The room fell silent, each investor passing confused glances to each other.I

CHAPTER 6KIAN POVMy fingers wrapped around the untouched scotch. I couldn’t get the image of that damn ring on her finger out of my mind.It looked like it belonged there—where my ring used to be. It took all in me not to rip it off.Two years, three months, five days, spent looking for her and I finally found her. She had made sure to cover her tracks well. She was nowhere in the country, or in the neighboring countries. Even the best private investigator had a hard time finding her.You lost the right to wonder anything about me. A laugh escaped my lips.Yeah. Right.The moment I saw Eliora at the gala, it felt like the world had stopped. Just the two of us in the room.But then I saw him.The man who couldn’t keep his hands off her.And pain—real, sharp—stabbed through my chest.Back on the balcony, she mentioned a child.Has she really moved on?Did she give that man a child?How could she just move on with her life like that?I ran a hand through my dark hair, a sigh escaped

CHAPTER 5 Eliora's POV I forced my spine straight. “Mr. Donovan.”His jaw ticked, but he didn’t say anything, just stared at me. I did my best to keep my face neutral, even if I was burning inside.Why the hell is he in front of me? He has the guts to show his face after what he did? Of course, what else did I expect?He hadn't said a word, and the tension between us was thick enough to cut through with a knife. Our eyes were locked, intense and unflinching. I didn’t back down from his intimidating gaze, and he didn’t either.The familiar fragrance of his cologne brought back memories I didn’t want to remember—memories that did nothing but make my heart ache.Elijah cleared his throat and stepped between us like a protective shield, causing Kian to finally shift his cold gaze toward him, as if only just noticing his presence.Elijah extended his hand. “Elijah Banks,” he stated. “Eliora’s fiancé.”The word "fiancé" seemed to echo in my ears for some reason. The tension that followed

CHAPTER 4Eliora's POV The cold air hit me first as I stepped out of the car, followed by the blinding flashes of camera lights bursting in my direction.Elijah’s hand stretched out toward me. “You look amazing.”It sounded more like reassurance than a compliment, but I still smiled.“Thank you,” I said softly, placing my hand in his and stepping out fully.Standing tall, I held onto the sides of my floor-sweeping, off-shoulder wine silk dress — the fabric hugging my curves like it knew exactly what it was doing: smooth, bold, and impossible to ignore.My right arm instinctively clutched Elijah’s left as we stood side by side, smiles plastered on our faces — just what the cameras needed to see.“Are you ready for this?” Elijah asked. His calm voice reached my heart… but it did nothing to quiet the storm growing in there.I’d done this before — stepped into the limelight again and again — but somehow, I never got used to the lights.Neither did I ever grow fond of the questions. Alway

CHAPTER 3Eliora's POV No matter how hard I tried to think of it, to defend him from the voices in my head, it was the truth that Kian never loved me.The picture was just a confirmation of the truth I had never wanted to acknowledge—a reminder that I was nothing to him, just a placeholder.And I have finally accepted it.My eyes swept over the packed suitcases waiting patiently to be carried, then back to the time… 2:40 a.m., and Kian was still nowhere to be seen.I exhaled slowly, trying to calm the heavy ache that rested in my chest. I closed my eyes briefly, then opened them. I reached for the huge brown envelope sitting idle on my vanity.My fingers trembled as I opened it, bringing out its content.It was something I had gotten long ago but never had the courage to open.Funny how when we feel at our lowest, we face the things we thought we never could.My fingers traced *Kian* written on the divorce papers. A name that once caused butterflies to rise in my belly seemed like po