Chapter: When The Devil Gets His RevengeChapter 28Silas’s POVThe ache in my groin was a dull, throbbing reminder of the checkmate she’d dealt me three hours ago. It pulsed with every heartbeat, a relentless drumbeat that echoed through my veins, refusing to fade. I had spent forty minutes under a spray of ice-cold water in the en-suite shower, the frigid needles biting into my skin, but they did nothing to extinguish the inferno Valencia Knox had ignited deep in my marrow. My study still smelled of her, that intoxicating pomegranate musk mingled with the faint whisper of expensive silk and every time I closed my eyes, I saw those violet contacts burning with a triumph that made me want to throttle her and worship her in the same ragged breath.I was no longer the master of this house. I was a man haunted by a ghost of my own making, a specter that wore her face and whispered promises of ruin and ecstasy.I moved from the study to my private quarters, a sprawling sanctuary of steel, glass, and shadows that spanned the en
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Chapter: The Scent of Suspicion Chapter 27Antonio’s POVThe smell of rotting roses still clung to the vents of the Rossi Manor, a cloying, sweet stench of decay that no amount of expensive aerosol could mask. It sat in the back of my throat, reminding me of things that should stay buried.I sat in my study, the mahogany desk gleaming under the lamplight. On the floor sat the charred remains of the white wooden box. I had watched it burn in the fireplace, but the image of those shriveled, brown petals was burned into my retinas."Isabella is dead," I whispered to the empty room, my voice a jagged edge of glass. "My mom had the prisoners finish her off.”I poured a glass of twenty-year-old scotch, the amber liquid trembling slightly. I hated the tremor. I hated that a bunch of dead flowers and a card had reduced Clara to a blubbering, hysterical mess upstairs. She was currently sedated, a weak, useless replacement for the woman I had broken. Isabella had been many things, fragile, beautiful, silent but she had neve
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Chapter: The Queen’s GambitChapter 26Valencia’s POVThe silence of Blackwood Manor after the canceled Gala was deafening. Silas had grounded me like a child, dismissed my resolve as fragility, and walked away with that maddening, untouchable composure. He thought he had broken my spirit tonight. He thought he had seen the fly tangle herself back into the web.He was wrong.I didn't go back to the gym. I didn't tear off the black gown. Instead, I let the rage simmer until it turned into something dark, refined, and predatory. If Silas wanted to teach me about domination, then he needed to learn that a weapon is only as sharp as the hand that holds it, and I was about to bite the hand that fed me.I found him in his private study at 0300. The room was bathed in the soft, flickering orange light of the fireplace and the clinical blue glow of his iPad. He was sitting in his high-backed leather chair, shirt sleeves rolled up, the top three buttons undone, exposing the hard planes of his chest and the faint trail
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Chapter: The Midnight ConfessionChapter 25Valencia’s POVThe transformation was complete. I stood in the center of my suite, a vision of monochromatic death and high-fashion armor. The black gown was a masterpiece of structural silk, backless to the waist to reveal the scars Silas had worshipped with his mouth, and slit to the upper thigh to allow for the hidden holster strapped to my skin. My hair was a sculpted crown of dark glass, and the violet contacts made me feel as though I were looking at a world that had already been conquered.I reached for my clutch, my fingers steady, my heart a calm, rhythmic pulse. The "Gala" was less than an hour away. I was ready to walk into the lion’s den and set it on fire.But as I turned toward the door, it hissed open.It wasn't Silas. It wasn't Jax.It was Maria.She had abandoned her professional black suit for a simple, high-collared gray dress. She looked smaller than she had in the medical wing, more fragile, but her eyes, the eyes that had watched me from the shadows o
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Chapter: The First Public Ghost Chapter 24Valencia’s POVThe aftermath of my "lesson" with Silas felt like a permanent fever. Every time the silk of my robe brushed against my shoulder, I felt the phantom sting of his teeth; every time I drew a breath, I tasted the lingering scent of smoke and storm. I stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my suite, staring at the woman looking back.Isabella Rossi was a fading memory, a girl who had been broken by a husband's cruelty. Valencia Knox was a creature of sharp edges and cold intent, forged in the fires of Blackwood Manor."The delivery is ready, V."Jax’s voice came through the intercom, sounding hollow and strained. After his confrontation with Silas in the server room, he hadn't looked me in the eye. He stayed buried in his code, a silent sentinel watching my vitals, his jealousy a thick, invisible wall between us."Bring it up," I said.The door slid open, and a courier, one of Silas’s silent, gray-suited ghosts entered carrying a long, rectangular box of w
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Chapter: The Hacker’s HeartChapter 23Silas’s POVThe scent of her was still a phantom in my lungs, pomegranate, sweat, and the musk of a woman who had finally tasted her own power. My back stung where her nails had staked their claim, and my shoulder bore the deep, purple crescent of her teeth.I walked through the silent, cold corridors of Blackwood Manor, my stride rhythmic and heavy. My dress shirt was a ruin, the silk torn at the collar, buttons missing where her frantic fingers had demanded more of me. I felt like a man who had just finished a ritual, a coronation in the dark.She was becoming a masterpiece of vengeance. But even a masterpiece needed a secure pedestal.As I neared the security hub, the air changed. The subtle, electronic hum of the manor, the pulse I monitored with clinical obsession stuttered. A micro-fluctuation in the server load. Someone was moving through the deep-layer protocols.I didn't go to my study. I went to the server room, the pressurized, chilled sanctuary where the digita
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Once His Wallflower, Now His Biggest Mistake
"I thought I was his wife. To him, I was just a placeholder for the woman he actually loved."
For three years, Evelyn lived as a ghost. To the world, she was the penniless orphan who hit the jackpot by marrying the cold, ruthless billionaire Caleb Knight.
She played the part of the perfect, drab wallflower, cooking his favorite meals, enduring his family’s sneers, and secretly using her hidden Sterling Empire connections to save his company from the brink of bankruptcy.
But on their third anniversary, the fairy tale shattered. Instead of a gift, Caleb handed her divorce papers.
"Seraphina is back," he said, his voice as cold as ice
Humiliated and discarded, Evelyn signs the papers and vanishes without a trace, leaving behind a positive pregnancy test in the trash, a secret Caleb wasn't worth knowing.
Two years later, Caleb Knight’s "luck" has run out. His empire is bleeding, and his only hope is a merger with the mysterious, untouchable Sterling Global Group.
Gone is the shy, plain girl in the $10 dress. Standing there in couture diamonds, flanked by three of the world's most powerful men, is his ex-wife. She is radiant, she is powerful, and she returns with a little boy who looks just like him and a girl who shares her aura.
"Evelyn?" Caleb gasps, falling to his knees. "I... I’ve been looking for you. Please, come home."
She steps over his hand as if he were a piece of trash.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Knight,"she purrs, her voice dripping with lethal indifference. "The wallflower you threw away is dead. This is the Empress speaking and she finds you quite... boring."
He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire!
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Chapter: The Fox’s HungerChapter 70Caleb's POV The Andalusian night pressed against the villa like a lover too impatient to wait. Heat lingered in every stone, every shadowed corner, turning the air inside the walk-in pantry into something thick, almost drinkable. I was reaching for the jar of Marcona almonds when the voice slithered through the darkness behind me.“You move like sex, Antonella. Slow. Deliberate. Every roll of those hips is begging someone to grab them and fuck the rhythm right out of you.”My fingers froze on the glass. I straightened slowly, forcing the corset to bite deeper into my ribs, forcing the matriarch’s spine to stay rigid even as my pulse hammered traitorously against my throat.Lucien Sterling filled the doorway like sin given tailoring. No jacket tonight; the white dress shirt clung to the hard planes of his chest, top three buttons undone, sleeves shoved to mid-forearm. The veins on those forearms stood out when he lifted the tumbler of bourbon to his lips, ice clinking lik
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Chapter: Girls Night Out With The ChairpersonChapter 69Caleb’s POV The first week as Antonella had been a masterclass in psychological endurance. Every morning, I woke at 4:00 AM in the cramped servants' quarters to begin the grueling ritual of self-erasure. I glued the lashes, mapped the contours of a stranger’s face onto my own, and cinched the corset until my ribs groaned, all to step into the role of the woman who governed the Villa de Cristal.But no amount of makeup could prepare me for the sight of Evelyn.She wasn't the wallflower I had left in New York, the woman who wore her heart on her sleeve and walked with a hesitant, hopeful grace. This Evelyn moved through the glass-walled corridors like a specter of ice. Her eyes, once warm enough to melt my coldest moods, were now twin chips of obsidian, polished and impenetrable. She wore her new surname, Blackwood, like a suit of armor, but I could see the way her fingers trembled when she thought no one was watching.The angst was a living thing between us, though she ha
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Chapter: The Gatekeeper’s GambitChapter 68Caleb's POV The service entrance of the *Villa de Cristal* was not a door; it was a checkpoint. Even as "Antonella," the sheer architectural arrogance of the place felt like a weight designed to crush the spirit. The walls were sheer slabs of reinforced glass and white titanium, reflecting the Mediterranean moon with a cold, clinical brilliance.I stepped out of the taxi, my sensible loafers clicking against the pristine gravel. Each step felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of vipers. My pulse was a frantic drumming in my ears, but I forced my breathing into a slow, rhythmic cadence, the breath of a woman who had seen empires rise and fall and found them all wanting."State your business," a guard barked, his hand hovering near the biometric pad. He looked at me, a stern woman in charcoal grey and I saw the flicker of confusion in his eyes. I wasn't the usual help. I didn't look like someone who would beg for a wage; I looked like someone who would fire a man for h
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Chapter: The Mediterranean Metamorphosis Chapter 67 Caleb’s POV The morning light in Marbella was far too bright for a man who had just survived a trash compactor and a death threat. It danced off the white-washed walls with a cheerful indifference to my misery. I stood on a street corner, my body aching, dressed in a set of nondescript tourist clothes Ann had tossed at me before she vanished into the shadows of the "M" district.In my pocket, I had exactly four hundred Euros, my final lifeline and a heart that felt like it had been put through a meat grinder.I looked up toward the hills. Somewhere up there, behind walls of reinforced glass and laser-grid security, Evelyn was waking up in Alaric Blackwood’s bed. My children were eating breakfast in a house where another man played the role of their protector.The realization hit me harder than the cold marble of Seraphina’s floor. As "Mark Reynolds," I was a wanted man. As "Jean-Pierre," I was a joke the Sterlings had already laughed at. As "Caleb Knight," I was a gho
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Chapter: Dante’s Hell and the Ghost of the KitchenChapter 16Valencia’s POVThe lower courtyard was a pit of gray concrete and biting wind. The sun hadn't quite cleared the horizon, leaving the world in a bruised shade of violet. I stood there, my lungs burning with the intake of the frigid morning air, wearing only a thin tactical tracksuit.Dante was already there. He didn't look like he had slept; he looked like he had been forged in a furnace and quenched in ice. He didn't say good morning. He didn't ask how I felt. He simply pointed to a heavy, sand-filled tactical vest lying on the ground."Put it on," he barked. "Twenty laps. If you vomit, do it while you’re moving. I don't stop the clock for weakness."I didn't argue. I couldn't. Silas’s words from the library were still echoing in my skull, a rhythmic, cruel chant: Momentary lapse. Biological necessity. Weapons do not catch feelings.Every step I took was a strike against the concrete. The vest weighed forty pounds, pulling at my shoulders, digging into the skin that was sti
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Chapter: The Lady in Red (and Lead)Chapter 65The transition from the abyss of the waste bin to consciousness was not a slow drift; it was a violent snap. One moment, I was drowning in a dream of Evelyn’s wedding veil, its delicate lace fluttering like a ghost in the wind, wrapping around my throat tighter and tighter until I couldn't breathe. Next, the sensation of silk, real, high-thread-count silk was against my cheek, cool and unforgiving, like the touch of a lover who had long since turned into an enemy.I didn't open my eyes immediately. My brain, still foggy from the hypoxia and the brutal trauma of the fall into that godforsaken dumpster, tried desperately to make sense of the sensory input crashing over me. The acrid stench of rotting lilies and sour wine that had permeated my nightmares was gone, evaporated like a bad memory. In its place was a sharp, clinical scent: lavender, mingled with the unmistakable oily tang of expensive gun lubricant, and beneath it all, a hint of a spicy, feminine perfume that evo
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My Billionaire Ex-husband's Late Regret
"I spent three years being his 'used rag.' Now, I’m the one cleaning up his empire, starting with the trash."
For three years, Shay Falcone lived for her husband, Massimo. She worked twelve-hour shifts behind the scenes, skipping meals and sleep to ensure his company became a billion-dollar legend. She was his ghostwriter, his secret strategist, and his most loyal soldier. She thought her reward would be the child growing inside her.
But on the night of the Billionaire Launch, Massimo didn't give her a thank you. He gave her a death sentence.
"You're a used rag, Shay," he sneered in front of the world's cameras. "A servant I don't need to pay. Meet my real wife, Elena."
One shove from his bodyguards sent Shay spiraling into a stone fountain. As Massimo walked away to celebrate his wealth, Shay lay in a pool of blood, feeling the heartbeat of her child stop forever.
Two years later, the rag is gone. The Ice Queen has arrived.
When Massimo’s empire begins to crumble, he begs for a meeting with the untouchable Alessia Valois. He expects a savior; instead, he finds the wife he killed.
"Shay?" Massimo gasps, reaching for her. "I... I’ve realized my mistake. Please, I still love you."
Alessia doesn't even look up from her glass of vintage scotch. She steps over his hand as if he were a stain on the carpet.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Falcone," she purrs, her voice cold enough to freeze his soul. "The woman who loved you died in a fountain. I’m just here to collect the debt."
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Chapter: The Sixty-Second ChoiceChapter 16Alessia's POV The world didn't just shake; it roared. The white marble courtyard, once a symbol of sterile perfection, was splitting open like a dry bone. Dust and the acrid smell of sulfur billowed from the fissures as Catherine’s demolition charges began their rhythmic, terrifying countdown."Sixty seconds," the intercom droned, Catherine’s voice sounding like a bored goddess presiding over an apocalypse.I looked at the chaos around me. To my left, Massimo was pinned under a fallen marble pillar, his legs trapped, his eyes wide with the realization that the empire he had built was literally crushing him. To my right, Lucien was clinging to the rappelling line of his hovering helicopter, his hand extended toward me, shouting something lost to the wind.And in the center, standing on a slab of stone that was slowly tilting toward the dark abyss of the sub-basement, was Drake.The boy who wasn't mine. The boy who was the genetic legacy of a woman I had never met. The boy
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Chapter: Mother of MonstersChapter 15Alessia's POV The mountain air was a serrated blade against my lungs as I sprinted down the spiral stone staircase. The luxury of the upper floors had vanished, replaced by the brutalist concrete of the sub-levels. Above me, the sky was screaming, the rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack of Lucien’s black-ops helicopters drowned out the sirens.I didn't care about the billionaires in the sky. I didn't care about the man groaning on the floor upstairs. I only cared about the small boy in the white courtyard.The chase intensified as I burst through the heavy steel doors leading to the training grounds. The scene was pure chaos. Falcone security guards were scrambling, their rifles aimed at the sky, while red laser dots from Lucien’s snipers danced across the white marble like blood-red fireflies."Draco!" I screamed, my voice cracking under the weight of three years of lost motherhood.The boy was standing by the stone table. He hadn't moved. While grown men panicked and died aro
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Chapter: The Gilded CageChapter 14Alessia's POV The world didn't return with a bang; it returned with the smell of expensive lilies and the sterile hum of a high-end ventilation system.My eyelids felt like they were weighted with lead. As the haze of the sedative cleared, the first thing I felt was the softness beneath me, a mattress too plush, silk sheets too cool. This wasn't a dungeon. It was a palace. But as I tried to sit up, the sharp clink of metal against metal echoed through the silence.A cuff. Fine, polished titanium, lined with velvet, tethering my right wrist to the gilded headboard of a massive canopy bed."Awake at last," a voice croaked from the shadows of the room.I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs. In a plush armchair by the window, Massimo sat, his head in his hands. He wasn't cuffed, but he looked more imprisoned than I was. His clothes were rumpled, his eyes bloodshot, and he was staring at a wall of glass that overlooked a valley of mist-shrouded pines."Where are
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Chapter: The DNA DilemmaChapter 13Alessia's POV The phone slipped from my numb fingers, clattering onto the silk rug. The nurse’s voice, ‘the second child didn't die’ echoed in the hollow chamber of my chest, shattering the frozen armor I had spent years freezing into place.My son.I had mourned a ghost. I had built a graveyard in my soul for a child that was currently drawing breath, tucked away in some corner of the world by the man I had trusted to be my savior. Lucien Valois hadn't just managed my tragedy; he had curated it. He had pruned my life like a bonsai tree, cutting away the parts that made me soft so I could be the sharp-edged weapon he desired."Alessia?"The door creaked. It was Massimo. He hadn't left. He was standing there, looking pathetic and small, his eyes searching my face for a flicker of the Shay he used to own.The next action I took was instantaneous. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I moved. I lunged across the room, grabbing Massimo by the lapels of his expensive, blood-funded
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Chapter: The King of Shadows’ JealousyChapter 12 Alessia’s POVJealousy has a sound.It isn’t loud.It doesn’t scream.It hums, low, dangerous, vibrating beneath the skin like a restrained explosion.I heard it the moment Lucien stopped smiling.We were in Zurich, in the penthouse he pretended wasn’t a fortress, glass walls overlooking a city so clean it felt surgical. Snow dusted the rooftops like untouched linen. Everything was quiet. Controlled.Lucien liked control.Which was why the man standing ten feet away from me, tall, polite, brown-haired, holding a thin medical folder had just committed an unforgivable sin by jokingly saying that.He smiled at me.“Your scars are healing beautifully, Alessia,” he said gently, professional eyes warm. “Minimal hypertrophy. I’m pleased.”Lucien’s hand tightened around the crystal tumbler in his grip.Not enough to crack it.Enough that I noticed.“Thank you, Dr. Keller,” I replied, returning the smile. “I appreciate you flying in.”Flying in.That was the problem.Lucien’s gaze
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Chapter: The Elena MeltdownChapter 11Alessia's POV The air in the VIP lounge of the Valois Plaza was heavy with the scent of lilies and the metallic tang of impending ruin. I sat perched on a velvet armchair, my legs crossed with a deliberate, lethal grace. In my hand, a glass of vintage scotch caught the afternoon light, glowing like a liquid amber trap.I watched Elena through the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows. She was pacing near the cloakroom, her movements jagged and desperate. She looked like a bird of prey that had realized the sky was closing in. For weeks, she had watched Massimo’s obsession with me grow, watched him haunt my footsteps like a ghost begging for a haunting. She knew she was being replaced. She knew the used rag she had discarded was now the silk rope around her neck."It's time," I whispered to the empty room.The action began when Elena finally made her move. She thought I wasn't looking. She sidled up to my Hermès Birkin bag, which sat unattended on a side table. With a
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Oh No! I Hired My Husband's Boyfriend
One divorce. One hundred dollars. One hell of a mistake.
Katherine West had it all, until her husband, George, dropped a bomb on their five-year anniversary: He’s gay, he’s in love, and she’s evicted.
Left with a frozen bank account and a shattered heart, Katherine decides to go out with a bang. She spends her last hundred dollars on the most dangerous-looking man at The Gilded Lily, hoping for one night of friction to erase five years of lies.
It worked. It was the best mistake of her life.
Until the next morning, when a court order forces Katherine and George to live together for ninety days of marriage counseling. George has lost his fortune and moved them into his mysterious new lover’s penthouse to save face.
The door opens, and Katherine meets her new landlord: Killian McLeroy.
The man she hired last night.
The man her husband calls the love of his life."
Now, Katherine is trapped in a house of glass with the man who knows her body, the man who stole her husband, and a secret that could burn all of Manhattan down.
Ninety days. Two enemies. One bed. Let the games begin.
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Chapter: Oh No!Chapter 4George didn't wait for her in the hallway. He paced the marble corridor like a caged animal, each sharp turn of his polished loafers clicking against the stone with metronomic fury. His phone was pressed so hard against his ear that his knuckles stood out bone-white, the tendons in his forearm standing in rigid relief beneath the rolled-up sleeve of his once-crisp shirt.Katherine trailed several paces behind, her gait uneven and deliberate, as though every step required separate calculation. The soreness between her thighs burned with every movement, a raw, private sting that refused to fade, a constant, humiliating reminder of the hundred dollars she had flung away in a moment of reckless desperation. That temporary escape had metastasized into something far worse: a permanent nightmare stitched into her very skin."I don't care what the board says!" George barked into the receiver, voice cracking at the edges. "The liquidity isn't there, it's not even close! If my mothe
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Chapter: The Clause That Wouldn't Let GoChapter 3Katherine's eyelids fluttered against the assault of dawn, but the sun was merciless, a golden informant spilling secrets through the expansive glass walls of the penthouse. It wasn't a gentle awakening; it was a brutal intrusion, the light slicing like a serrated blade straight into the tender spots behind her eyes. She let out a guttural groan, attempting to twist away from the glare, but her body betrayed her with a stubborn immobility. Her thighs were twin pillars of molten lead, heavy and inflamed, while her lower back muscles clenched in a relentless, fiery revolt, as if punishing her for every reckless decision that had led to this moment.The bed beside her was a tangled battlefield of luxurious charcoal silk sheets, rumpled and disheveled from the night's storm. Killian lay there, a shadowy figure turned away from her, his broad back rising and falling in the steady rhythm of undisturbed slumber. He resembled a sculpture forged from midnight itself, impassive, uny
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Chapter: The Hundred Dollar ContractChapter 2The heavy beat of the club throbbed in perfect, cruel synchrony with the pulse beneath Katherine’s palm where the hundred-dollar bill lay flattened against the polished bar top. Killian didn’t reach for it right away. He studied the crumpled note the way a collector might examine a flawed but fascinating artifact, head tilted, eyes narrowed, lips parted just enough to show the edge of teeth. Then that same dissecting gaze lifted and pinned her in place.“A hundred dollars,” he murmured, the words rolling out like distant thunder wrapped in velvet. The low vibration traveled straight through her molars. “That’s a very specific price for a very specific kind of desperation.”“It’s what I have,” Katherine snapped. The bravado flickered like a candle in a draft, but it held. “Take it or don’t. I’m not here to haggle over my own ruin.”Killian straightened to his full height. The motion made the shadows rearrange themselves around him; his silhouette seemed to drink the dim ligh
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Chapter: The About To Be Divorced ClubChapter 1The smell of $400-an-ounce ambergris and sterile marble was the first thing that hit Katherine when she walked into the kitchen that evening, the scent of a life she was being violently purged from. It clung to the back of her throat like expensive regret.“I’m divorcing you, Katherine. And there is no going back on that.”The words didn’t just fall; they struck. George’s voice was steely, vibrating with a cold finality that seemed to fracture the very air molecules floating above the pristine, designer island. To emphasize his point, he swept his arm across the marble in one deliberate arc. The set of hand-forged sterling silver utensils, ones she had chosen in Milan two summers ago clattered to the floor in a bright, metallic cascade. The sound rang against the stone like a single tolling bell at a funeral no one else was invited to attend.He snatched his slim leather briefcase from the counter, already turning toward the doorway as though he hadn’t just detonated five y
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