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After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Attack (2)
DAMON'S POV: I took down three more intruders. Serena neutralized two others. The guards dropped four more. Yet, they kept coming like an endless tide, pouring into the house from every angle. Then the east wing exploded. The shockwave shook the entire foundation. Walls cracked down the center. Remaining windows shattered into dust. The blast knocked me off my feet, sending me crashing hard against the marble floor. My head spun, my vision blurred into white static, and a loud ringing filled my ears. Through the noise, a familiar voice cut through the chaos. "Hello, Damon." * SERENA'S POV: * I spotted him before Damon could recover. He stood framed in the doorway of the study, a smoking pistol in his hand, a twisted grin spreading across his face. He was tall and broad, with black hair and sharp eyes, possessing a face that might have looked appealing once but was now ruined by years of pure malice. I knew his face instantly. I had stared at his photograph in police
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Attack
ISABELLE'S POV:Some Days Later...The very first thing that broke the quiet of the night was the loud, violent sound of shattering glass.It came from downstairs, ripping through the silence like a gunshot. I was standing right inside the nursery, cradling Athena in my arms, trying desperately to lull her back to sleep. She had been fussy for hours, suffering through the pain of teething, her little gums swollen and red, her tiny fists balled up tightly against her chest. I had been pacing back and forth across the rug, humming a gentle tune, praying that she would finally drift off.Then the window shattered into a thousand pieces.Then the screaming started outside.I froze completely. My heart skipped a beat, then hammered wildly against my ribs. My arms tightened around Athena, pulling her flush against my chest as if I could shield her from the entire world. She stirred instantly, her face scrunching up in distress, her tiny mouth opening wide in a piercing wail.Footstep
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Not Just a Writer
DAMON'S POV:I stood by the large window, staring out at the garden and then I heard soft footsteps approaching in the hallway outside.Isabelle appeared in the doorway.She was wearing one of my old wool sweaters, the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, her brown hair pulled back in a messy bun. She looked tired to the bone and also looked deeply worried. In fact she looked like a woman who had been told an impossible truth and was still trying to process every single word of it.But there was something else burning in her eyes. Something that looked very much like stubborn determination.And I knew right away that she had been listening. She must have been listening. She must have heard us talking, must have heard the raised voices, must have heard the words that we had been trying to keep from her. She must have crept down the hallway and stood outside the door and listened to every single word.And now she was standing in the doorway, her brown eyes blazing, her jaw set, her whole
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Every Ally We Have
DAMON'S POV:A Few Days Later…The study had turned into a complete war room.Maps covered every surface, pinned down securely with glass paperweights and coffee mugs. Blueprints of the mansion, of the surrounding grounds, of the roads that led in and out of the estate were spread across the large table. Photographs of known Black Hand operatives were pinned to a corkboard that I had dragged in from the hallway earlier that morning. Timelines were scrawled across a whiteboard, marked with red ink and arrows and the kind of frantic handwriting that came from a man who had not slept in days.I stood right at the center of it all, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows, my hair completely disheveled, my jaw locked tight. I had been awake for nearly forty-eight hours straight. I had not eaten a single bite of food. I had not taken a shower. I had not done anything except plan, prepare, and wait for the inevitable storm to hit our front doors.Serena was right beside me, just as exhausted,
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Detective and the Sniper
DAMON'S POV:"I am both. I am a detective, a sister, and a woman who spent five years trying to destroy the men who threatened her family."She paused, inhaling deeply to calm her shaking hands, letting out a long breath that seemed to carry years of built-up tension away from her chest."And now I am just tired. I am tired of hiding in the shadows. I am tired of lying to the people I care about. I am tired of being afraid of what comes next."I looked at her with a completely new level of respect and awe. Then, a grim and sudden realization hit me hard in the chest. I thought back to my own past as a sniper, and why the Black Hand had such a deeply personal vendetta against me specifically."I know why they hate me," I said quietly, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "I know what I did to cross them so badly."Serena blinked in surprise, tilting her head slightly to the side. "You know why?""I did a contract for them years ago, long before I walked away from that violent
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Detective's Dangerous Secret
DAMON'S POV:She was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke again, her voice softer now."You want to know why they hate me? Why they hate you? Why they are coming for us?"I did not answer. I just waited."It started with a job," she said. "Five years ago. They contacted me. Not as a spy. As a police officer. They wanted me to do something for them. Something illegal. Something that would have destroyed everything I had worked for."I looked at her. "You were a police officer?""I was. Before all of this. Before I went undercover. I was a detective. I worked for the homicide department for six years. I was good at my job, I was respected and I was proud of what I did."She paused. She looked down at her hands."I had a life. A real life. I had a career. I had colleagues who respected me. I had a future. And then they came to me.""Who came to you?""The Black Hand. They approached me in my office. They told me that they knew who I was. They told me that they knew my family. They told me
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me A Reason to Believe
The forgotten anniversaries. There had been three of those. Three times she had dressed up nice and made dinner and waited and waited and waited until finally getting a text that said "working late sorry" with no exclamation points, no emojis, no nothing.The cruel comments. Those were worse."You
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Promise Keeper
Celestine Valancourt stood in the bathroom of her penthouse apartment, her bare feet cold against the imported marble floor, staring at a little plastic stick that had just completely and utterly rearranged her entire universe. There were two little pink lines staring back at her. Two little lines
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me The Breaking of a Narcissist
KIER'S POV:I pour myself a drink and I sit in the dark and I wait for her to come back.She always comes back.But she does not come back.A week passes. Then another. The penthouse stays empty. My calls go straight to voicemail. My texts go unanswered. I send messages through her email, through s
After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me Sorry, I Wasn't There
She watched from the window as her father walked out to greet him.August Valancourt shook Lysander's hand with both of his, the way he did with people he truly respected, and he said something that made Lysander nod solemnly. Then her mother appeared, and Isabelle kissed Lysander on both cheeks, t
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