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Walls Rebuilt

Author: Chri's Layla
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-20 21:56:36

The car pulled away from the glittering lights of the hotel entrance, the flashing cameras fading into the dark like dying stars. The laughter, the gossip, the whispers — all of it slowly vanished behind me. I leaned my head against the window, watching the city’s lights blur into streaks of gold and white.

I sighed softly, exhaustion seeping through me like a tide. The night had been long — too long. My dress was stained, my makeup smeared, my dignity bruised, but somehow… my heart hurt the most.

“Keep your distance, Alice,” I muttered under my breath. “Don’t forget what he said.”

Vincent’s words from before still echoed painfully in my mind:

That single line had cut deeper than any insult could.

So what was the point of hoping? Of feeling? Of letting my heart soften every time he looked at me like that?

I clenched my fingers together tightly on my lap. I told myself to be rational — to remember that this was temporary, that whatever spark flickered between us was just an echo of th
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  • We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife)   Inch By Inch

    I raised my hand and pointed directly at the dress Lilian had just claimed herself.I disowned that dress.The words didn’t echo, but the reaction did.The whole crowd erupted in whispers, muttering, asking if I was crazy or what. The sound rose like a swarm—confused, sharp, cruel. I could hear my name being dragged through mouths that didn’t even know me. I could feel judgment pressing down on my shoulders like invisible hands.Lilian was already frozen there shivering.For the first time since I walked into that hall, she didn’t look confident. Her smile cracked, just slightly, but enough. Her fingers clenched around the fabric near her waist, knuckles whitening, breath uneven. She tried to compose herself, and she stared at me.Her eyes weren’t triumphant anymore.They were afraid.She asked me what was I saying, like if I was insane or what." Are you sick upstairs, Ms Alice?" She asked with a forced smile.Her voice sounded louder than it should have, sharp and brittle, like glas

  • We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife)   I Designed That Dress

    The day of the competition arrived without ceremony.No thunder. No warning. Just a quiet heaviness in my chest as I stepped out of the car and into the venue, the sound of cameras and voices crashing into me all at once. The building was already alive—investors, designers, critics, journalists, assistants rushing back and forth with clipboards and tablets, heels clicking sharply against polished floors.This was it.I had imagined this day so many times before. Dreamed of it when I was younger, when competitions still felt like opportunities instead of battlefields. Now, standing here, I felt none of that excitement. Only clarity.Cold. Sharp. Unwavering.I knew what I was doing.And more importantly, I knew what she was doing.I walked inside calmly, my expression neutral, my back straight. I could feel eyes on me—some curious, some judgmental, some openly hostile. The whispers followed me like a shadow. That’s her.The one from the scandal. Is she really still here?I didn’t reac

  • We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife)   Who

    By the time I left the boardroom that noon, my legs felt heavier than they should have.Not weak—just tired in a way that went deeper than muscle. The kind of exhaustion that settled into the bones after holding yourself together for too long. I walked down the hallway slowly, heels clicking against the marble floor, every sound echoing louder than necessary. People passed me, some nodding politely, some offering small smiles that carried relief more than warmth.Relief that the storm had quieted.I didn’t return any of it with enthusiasm. I simply nodded back, professional, composed, distant.Inside, my mind wouldn’t stop turning.Someone did this. Lillian That thought followed me like a shadow as I stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut, cutting me off from the rest of the floor, and for the first time since morning, I was alone. Truly alone.The silence pressed in.I leaned back against the mirrored wall, my reflection staring back at me—eyes tired, lips pressed together,

  • We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife)   Afraid Of Losing Her

    Noon light spilled through the sheer curtains of the hotel room, pale and uninvited, cutting across the polished marble floor like it had every right to be there. Vincent sat on the edge of the bed, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled just enough to expose the tension in his forearms. He hadn’t slept. Not really. Sleep required peace, and peace was a luxury he hadn’t afforded himself since the morning exploded.The city outside was alive—cars, people, noise but inside this room, everything felt suspended. Waiting.He stared at his phone, screen dark now, though he’d checked it more times than he could count. No messages from Alice. None from the penthouse either. He hadn’t expected any. She wouldn’t come to him. Not after everything. Still, the silence pressed against his chest harder than any accusation ever could.A soft knock broke the stillness.“Come in,” he said, voice low, controlled.The door opened, and Noah stepped inside, tablet in hand, expression sharp and business-focused—b

  • We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife)   Power and Control

    The chaos hit him like a silent explosion.He didn’t even need to look at the tablet in Alice’s hands to know the disaster unfolding outside these walls. The tension in the kitchen, the tightness in Alice’s jaw, the slight tremor in her fingers as she gripped the device—he felt it all without a word being spoken.Vincent Markston, CEO, the man everyone feared and obeyed, the man who could command armies of employees, financiers, and legal experts with a single word, now sat frozen in the middle of the breakfast room, watching a storm he hadn’t anticipated.A storm with Alice at the center of it.He had seen attacks before. On businesses, on stocks, on public figures. But this? This was personal. This was reckless, precise, and malicious. Someone had aimed for Alice, and they had done it quickly—too quickly for any ordinary reaction.He noticed every detail. The headlines, the faces, the tone, the videos—scouts, competitors, the way people shouted her name only to condemn her. Plagiari

  • We Divorced Now He Wants Me Back (Billionaire Contract Wife)   Lilian Your Going Too Far

    Breakfast had started calmly enough.For a moment, for a few fleeting minutes, it had almost felt normal. Almost like nothing was wrong. Almost like the boys were just… kids. Like the sun was shining, the kitchen smelled like food, and the world hadn’t conspired against her yet.But the quiet tension, the fragile peace she had worked so hard to maintain, evaporated faster than she could swallow her first bite.Mary Jane appeared at the door quietly, almost ghostlike, eyes wide and cautious, a small figure trying not to intrude. Her hands were shaking slightly as she held out a tablet.Alice’s heart clenched instinctively.“What is it?” she asked, rising slightly from her chair.Mary Jane’s voice was soft, hesitant. “I… I’m sorry, Alice. I didn’t mean to ruin breakfast. But you need to see this.”Alice took the tablet slowly, as if it were a fragile object that could break in her hands. The boys, absorbed in their own plates, glanced up curiously, sensing that something was different.

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