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22. Running Late
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Anotida MandemwaGoodness me! Thank you for giving me and this book a chance. I honestly have been through a lot putting this together but I can't say this is not fun. I have truthfully enjoyed every second but you know what I will enjoy more? An honest review from you... A million thanks in advance! Anotida <3
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Condemned Wife's Compliance 250. The Deposition
Rafael Nikolaidis stepped out of the conference room with a file tucked under his arm, his expression composed in that careful, professional way that was his default.He had just finished his own deposition. He was exhausted and ready to just crash. It was then that he, as if drawn by an invisible force, turned his head and saw her.His ex-wife.Adrea Galanis.She was walking through the corridor with Aris Zervas at her side. He would have loved to have not noticed that their hands clasped together like a quiet declaration.She looked… lighter than he remembered her. Not a physical lightness, no. It was in the way she was holding herself. Like she could walk on clouds and not fall.Completely oblivious that he had an audience, Aris bent to murmur something to her, and she smiled.That smile made something in Rafael ache.He deserved this.He knew he did.He had stood on the wrong side when she needed him.Seeing her now, comfortable, intertwined with another… it hurt in a way he had n
Condemned Wife's Compliance 249. Dictators and Visionaries
The constant thrum of voices, footsteps, laughter, doors opening and closing, music playing somewhere in the background made it feel alive. All the same, the house felt unchanged. It was still full of warmth and chaos and life, layered with the faint scent of vanilla, floor polish, and baked sugar.Today was special, children’s laughter drifted up from the garden, bright and piercing, punctuated by the high-pitched squeal of balloons and the deep rumble of adult conversation. Music floated through the open windows, something cheerful and rhythmic that was probably put on to keep the children dancing.Belinda sat on the edge of the guest bed in her childhood room, her back against the headboard, the soft cotton duvet folded across her lap. The room had barely changed. The pale blue walls still held the posters she had never bothered to remove, the bookshelf still carried old textbooks and paperbacks she had loved as a teenager, and her wardrobe still held some of the dresses she no lon
Condemned Wife's Compliance 248. Aris Knows
Lights stretched across the skyline in endless constellations, traffic humming far below like a restless tide. The restaurant sat high above it all, a quiet pocket of elegance where the world felt distant, softened by glass walls and warm amber lighting.Adrea liked places like this. Not because of the luxury, but because of the illusion of privacy. Up here, the noise of the city was reduced to a dull murmur, and the chaos of life felt manageable.She sat across from Aris, one leg crossed over the other, her wine glass cradled loosely in her hand. He looked too comfortable for someone dressed as sharply as he was, jacket draped over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled, his attention fixed on her with an intensity that had long stopped unsettling her.“You are staring again,” she said.“I am appreciating.”“Appreciation does not require prolonged observation.”“Yes, it does. You’re just self-conscious.”She rolled her eyes.“You could respect me being self-conscious and not stare.”“
Condemned Wife's Compliance 247. The Narrative
The Nikolaidis estate was quiet. Almost too quiet.Felix Nikolaidis sat in one of the armchairs in the private sitting room, one ankle crossed over his knee, his expression composed to the point of indifference. The insidious weight of legal documents and public disgrace was being spread out in front of him.He did not really care. His mother was not happy with the social splashback they were facing. But he knew that this would not last. They were just another rich family having a scandal, he was just another heir who had disgraced himself to the point of having to sit in a holding cell.Right now, he was sitting in imported Italian leather in his childhood home, sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, a silver tea set untouched on the table before him.Across from him sat Daniel Kosta, the family’s long time legal counsel. He had represented Nikolaidis interests for decades, but today his expression was stripped of its usual smooth confidence. Papers were spread before him in neat
Condemned Wife's Compliance 246. Worm Cans
The venue was a converted glass conservatory overlooking the river, its ceiling a lattice of steel beams and crystal panels that caught the late afternoon sun and fractured it into pale prisms. Inside, the air smelled of expensive perfume, chilled champagne, and the faint metallic tang of stage lighting.Adrea felt strangely calm as she walked in between Anna Zervas and Sofia Zervas.Calm was not something she associated with public appearances anymore.But Anna had looped her arm through Adrea’s with casual familiarity, her copper hair swept into a sleek chignon that exposed elegant green drop earrings. Sofia walked on Adrea’s other side, her dark hair loose over one shoulder, her expression bright and mischievous as always.“You look like you walked straight out of an editorial,” Sofia said, flicking a glance at Adrea’s gown.Adrea smiled. “I was hoping for ‘not a walking disaster’.”Anna laughed softly.“You are not allowed to downgrade yourself in my presence. Aris already does en
Condemned Wife's Compliance 245. Fire Burns
Irene walked away from the room as though the ground beneath her feet were unsteady.Her heels clicked against the marble floors, but the sound felt distant, as if she were underwater, or drifting far from her own body. She did not look back at Felix. She did not look back at Rafael. She did not look back at Alexandros.She just put one foot in front of the other and walked away.Her steps were measured, but her mind was anything but.Felix assaulted Adrea.The words replayed in her head, over and over, like a record that refused to stop spinning.She had been so sure he was innocent. Sure enough that she had defended him. She had insisted he would never. She had laughed at the accusation, had dismissed it as Rafael’s gullibility, Adrea’s manipulation… She was not completely discounting the later.But the look on Felix’s face as he had not denied what he had done. It put something cold in her chest. She wrapped her arms around herself.A part of her wanted to believe that Adrea had se
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