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Chapter 260
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OSTARA’S POVMorning sunlight spilled weakly through the dining room windows, pale and uncertain, as if even the sun wasn’t sure what to make of the situation in this house. Natalie sat at the far end of the table, hair neatly brushed, clothes clean, posture folded inward, the bruises still clear as day on her face. She looked… contained. Quiet. Very unlike the woman who used to announce her presence like a trumpet.She stirred her oatmeal slowly, as though the smallest movement might shatter her. Donna sat beside her, swinging her legs, eating toast, occasionally glancing up at Natalie as though she were a new species. Anthony and I exchanged glances more often than we ate.But I didn’t want to interrogate Nat with Donna around. She was on edge already. I waited until she finished her breakfast. Bethany took her to get her dressed for school while the rest of us stayed, the silence around us fragile. Eventually, I cleared my throat. “Nat.”She looked up quickly, eyes widening ju
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 266
OSTARA’S POVAnthony’s study always felt like the safest room in the house—dark wood, steady lighting, walls lined with books that made everything feel grounded. Today, even the room seemed on edge.We spoke in angry whispers, the kind people use when they don’t want the person in the next room to hear them.Anthony leaned close to me, jaw clenched, voice low. “I don’t trust her. Not one bit.”“I don’t either,” I whispered back. “But have you actually looked at her? She didn’t even look like this when we found her after she disappeared for all those years!”Natalie was sitting on the couch outside the study door, wrapped in one of Bethany’s blankets, sipping tea with both hands curled around the mug like she expected ghosts to burst out of the walls at any moment. She kept staring into the cup as if something inside it had personally wronged her.I hated that part of me that reacted to her bruises. I hated even more that another part wondered what was real and what was performance. Cu
Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce Chapter 265
NATALIE’S POVThere was a time in my life when survival felt… improvisational. My lies had to be convincing if I wanted to survive, and my backbone needed to be made of adrenaline. I depended on my quick hands, quick lies, and pretty face to make my way through the world. It took me from stealing watches off of tourists in Paris to— well—where I was today. But this?This wasn’t improvisation. This was execution. This required strategy, precision… restraint.A willingness to betray whomever and whatever stood between me and the life I’d tasted in Dubai—my sun-drenched penthouse, my rich, handsome fiancé, my carefully curated reputation. I had no intention of going back to the quiet little coffin Peter called a necessity to get his revenge, but I also couldn’t afford for him to expose me. He could ruin everything in a single breath.So this had to work.I walked the perimeter of the Whitehill mansion just after sunrise, the grass still damp beneath my sneakers. The air was cold enough
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NATALIE’S POVPeter sat across from me like he had every right to be there, like he wasn’t the reason my life had detonated twice before I managed to glue it back together. “What are you doing here?” I asked, keeping my voice cool, unbothered.He ignored the question entirely. “I’m impressed, honestly,” he said, gaze sweeping over me. “Private brunches, invites to launch parties, Pilates memberships, and yet… not a single photo online. No tabloids, no gossip sites. Nothing. Almost impossible for someone who loves constant attention.”I lifted a brow. “Those are the perks,” I said smoothly, “of living in a city where people have actual money. They don’t need to validate themselves by posting every grain of salt on their avocado toast. And they respect privacy.”I leaned back. “Unlike you, Peter. I know you can’t resist sticking your nose in places it doesn’t belong.”His smile sharpened—not amused, just dangerous. “Careful, Natalie.”“You don’t get to tell me—”“I don’t care who you p
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NATALIE’S POVI never intended to disappear. Not in the grand, poetic sense people use when they talk about running away.I simply… pivoted.After grabbing the will from Sylvester’s safe and handing it over to Peter, everything changed. His reaction wasn’t what I expected. I thought he’d reward me, bring me into the luxury he always seemed to orbit. Instead, he told me he had arranged a quiet, low-key life for me and Damian somewhere in Italy. A small town, a small house, a small existence.A punishment disguised as protection.I remember looking at him while he spoke, that self-righteous calm he wore like a tailored suit. He had no idea how insulting it was. A quiet life? A hidden life? Did he not understand me at all?The moment he turned away, I knew I wouldn’t go. Damian would. He had always been the more obedient one. He believed in safety. In settling. He wanted children and a white picket fence and a garage where he could work on projects while I cooked in the kitchen. That so
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ANTHONY’S POVThe sound reached me before the panic did—a sharp, splintering crash from the direction of the upstairs guest bedroom. For one second, I assumed it was Donna knocking something over, but the heaviness of it, the echo, the silence that followed… my blood chilled.I left my study at a near run.Ostara stood near the window, frozen in place. White porcelain shards were scattered around her feet, coffee dripping slowly across the tiles in thin, pale streams. Her hands were trembling. Her eyes were fixed—not on the mess, not on me—but on the large window facing the garden.“Ossie?” I said.She didn’t look at me.I followed her gaze. The garden looked empty in the muted morning light, peaceful even. Nothing moved but the leaves. Nothing felt wrong… and yet everything was wrong because the expression on her face wasn’t confusion.It was fear.Pure, silent fear.“Ossie,” I repeated, stepping carefully toward her. “What did you see?”Her breath shuddered out. “Someone was there,”
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