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Chapter 302

ผู้เขียน: Anney GW
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OSTARA’S POV

If Zane had any sense left, he wouldn’t confront Peter about Marco directly.

Men like Peter didn’t respond well to being cornered by people they already considered disposable. Zane’s best chance—his only chance—was self-preservation kicking in hard enough to override his ego.

I hoped that instinct would push him toward Anthony instead of toward proving something to Peter.

Natalie was asleep again.

Her head lolled forward, chin tucked to her chest, breath shallow and uneven. She’d slipped under without warning this time, eyes fluttering shut mid-sentence earlier, like someone had pulled a plug.

I shifted slightly in the chair, testing circulation in my hands, and closed my eyes. The concrete beneath my feet radiated cold straight into my bones.

I thought of Donna. I pictured her small hands clutching her blanket. The crease between her brows when she was scared but trying not to show it. I pictured Anthony leaning down to kiss the top of her head, promising her things h
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  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 303

    OSTARA’S POVBy the time I understood what was happening, we were already gone. One second, I was listening to the noise outside, trying to pick Anthony’s voice out of the chaos. The next, a door behind us banged open, and a hand clamped over my mouth.“Quiet,” a voice hissed in my ear.Peter.His guard cut the ropes at my ankles in one rough jerk and hauled me upright. Natalie jolted awake just in time to see him coming for her.“Wha—” she started, before the guard snapped at her to shut up.Cold air slapped my face as they shoved us out the back door and into the night. I tried to track directions, turns, distances—anything—but exhaustion smeared everything together. The only thing that stayed sharp was Peter’s shape ahead of me, moving fast.We reached a house. Calling it that felt generous. It looked like someone had started building, then abandoned the project halfway through.The guard forced the door open and marched us down a narrow stairwell into the basement. The air was st

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 302

    OSTARA’S POVIf Zane had any sense left, he wouldn’t confront Peter about Marco directly.Men like Peter didn’t respond well to being cornered by people they already considered disposable. Zane’s best chance—his only chance—was self-preservation kicking in hard enough to override his ego. I hoped that instinct would push him toward Anthony instead of toward proving something to Peter.Natalie was asleep again.Her head lolled forward, chin tucked to her chest, breath shallow and uneven. She’d slipped under without warning this time, eyes fluttering shut mid-sentence earlier, like someone had pulled a plug. I shifted slightly in the chair, testing circulation in my hands, and closed my eyes. The concrete beneath my feet radiated cold straight into my bones. I thought of Donna. I pictured her small hands clutching her blanket. The crease between her brows when she was scared but trying not to show it. I pictured Anthony leaning down to kiss the top of her head, promising her things h

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 301

    ANTHONY’S POVThe jet vibrated beneath my feet as we cut through the night sky, engines steady, relentless. Halifax was still an hour away, but time had taken on a strange elasticity—stretching where I needed it to hurry, compressing where I needed it to slow down.Elijah sat across from me, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, and posture just as stiff and tensed as always. Victoria sat a few feet away, silent, reviewing something on a tablet with the same ruthless calm she’d had at the warehouse. There was an air of control and calm about her. It was relieving. It was also a little unnerving, because it made me feel like she knew something the rest of us didn’t. A secret plan or something that made her feel more confident than the rest of us. I envied that. That used to be my play. Right now, I was just sure that the second I landed, I would go in and hold nothing back. That was my entire plan—attack. I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes for half a second. Moving felt good… it

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 300

    ANTHONY’S POVThe map of Halifax was a mess of red circles, black arrows, and notes scribbled in Victoria’s neat, lethal handwriting. Twelve warehouses. Twelve possible holding sites. Twelve places to hit at the exact same minute.Victoria stood at the table, sleeves rolled to her elbows, her hair pinned in its usual severe knot. She was marking routes for insertion while Elijah cross-checked guard rotations and terrain.They spoke like people who had done this before — not once, but many, many times. Elijah was crisp, analytical, stripped of emotion. Victoria was calm in a way that wasn’t peace, but experience sharpened into deadly instinct.And me — vibrating with impatience.“Warehouse clusters here,” Victoria said, tapping the pen against the docks. “Six on the upper row, six on the lower. Access roads are narrow, which works for us. If Peter brings backup, he’ll bottleneck himself without even realizing it.”Elijah nodded. “Our teams come in from both sides. Chokepoints secured.

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 299

    OSTARA’S POVNatalie had drifted in and out of sleep three times already—head dropping forward, breathing shallow, limbs slack. The last time her eyes fluttered closed, she didn’t wake again for nearly an hour.That just confirmed to me that the food they were giving us was, in fact, drugged. Maybe not heavily—but enough to keep us compliant. I ate very little, only enough to not pass out. And even then, I could feel it affect my thinking. Natalie, though, wouldn’t hold back because she couldn’t tolerate the hunger. Watching her sway in and out of consciousness confirmed that I couldn’t depend on her. I had told Natalie the plan earlier, but she was too exhausted to listen fully. Truth was, she didn’t need to be awake for any of it. I’d planned it that way.I couldn’t afford to build my escape on the shaky hope that someone else would hold their nerve. I needed something that worked even if Natalie collapsed, panicked, or froze. She slept again, slumped forward.And that was when

  • Dear CEO, I Want a Divorce   Chapter 298

    OSTARA’S POVTime had started folding into itself.Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like nothing at all. The warehouse hummed around us, and Natalie was dozing lightly in her chair—head lolled forward, breathing uneven. Peter hadn’t come back. Zane hadn’t shown his face. And in the strange quiet of that cold Halifax basement, my mind drifted somewhere else entirely.Elijah.Victoria.And a night years ago that I had almost forgotten.Back then, I had just found my real family. I had just moved to London, starry-eyed and terrified, trying to build Harvest Bloom with what little I knew about the world outside of the Montgomery and Möller households. I thought I knew pain. I thought I knew loss.But Elijah… Elijah carried something deeper. Something buried so far inside him that even I couldn’t reach it.I used to wonder why he kept Penny so close. Why he became both mother and father to her with such ferocious devotion. Why he never so much as looked at any another woman.One eveni

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