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Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 38 — PUTTING THEM IN THEIR PLACE (II)
ASTRIDThe gall of this woman. My gaze slices to her, sharp as a blade. All the colour bleeds from her cheeks and she looks away. That’s what I thought.“And who do you think you are to speak to me in such a casual manner?” I snarl. “You will address me as Miss Michiavelli or you will not address me at all. Understood?”“Yes, I understand.” She mumbles, shoulders stiff.My gaze sweeps over the rest of them; “Besides, I will not tolerate it if any of you played the family card. That emotional blackmail will not work on me, unfortunately.Family does not favour one child at the expense of the other. Family does not have sexual relations with one another’s husband, get pregnant and proudly flaunt it.” I draw a deep breath to calm the fury that threatens to burn straight through my chest.“And most importantly, family does not sexually harass one another.” That last remark does not elicit any shocked reactions, which means the Montessori family were well aware that Kane had been harass
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 37 – PUTTING THEM IN THEIR PLACE (I)
ASTRIDI raise a hand and instantly, silence descends on the hall. The hum of voices die. The clink of glasses fade into the background. Everyone's attention is instantly focused on me.I scan the sea of people, noting the awe and reverence in their eyes.I feel like a queen, fully draped in her armour and ready to go to war. Finally, my gaze lands on the Montessori’s and a fiery ball of satisfaction rises in my chest. It’s time to brandish my sword. Mrs. Montessori’s face is so white, one would think she just suffered a heart attack. Her thickly painted lips tremble, her wandering eyes roving over me in pure shock. She looks like she’s just seen a ghost. Mr. Montessori, on the other hand, has gone deathly pale. He blinks rapidly as if to convince himself that he isn’t dreaming. He clutches his wife’s arm, his knuckles white as he holds on for dear life. How bloody pathetic.I hold their gaze and refuse to look away even for a second, even when Mr. Montessori’s breathing grows irre
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 36 — THE LAUNCH PARTY
ASTRID Finally, the D-day. Three years of patiently waiting and endlessly plotting against my adversaries. Finally, it’s here. I pause before the floor to ceiling mirror, staring at my reflection with villainous satisfaction. I dyed my hair. They say a woman changes her hairstyle once she steps into her villain era, so I joined the bandwagon. My once glossy, chestnut tresses are now jet black, a perfect mirror of the dark hollow that replaced my heart three years ago. My makeup is flawless, professional. No smoky eyeshadows or bold lipsticks. Just a nude, sharp arrangement that screams “cold, untouchable.” Then my dress — made of ten thousand, tiny, hand beaded diamonds, this dress cost upwards of five million dollars. It’s a black, floor-length affair. The only bit of exposed skin is my left thigh due to the thigh high slit. Asides that, the neckline is high to my collarbone and the sleeves touch my fingers. I learned long ago that there’s something about decency
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 35 — GEMINI AND THEA…
THEA“Thea, pull yourself together and stop acting like a jealous cunt!” I whisper to myself as I make my way down the deserted hallway.Besides, Gemini and Miss Astrid are just friends. Best friends. Nothing more.I take a deep breath, just about to veer into the kitchen when mind numbing electricity attacks my clitoris, causing me to stiffen. I remain frozen on the spot, my knees pressed together and my heart pounding like a runaway train.“No, no, no. Please, no…”But I guess it’s my unlucky day because the vibrator in my panties goes off again and this time, I nearly melt into the marble floors. Pleasure tears through my entire body with a burning vengeance. I sink my teeth into my lower lip to keep a strangled moan from slipping out.It pauses for a while and just when I start to believe that I’ve escaped, the vibration comes again, torturing my already sore, sensitive clit. I lean against the wall, my knees quivering as I look around in search of the suspect.Sure enough, bare
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 34 — MR. ANONYMOUS BILLIONAIRE
ASTRIDI take a deep breath, blow it out. Take another one, deeper this time, blow it out. Then I look at Aunt Eleanor and give her the tightest smile I can muster.“With all due respect, Aunt, I would rather walk on hot coal, stark naked, and shave all the hair on my head before I ever consider any form of marital affair with another human being of the opposite gender.”That said, I sit with bated breath, waiting for her response. Aunt Eleanor blinks at me. Once. Twice. Then her gaze sweeps over my hair.“Well, you do have glorious hair. It would be a shame if you went bald.”Despite the harrowing situation, my lips twitch with a smile.“I’m glad we’re on the same page, Aunt.”“We will always be on the same page.” She quips, strutting efficiently to her seat. “I will never let you marry anyone unless you expressly assure me that you want to get married. Which is why we need to do something about Mr. Anonymous businessman.”“Do we at least know the name of his company? We can offer t
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 33 — GOOD NEWS, BAD NEWS
ASTRID I breeze into the headquarters of The Michiavelli winery, trying to quel my ever mounting excitement. It’s not everyday that lady Eleanor — the baddest bitch on the planet if I do say so myself — calls me into her office. It’s not everyday that she has something “urgent” to discuss with me. Lady Eleanor is my role model. I love that woman so much, I would give her my kidney in a heartbeat if she asked nicely. Hell, I would force the kidney on her even if she didn’t ask nicely. “Tío Manuel!!” I screech at the top of my lungs when I spot my favourite uncle in the distance. Uncle Manuel turns, his face etched in a frown. That frown however gives way to a wide, handsome smile when he sees me. “Oye, princesa! Come to uncle!” He opens his arms and I fly across the hall and straight into them, burying my face against his broad chest. Instantly, the riotous voices in my head quiets and I feel at home. Tío Manuel smells like expensive grapefruit and sunshine. He’s on
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