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39 — E-MAILS AT MIDNIGHT…
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Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 40 — BRAND NEW CEO…
After a long night of tossing, turning and mulling over everything that went down the previous night, I wake up the next morning after an hour of fitful sleep with a horrible migraine and the realization that I may have overreacted.I am honestly surprised at myself. It’s been a while since anyone triggered me enough to let my unhinged side run free. Now I have to deal with the realization that I may have annoyed Mr. Anonymous Businessman. He’d probably never want to meet me again. Chalking it up to exhaustion, I roll off the soft, satin covers of my bed and pad barefoot across the enormous Machiavelli mansion, all the way to the kitchen. “Mommeeee!!” Zara screeches, her little legs pounding the marble counter when she sees me.All my worries instantly disappear at the sight of her bright, cheeky smile and her perfectly slicked back hair. Her little pink outfit is so cute, my heart does flip flops.“Hi, my babyyy!!!” I hurry towards her, my hands outstretched. When I finally have
Dear Ex-husband, My Stepbrother is Your Replacement. 39 — E-MAILS AT MIDNIGHT…
ASTRIDIt’s three minutes past midnight and I just put my baby girls to sleep after reading two chapters of their favorite children’s book — Jack And The Giant Bean.They stayed awake, refusing to sleep until I returned. I had to give them a bath and tuck them in myself. Between Zoya almost chewing the tiny wing off her duckie and Zara splashing water all over the place, coupled with my exhaustion, I almost suffered a goddamn stroke right there in the bathroom.Don’t get me wrong, I love my babies and I would die for them, but sometimes, I just want to scream. And maybe pull out all my hair. Three minutes ago, Zara asked me a question — one that made me freeze for a couple of seconds, hoping I’d heard wrong.“Mummy, we have a daddy somewhere, don’t we? Why isn’t he with us?”For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. For the past three years, I have considered myself lucky because Zoya and Zara have never asked about their father. I mean, never. For children who are unbelievably inquisitive
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
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