Librairie
Rechercher
Accueil / Romance / Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back / You have a call

Partager

You have a call

Auteur: Tryurbest
last update Date de publication: 2025-08-14 16:09:09

Lyvanne's POV

The studio buzzed with pressure, fabric rustled, machines hummed, staff moving quickly as if the very floor beneath them would catch fire if they slowed down.

I stood in the center of the busy office, a storm in heels, snapping out instructions like a general in battle. It has always been like this.

Of course it's my business, I don't need anyone to tell me what to do unless I want to go bankrupt. Giving orders was a compulsory thing I can't escape, and I can't just sit on my exe
Continuez à lire ce livre gratuitement
Scanner le code pour télécharger l'application
Previous Chapter Next Chapter
Chapitre verrouillé

Dernier chapitre

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    The Devil's Proposal

    Isabelle's POV… The shards of the broken vase still littered the bedroom as I cried out, but no one was there to console me. My chest rose and fell violently as rage coursed through every vein in my body. I wasn't expecting such betrayal from that daughter of a prostitute. Sarah was one of the hardest-working maids ever hired at Alex's house. I kept her close, treated her like a sister, not like a maid, yet she chose to pay me back that way. If only I could find a way to end her life… Jessica, on the contrary, couldn't help me because she believed there was nothing she could do since Alex already got evidence of my conversation. And any attempt to push the case further might land me in prison. I was left with no choice but to leave their house, tears flowing down my cheeks as I drove back home. Sadly, I finally lost Alex after many years of con

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    The Truth That Came Too Late

    Lyvanne's POV… The evening air was cool against my skin as I stepped out of the company building. Employees streamed past me, exchanging goodbyes before disappearing into the parking lot. My guards had already formed their usual protective circle around me while Louis opened the rear door of my car. I had barely taken two steps toward it when a familiar voice froze me in place. “Lyvanne.” My heart skipped as I halted. I turned slowly to see who that was. Unfortunately, my eyes landed on someone my mind didn't think of. Someone I didn't wish to see anytime soon. My gaze fell on Alexander Saint. My face went slack, my jaw hanging open in utter disbelief. No, this isn't happening, and I hope he's not here for something that will get me upset because I'm in my peaceful era and I wouldn't want anything or anyone to ruin it. He stood

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    Restless

    Lyvanne's POV… A few days later… That was all it took. A few days of shared lunches that somehow turned into dinner. A few evenings discussing contracts that ended with quiet conversations on his balcony overlooking the city. A few drives where neither of us felt the need to fill the silence. Somehow, Rovan had become… constant, not overwhelming, and not demanding. Just… there, steady, and reliable. The kind of person whose presence became familiar before you even realized it. Everything was moving so well. Then…he ruined everything. Or perhaps… He changed everything. I had never seen anything like it. The entire rooftop of one of the most luxurious hotels in the city had been transformed into something that looked as though it belonged in a dream. Thousands of white roses lined the marble walkway. Crystal chandeli

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    His Concern For Me

    Lyvanne's POV… It was as if this moment shouldn't end. You wouldn't blame me for feeling this way, though. I have gone through hell and I needed someone who will be there for me when I need them, someone who will truly cherish me. I deserve that too… We stood quietly beside the vehicle, admiring the views of the city. Neither of us spoke. For once, the silence wasn't awkward, but peaceful, comfortable, and safe with Rovan around. His presence was everything to me at the moment. You know,” I said softly, finally breaking the long silence. “Yeah?” he responded quickly, as if he were already expecting it. “You always act like everything is your responsibility.” Letting those words, I rested my hands on my chest as I faced him. Instead of returning the stares, he looked ahead. “It is,” he replied without turning around. “No, it isn't,

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    The Promise He Never Spoke

    Lyvanne's POV… After Rovan left my office, I remained standing in the same spot, staring at the door long after it had closed. His answers still echoed in my mind like a song played on repeat. ‘Technology.’ ‘Systems.’ ‘Professionals’ Every response had been smooth… rehearsed, and… incomplete. I rubbed my temple with a sigh, shaking my head at the same time. “You're hiding something,” I whispered to myself, walking back to my seat to have some rest so I could get my mind off the thought. As I pulled the chair to sit on it, a knock interrupted my thoughts. I paused, staring at the door. “Come in,” I said, patiently waiting to see who will step in. Louis, my head guard, stepped inside with his usual disciplined posture. His facial expression looked natural. “Ma'am, your vehicle is ready,”

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    Unanswered Questions

    Lyvanne’s POV… The soft hum of the air conditioner filled my office as silence settled between us. Rovan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with one hand tucked into his pocket, his broad shoulders tense beneath his tailored black suit. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the polished floor, making the room feel warmer than it actually was. I closed the file I'd been pretending to read and leaned back in my chair. “So…” I folded my arms. “You came all the way here just to stare out my window?” A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he turned around to look at me. He sighed, walking a few inches away from the window. “I came because you're going back to your house tonight,” he stated. “Well, I usually do,” I responded with a calm voice, my hands resting on the armrest of the executive chair I was sitting on. “I don't think you should.” His e

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    You Aren't Safe

    Lyvanne’s POVThe faint hum of my laptop filled the room as I clicked the power button. The screen lit up, and then—my heart stopped. A bold, red warning flashed across the screen:“Just because you survive doesn’t mean you are safe.”A cold shiver ran down my

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    You Have No Right to Be Here

    The engine of the car hummed under my feet, but it was the silence that pressed against my chest. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this disoriented. My thoughts were scattered, struggling to piece together the events that led us here. The image of Alexander’s bloodied form kept

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    Is He a Suspect or a Friend?

    (Lyvanne’s POV)I stopped abruptly when I saw Matteo.The moment our eyes locked outside the hotel entrance, my pulse quickened. How did he know I’d be here? There was no way it was a coincidence. With Matteo, everything felt orchestrated. His approach was smooth,

  • Dear Ex-wife, Please Come Back    BRUISING MY EX HUSBAND'S EGO

    The atmosphere felt stifling, as if the air itself was constricting around me. My heart pounded with anxiety, our faces mere inches apart. "You seem tense. Do you miss me?" Alexander's voice sliced through the silence. I chose to ignore him, fully aware that I wanted nothing to do with someone wh

Plus de chapitres

Vous vous intéresseriez aussi à

Découvrez et lisez de bons romans gratuitement
Accédez gratuitement à un grand nombre de bons romans sur GoodNovel. Téléchargez les livres que vous aimez et lisez où et quand vous voulez.
Lisez des livres gratuitement sur l'APP
Scanner le code pour lire sur l'application
DMCA.com Protection Status