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FionaThe smell hit me first when I entered Mountain County Psychiatric—not antiseptic or bleach like I'd expected, but something oddly pleasant. Lavender. Lemon. A desperate attempt at normalcy that somehow made everything worse.I'd changed clothes three times before settling on the navy Stella McCartney dress. Professional but not severe. Expensive but not showy. The security guard at the entrance had run a metal detector wand over me, his face bored. He'd seen worse than whatever he imagined my story to be."First visit?" The receptionist didn't look up from her computer."Yes." My voice came out higher than intended. I cleared my throat. "For Daniel Russo."That got her attention. Her eyes flicked to mine, a quick assessment. "ID please."The waiting room could have been a hotel lobby, with its neutral artwork and strategically placed plants. I tried not to bounce my knee, tried not to check my reflection in my phone screen again. My last therapy session had been two weeks ago. I
Last Updated : 2025-04-18Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging A new Plan
I leaned forward despite myself. "So what's the alternative?""Consensus building." He said it like it should be obvious. "Position Meridian as complementary. Not opposed to designer protections—just... a different approach. More practical. Less..." He searched for the word. "Idealistic."Something uncomfortable stirred in my chest. "Make myself the reasonable one.""Exactly." A ghost of a smile. "Don't attack her. Attack the execution. The naivety. That way, when she inevitably stumbles, you're not the opposition—you're the reasonable alternative."It made sense. Of course it did. Daniel had built his career on understanding how to position things, people, ideas. It's what had drawn me to him in the first place—that certainty, that clarity of vision."The foundation launch," he continued. "You should be there."I laughed, the sound brittle. "Right. I'm sure I'm top of the guest list.""Not as a guest. As press." His eyes held mine. "Meridian must have media connections.""And do what
Last Updated : 2025-04-18Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging James’ Journal
AlexThe lock stuck—it always had. Even when my father was alive, he'd jiggle the key with impatience, cursing under his breath when visitors weren't around. I'd inherited his hands, long-fingered and precise, but not his tolerance for imperfection.I twisted the key again, feeling the lock finally give. The door to his study swung open on silent hinges—the one thing in this house that had always been meticulously maintained. The scent hit me immediately: leather, pipe tobacco, and the faint chemical sweetness of the cologne he'd worn for thirty years. After five years, it should have faded. Sarah's theory was that Mrs. Nora, our family's housekeeper since before I was born, refreshed it periodically. A ghost kept alive through scent.I hadn't set foot in this room since the reading of his will. Hadn't wanted to. Our brownsto
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I set the journal aside, standing to pace the room. Outside, Manhattan continued its perpetual motion—cars honking, people shouting, life flowing around this mausoleum of secrets. I moved to the window, watched a couple arguing on the sidewalk below. Something ordinary and human.The legal pads were next. While the journals contained my father's composed thoughts, the legal pads held his working notes. Those were messier, more immediate, less filtered. I flipped through pages of business calculations, meeting notes, and random observations.Then I found it. Notes dated two weeks after my abandonment in the mountains:Ranger interview – Victoria's story seems inconsistent with the terrain and timeline. The separation appears deliberate based on witness statements. It occurred in an area she was famili
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MayaMy phone vibrated against the kitchen counter while I was inhaling my first coffee of the day. I glanced at the screen and nearly choked on the scalding liquid—Caroline Kingston. The woman who hadn't attempted direct contact since I'd told her she wasn't my mother anymore.I let it ring four times, debating whether to answer. Curiosity won out. Or maybe masochism."Hello, Mother." I kept my voice neutral, betraying nothing."Maya, darling!" Her voice dripped with the artificial warmth I'd grown up before Daniel. "It's been too long."I didn't respond to the obvious bait. The silence stretched between us until she cleared her throat."We saw the announcement about Giuseppe making you his heir. Congratulations! We always knew you could achieve something like this. Your father and I always believed in you."Right. It took then this long to talk about it, and this was the same father and mother who'd called me ungrateful, stupid, and selfish. Who'd watched as Daniel slowly crushed my
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FionaMy back ached. Three hours hunched over the printouts had left a knot between my shoulder blades that no amount of stretching would fix. I backed away from the hotel wall, blinking at my creation—photos, schedules, maps, and sticky notes connected by red yarn. Two weeks of work for a single day.Maya's stupid foundation launch.The ice in my glass had melted, bourbon watered down to nothing. I drank it anyway, the tepid liquid burning less than it should. My fifth? Sixth? I'd lost count.My phone vibrated against the nightstand, screen lighting up the darkening room. Mother. Again. The third time in twenty minutes.Have you secured press credentials yet? We need eyes inside that event.
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The morning of the foundation launch arrived with perfect weather, because of course it did. Blue skies, gentle breeze, not too hot for the mountain setting. Like the universe itself was rolling out the red carpet for Maya-fucking-Vega.My stomach churned as I pulled into the makeshift parking area at the base of the mountain. Luxury SUVs and hired cars lined the gravel lot, ferrying the fashion elite to Maya's childhood cabin, now transformed into the headquarters of her foundation.I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror, applying another layer of concealer to the shadows under my eyes. The morning's pill had kicked in, giving my movements a jittery precision. I'd taken more than usual. But it was necessary. I needed the extra edge today.The press credential hanging around my neck felt heavy, like a millst
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MayaI stared at my reflection in the small mirror of what used to be Mami Lulu's bedroom. The space had been transformed into a preparation area, with track lighting and sleek surfaces that would have made her laugh."¿Qué es esta tontería?" What is this nonsense? she would have said, hands on her hips. "You need the sunlight to see the true colors, mijita, not these fancy bulbs. ¡Qué ridículo!"The thought of her voice made my throat tighten. She should have been here today.The dress I wore cost more than Mami Lulu had spent on clothes in a decade—a deep blue silk that caught the light like water, with subtle glass bead detailing along the neckline that
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My father placed both hands flat on the table, leaning forward. His shoulder barely moved, but Crawford straightened in response—a subtle signal I couldn’t interpret passed between them. And that in itself was scary."While my daughter's personal life is her own business," he began.The word "daughter" hit like a fucking slap. My head jerked up before I could control the reaction, and I saw Richardson note it with narrowed eyes. I'd given them exactly what they wanted—confirmation that I could be rattled."I think we should acknowledge the... unique challenges she's facing," my father continued, letting the pause expand until everyone leaned forward slightly, scenting blood in the water."What challenges would those be, Robert?" Grandfather asked. The temperature in the room seemed to drop another five degrees at his tone."Her emotional stability since leaving the structure of her marriage. Let’s consider that," my father replied, his concern so perfectly performed it could win award
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging The Board
I took my seat at the head of the table, feeling the weight of every eye in the room. The leather chair creaked beneath me, and I winced involuntarily as I settled—still sore from last night. Richardson was directly across from me, caught the grimace. His gaze lingered a moment too long before shifting to the papers in front of him. Great start.Thirteen board members. Thirteen people who would decide my fate today. I scanned their faces, cataloging allies and enemies.My father sat at the far end, perfectly poised. Beside him, Whitcomb checked his watch for the third time in five minutes. Crawford had chosen a seat near the center, strategic neutral territory that everyone knew was anything but neutral. Chen and Martinez—usually reliable supporters—exchanged nervous glances, avoiding my eyes.Yamamoto, Grandfather's old friend, nodded slightly when our eyes met. A small comfort. Beside him, Wilson—ancient and immovable as the company itself—arranged her papers with military precision
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Shall we Begin?
I was ten minutes early and somehow still late.The Russo Designs headquarters loomed over me, all glass and steel and judgment. I'd thrown on the gray Armani blazer Grandfather insisted on, even though I couldn't remember why it mattered, but I wore it either way. My head throbbed, lack of sleep and too much Alex making it hard to focus on anything but putting one foot in front of the other.The receptionist's eyes widened when I walked in. Her gaze lingered on me, then suddenly looked very interested in her computer screen."Good morning, Ms. Vega," she said, voice carefully neutral. "Mr. Russo is waiting for you at the private elevator."Great. Just what I needed. A lecture before the firing squad.Grandfather sat in his wheelchair, positioned precisely in the center of the elevator alcove. Even in declining health, he maintained perfect posture, his suit immaculate, his eyes sharp as they cataloged every detail of my appearance. I could feel his disapproval very tangible.."You're
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MayaI jerked awake to the sound of a garbage truck outside. The sunlight coming in from a window was at a wrong angle. Wrong ceiling too. My body registered Alex before my brain could—his arm was heavy across my stomach, and his breath warm against my neck.Fuck.We'd done it again. I was starting to lose count. The beach was first, then back at my place. This place last night. The soreness between my legs and the dried cum on my thighs sent flashbacks filled with so much pleasure, I could feel my pussy start to dampen.The garbage truck banged another dumpster, jolting me back. My phone buzzed somewhere. Again. Again. Probably been doing that for a while now.I fumbled toward the noise, and found the phone half-under the bed. Grandfather. Olivia. Grandfather again. My stomach dropped—7:48. Fuck. The board meeting is at 10:00. Prep session at Grandfather's was an hour ago."Shit shit shit."Alex shifted beside me. "Hmm?""I’m late. I have a board meeting." I swung my legs over the ed
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"Yep. Appointed week ago. And get this—Thorne Designs is listed as a 'founding corporate partner' in their draft materials.""Is that so?" I felt a smile forming, the pieces realigning in a more favorable configuration. "And I assume there's considerable overlap between Thorne Designs suppliers and foundation beneficiaries?""Like you wouldn't believe. It's practically incestuous." Harrison popped his gum. "Massive conflict of interest if anyone bothered to look.""Perfect." I drummed my fingers against the table. "Keep the surveillance on the foundation office, but focus on board member interactions. Particularly Rivera and any communication with the Thornes.""You got it, boss." Harrison made finger guns at me, an infantile gesture I ignored. "So what's the play now? Since your boy Thorne is back in town.""We cut her off”"From you," Harrison said bluntly.I shot him a look,"From everything." I corrected it. "Maya believes in fresh starts, clean slates. She thinks she can erase the
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Twenty minutes later, the door opened without a knock. Harrison strolled in wearing worn jeans and a leather jacket, looking more like a mechanic than a private investigator. The facility's temporary visitor badge was clipped haphazardly to his collar."Evening, crazy." He dropped into the chair across from me, propping his boots on the edge of my bed. "Nice pajamas.""Get your feet off my bed.""Aren't we touchy tonight." He complied anyway, leaning forward instead. "What's so urgent I had to bribe three night staff to get in here?""Thorne is back in New York."Harrison raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, since noon. You're just finding this out now? I thought you had spies everywhere.""You knew?" The pressure beneath my ribs intensified. The fact that every other person knew before me, and didn’t think it was necessary to tell me was crazy."Course I knew. It's literally my job to know." He pulled out a pack of gum, offering me a piece which I declined with a glare. "Landed at JFK at 8:17 A
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Mind Games
DanielThe clock on the wall ran four minutes fast. I'd timed it against my daily medication schedule three weeks ago, but hadn't mentioned it to anyone. Small advantages accumulate.I watched the minute hand tick past our scheduled meeting time. Richard was late. The man billed $850 an hour and had never once been anything but punctual—until today. Unusual. Concerning. Richard's predictability was part of what made him useful—prestigious enough to satisfy the board's expectations, hungry enough to follow instructions without excessive moralizing.The burner Kevin had smuggled in buzzed. I glanced at the camera's blind spot before retrieving it.Message from 5772: Target no longer in Paris. Returned to NY this morning. Package undelivered. Awaiting instructions.I stared at the text, an unfamiliar sensation building beneath my ribs. Something hot and tight that made my fingers clench involuntarily around the phone. He shouldn't be back in New York. Not yet. Not for at least another th
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging We Should Talk
I heard the rustle of fabric as he shoved his jeans and boxers down. Then his fingers were gone, and I felt the head of his cock pressed against me. He paused there, so close to where I needed him."Say it again," he demanded."Fuck me," I repeated, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.“Not convincing enough,” he said, an I could only imagine the stupid smirk he would have on his face.“Pleassee”He pushed in slowly—too slowly—filling me inch by inch until he was all the way inside. We both went still, adjusting to the feeling. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, his breathing ragged above me.Then he started to move, building a rhythm that had me clutching at the sheets, face pressed into the mattress to muffle the sounds I couldn't hold back. Each thrust hit perfectly, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I pushed back against him, matching his pace, taking him deeper."Harder," I demanded, voice breaking.His grip tightened as he complied, driving into me with
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging I Know
"What is it then, Maya? What exactly do you want from me?" He pushed off from the counter, taking a step toward me. "Because I've been trying to figure it out since the moment we met, and I'm still fucking clueless.""I just want you to treat me like an equal!" I shot back. "Not some fragile thing you need to protect!""When have I ever treated you as anything less?""You make decisions about my life without consulting me!""What decisions?" He threw up his hands. "Name one actual decision I've made for you.""You—" I faltered, searching for concrete examples. "You decided I couldn't handle knowing why you were going to Milan.""I decided to handle a situation quietly before dumping more problems on you." He took another step closer. "You're fighting a war on multiple fronts. Your parents. The foundation. The board. I thought I could deal with one thing without adding to your plate.""That's not your call to make!""Fine!" His voice was sharp now. "You want to know? Daniel's been havi
