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Maya's POVI sat in Olivia's pristine office, my fingers tracing the edge of her mahogany desk. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, catching on the fresh flowers she always kept. Everything about the space spoke of new beginnings – so different from the suffocating opulence of my prison."He locked you up and you fainted?" Olivia's voice was tight with controlled anger. Her normally perfect composure cracked as she paced behind her desk. "Maya, this is beyond divorce territory. We could press charges.""No charges," I said firmly, watching her heels click against the hardwood. "I just want out."She paused her pacing, pulled open her drawer, and withdrew a thick manila envelope. The weight of it felt significant as she placed it in my hands. "Final version. I've triple-checked everything."My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it. Fiona's smirking confession about the food flashed through my mind, followed by the metallic taste in my mouth, the world going black. Ever
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Maya's POVGrandfather's knowing smile over breakfast should have warned me. He'd been particularly interested in my coffee preference this morning, watching me with that gleam in his eye that usually meant he knew something I didn't."Alex mentioned the design department's been busy," he said casually, too casually. "Must be exciting times at Thorne."I focused on stirring my coffee, grateful he couldn't see my hands shake slightly. The interview invitation sat heavy in my phone's inbox, unmentioned. "It's... interesting."His eyebrow rose fractionally. For a moment, I thought he might press further, but he just hummed and returned to his newspaper.The drive to Thorne Designs felt longer than usual. I'd chosen not to tell Alex about the interview - not a lie, exactly, just... an omission. Something I needed to do on my own merit, without complications or assumptions.The usual morning bustle of the lobby paused briefly as I stepped in. A familiar figure stood by the reception desk, h
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"Mr. Thorne." Sophie's voice went high, desperate. "I... I wasn't..."But he was looking at me, his expression impossible to read. The air felt thick with everything we weren't saying.Alex's hand barely brushed my elbow as he guided me away from Sophie's crumbling composure. The touch was light, professional, but electricity sparked through my sleeve."I believe we're done here," he said, his voice carrying that same quiet authority I remembered from breakfast. The memory of his knowing smile made my cheeks warm.The elevator doors closed on Sophie's stunned face. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, my portfolio clutched against my chest like a shield.“Thank you.” I tried to speak in a steady voice, masking any hint of emotion, but deep down, I couldn’t help wondering why he always seemed to catch me at my most vulnerable moments."There's a place around the corner," Alex said as we descended. "Best mushroom risotto in the city."It wasn't really a question. But then
Last Updated : 2025-01-16Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Sign Them
Daniel's POVThe divorce papers sat on my desk like a personal insult. Late afternoon sun slanted through my office windows, catching on Maya's signature. Each stroke felt like a slap, like she was finally daring to defy me.Ridiculous. Absolutely fucking ridiculous.I took another sip of scotch, letting the liquid burn. Memories of our early days flooded back - how perfectly she'd fit into my world, so talented, so moldable. The way she'd light up when I praised her work, before I taught her to be quiet, to know her place.She'd been an investment, really. Raw talent wrapped in insecurity, just waiting to be shaped. Every design she created under my guidance made me millions. Every time she shrank from my touch, my control grew stronger. Perfect. Profitable.Until now.The celebration party played in my mind - her defiance, that spark in her eyes I thought I'd crushed years ago. Locking her up was supposed to remind her of her place. The fainting? Obviously another attention-seeking
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Maya's POVThe silk blouse draped over my ironing board like water. Steam rose in delicate curls as I pressed each seam, remembering the way Janet had smiled during the interview. Tomorrow. My first real day of work in years."You'll wear out the fabric if you keep at it."I jumped at Grandfather's voice. He stood in the doorway of my room, watching me with fond exasperation."I want to look perfect," I admitted, smoothing the fabric one last time."Ah yes, your new job." He settled into the armchair by the window. "Though you didn't mention it was Alex's company at breakfast."Heat crept up my neck. "I didn't want you to think...""That he gave you special treatment?" Grandfather's eyes twinkled. "Maya, my dear, I've known you since you were born. You've never taken the easy path.""Daniel..." I hesitated, the iron hovering over silk. "He didn't want me to work.""And now?"The divorce papers flashed through my mind. I couldn't tell him. Not yet. "Now I'm free to try."Grandfather was
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Maya's POVI'd been staring at my phone since dawn, refreshing the page where the article had been. Now it was gone, like it never existed. If only rumors disappeared that easily.My blouse hung perfectly pressed on the doorframe, exactly as I'd left it last night. Simple, elegant, armor for my first day. In the mirror, I looked different somehow. Maybe it was the way I held myself now, or maybe just the light."Early start?"Martha stood in the doorway with coffee. She'd been the mansion's housekeeper longer than I'd been alive, and nothing got past her."First day," I said, taking the cup. The warmth helped steady my hands.She clicked her tongue, reaching over to fix my collar. "Don't let them see you flinch."I smiled, as her simple words helped reinforce my confidence.The drive to Thorne Designs was too short and too long. I rehearsed my face in the rearview mirror - professional, calm, unbothered. The article might be gone, but people's memories weren't.The lobby looked the sa
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Maya's POVThe usual morning bustle of the lobby froze the moment I stepped out of the elevator. My mother stood in the center like a gathering storm, designer handbag clutched like a weapon. Ten years hadn't changed her much - same perfectly coiffed hair, same expensive clothes that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent."So this is where you've been hiding," she announced, voice pitched to carry. "Playing career woman while your poor husband sits at home alone."My stomach turned at the sight of phones being raised, at the eager faces of my coworkers pretending not to stare. First day on the job, and already my past was here to haunt me."We should talk somewhere else." My voice came out quieter than intended, but steady."Don't you dare walk away from me." Her voice rose sharply. "I'm not done-""Either we talk privately," I cut in, heat rising in my cheeks, "or security escorts you out. Your choice."She laughed, that brittle sound I remembered from childhood. "You thi
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AlexI watched Maya's reflection in the office window until it disappeared around the corner. The professional mask I'd worn slipped, just slightly, as I pressed my forehead against the cool glass. Below, the city sprawled like a glittering promise - the same view I'd fought so hard to earn.My fingers found the small scar at my temple, usually hidden by my hair. A souvenir from my stepmother's diamond ring, from a time when I'd dared to speak at dinner without permission. Strange, how certain memories stayed fresh no matter how many years passed.The pendant Maya wore today had caught the light during the lobby confrontation. Those beads - so similar to the ones I'd been turning over in my mind since our first meeting. The same intricate patterns, the same way of catching light...The memory rose unbidden, as it often did in quiet moments.I'd been twelve, though I looked younger - all knees and elbows and hunger that went deeper than missed meals. The mountain resort had been my fath
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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
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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
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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
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging What is it Then?
"Okay."I hung up before my voice could betray me. For a second I just stood there, phone in hand, heart doing this stupid fluttery thing I hated. Pathetic. Not even twenty-four hours after walking out, one call and I'm jumping.Except I wasn't jumping. I was going over there to tell him exactly what I thought. That's all.I cranked the shower too hot and stepped in anyway, feeling my skin flush red. The bathroom mirror caught my reflection as I toweled off. Christ, I looked wrecked, and I needed sleep.But at least, I need to know what he had to say.I yanked on jeans and grabbed the first sweater my hand could find. My wet hair dripped cold trails down my neck as I half-heartedly (At least that was what I told myself) dragged a brush through it, catching on knots I didn't have patience to work out.My phone lit up with a text from Olivia about Henderson and a 9AM meeting. I glanced at it, exhaled sharply, and tossed the phone in my bag. The car keys dug into my palm as I headed for
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"What leverage could they possibly have on Chen?" I asked, focusing on the immediate problem to avoid the bottomless pit of other thoughts waiting to swallow me. "She's been with Russo Designs for twenty years. She despises my father.""Well…they wouldn't approach her without ammunition," Grandfather said. "Your parents are opportunistic, not stupid."I stopped at the window, pushing the curtain aside to peer at the garden below. The rosebushes needed pruning. Grandfather was letting things slip. Another small sign of his decline he thought I hadn't noticed."Something about the foundation," I said finally. "That's what they've been focusing on.""The Henderson grant application," Olivia suggested, looking up from her laptop. "Your father's golfing buddy chairs th
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging Go Home
"What leverage could they possibly have on Chen?" I asked, focusing on the immediate problem to avoid the bottomless pit of other thoughts waiting to swallow me. "She's been with Russo Designs for twenty years. She despises my father.""Well…they wouldn't approach her without ammunition," Grandfather said. "Your parents are opportunistic, not stupid."I stopped at the window, pushing the curtain aside to peer at the garden below. The rosebushes needed pruning. Grandfather was letting things slip. Another small sign of his decline he thought I hadn't noticed."Something about the foundation," I said finally. "That's what they've been focusing on.""The Henderson grant application," Olivia suggested, looking up from her laptop. "Your father's golfing buddy chairs th
Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging They Can’t Remove Me
MayaI'd forgotten how much I hated Grandfather's study. The room felt like it was actively trying to swallow me—dark wood paneling soaking up what little sunlight filtered through heavy curtains, leather chairs too deep for my frame, bookshelves stuffed with volumes nobody had opened in decades. The air still had that perpetual smell of cigars even though I had never seen grandfather smoke."They've approached Whitcomb," Grandfather said, tossing a handwritten note across his massive desk. Not photographs. Not dramatic surveillance. Just his spidery handwriting on Russo Designs stationery showing the result of one phone call to a secretary who'd worked for him for thirty years and still treated him like God despite his "retirement."I picked it up, trying to focus on the words while my brain kept circling back to the same useless
