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EIGHTY ONE
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Divorced My Husband And Found Love EIGHTY SEVEN
Calix's povThe sirens were a distant, wailing chorus, a soundtrack to my living nightmare. The mansion was a tomb, silent save for the panicked whispers of my men, the crunch of shattered glass beneath my shoes, and the sickening creak of a door hanging from a single, splintered hinge. The air, which had moments ago been thick with the cloying scent of gunpowder and fear, was now simply cold, a stark, unforgiving presence that made my lungs burn with every breath.I stood in the center of the living room, a place of opulence and comfort that now looked like the aftermath of a bombing. Overturned furniture lay in broken heaps, their expensive fabrics slashed, their wooden legs snapped like kindling. Bullet holes, dark pocks against the pristine white walls, marked the final, desperate moments of a fight my men had lost. But the physical destruction meant nothing. It was the quiet that killed me. The silence where her voice should have been. The stillness where her laughter once liv
Divorced My Husband And Found Love EIGHTY SIX
Delilah's povI struggled against the bonds, holding me down.Julian tilted his head, his eyes glinting with a malicious satisfaction. “You were never anything more than a pawn, Delilah. A tool. You see that now, don't you? Nothing but bait in a game you never even knew you were playing.”The word ‘pawn’ was like a physical blow. It was so dismissive, so demeaning. And coming from him, the man who had pretended to care, who had feigned love, who had used my trust and my vulnerability, it was a special kind of hell.My stomach twisted, but I refused to let him see me falter. “A pawn? You’re delusional.”Silas chuckled from the shadows. “Julian is correct, of course. You are but a means to an end. The instrument of my vengeance.” He stepped forward, his cold eyes fixed on me. “But he has his own ambitions. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement. A beautiful partnership, wouldn't you say, Julian?”Julian’s smirk widened. “Perfect. I get what's rightfully mine, and you get your revenge.”
Divorced My Husband And Found Love EIGHTY FIVE
Delilah’s povHours later—or maybe it was only minutes, time had lost all meaning—the vehicle shuddered to a halt, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. The only sound I could hear was the frantic hammering of my own heart against my ribs.The door slid open, letting in a streak of moonlight. The scent of damp earth and pine rushed in. Rough hands grabbed me, pulling me out, my body stiff and aching from being crammed into an unnatural position. My feet, still bare, hit soft soil, then sharp twigs that bit into my soles.They dragged me through what felt like an endless tunnel of rustling leaves and vague shadows. My eyes adjusted slowly, catching glimpses of towering trees and their branches reaching towards the sky. We were deep in the woods, far from any road, far from any help.Then, a cabin appeared. A dilapidated structure of rotting wood and broken windows. When they finally shoved me inside, a thick, disgusting smell of mildew, damp earth, and something like decay, assaulte
Divorced My Husband And Found Love EIGHTY FIVE
Delilah's povI fought. God, I fought like hell.The ropes cut into my wrists as two of the masked men dragged me across the estate grounds. My wrists were bound so tight the ropes burned like fire, every tug cutting deeper into my skin. My bare feet scraped against the gravel, sharp stones biting deep into my skin, but I refused to stop kicking, thrashing, clawing at whatever I could reach. My heart thundered in my ears, wild and panicked, but rage burned hotter.They were dragging me towards a black van, parked in the shadows under a tree, its engine a low, predatory growl.“Let me go!” I screamed, or tried to but the sound muffled as a rough hand clamped down harder around my arm.One of them snarled. “Shut up.”“Don’t tell me to shut up!” I spat back, twisting desperately.The man’s grip tightened, pulling my arm almost out of its socket. The other shoved me forward, his hand digging into my already bruised hip.I kicked out, wild and desperate, my heel connecting with someone’s s
Divorced My Husband And Found Love EIGHTY THREE
Third person povAcross the city, Calix’s glass was just being refilled when his phone buzzed.He glanced down at the vibrating screen, irritation flashing across his features. But the name glowing on the display—Mateo—cut the annoyance short.He excused himself from the table with a cold smile, slipping the phone to his ear as he stepped away into the corridor of the private dining hall.“Talk.”Nothing. Just the faint echoes of gunfire in the background. Then Mateo’s voice panicked, something Calix had never heard from him before.“Sir, we’re under attack. Communications are jammed, power’s been cut and armed men breached the gates.”Calix’s blood went cold. “Where are they now?”“They just left. We tried to engage them but…” A muffled shout, the sound of another gunshot. Mateo swore. “They were targeting the family. Delilah and Naomi…”Calix’s voice dropped to a lethal whisper. “Where are they? Where’s my wife and daughter?”“I had eyes on them upstairs but they’ve taken her. Delil
Divorced My Husband And Found Love EIGHTY TWO
Third person povThe night unfolded quietly at first like every other regular night, as though the Knight mansion itself was holding its breath. Inside, everything and everyone moved at the usual rhythm. The staff walked through the halls with hushed efficiency, the scent of lemon polish and faint lavender diffused in the air.Upstairs in her room, Naomi sat cross-legged on the bed, textbooks and notebooks spread across the duvet, her pen scribbling across notes she would probably forget by morning. Her brow was furrowed, a pen tapping against her lips as she whispered through lines of a stubborn math problem. A half-eaten apple rested on a plate on her bedside desk. Her laptop’s screen was displaying a chaotic battlefield from a historical documentary she was meant to be studying.Down the hall, Delilah curled into the corner of the velvet couch in the private sitting room, one hand absently resting against the small swell of her belly, a soft cashmere blanket, a gift from Calix, was
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