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A Storm in the Spotlight
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2025-11-25 03:52:55
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Divorcing Mr CEO the truth revealed
Damian's footsteps echoed sharply against the polished hospital floor as he entered through the glass doors. The antiseptic smell hit him immediately, sharp and clinical. The lobby was busy with people moving in different directions—nurses pushing wheelchairs, doctors walking briskly with clipboards, visitors sitting anxiously in waiting areas.He barely noticed any of it.His eyes scanned the space quickly until he spotted the information desk. A young woman in a crisp blue uniform sat behind it, typing on a computer."Excuse me," Damian said, his voice tight. "Lord Blackwood. Where is he?"The woman looked up, startled by his intensity. She typed quickly on her keyboard. "ICU, third floor. Take the elevator on your right."Damian didn't wait for more directions. He turned sharply and headed toward the elevators. His shoes clicked rapidly against the floor. When he reached the elevator, he jabbed the button repeatedly, his jaw clenched with impatience.The doors finally opened with a
Divorcing Mr CEO the rush
Back at the Blackwood mansion, Damian stood in the kitchen preparing a light snack for Lira. The morning sun poured through the large windows, filling the room with warmth. He arranged sliced fruit on a plate with careful precision, adding a small bowl of yogurt on the side.His phone sat on the counter beside him, face up. He glanced at it occasionally while he worked, but his mind was focused entirely on Lira and the baby.Everything else could wait.He picked up the tray and began walking toward the stairs when his phone suddenly rang. The sound cut through the peaceful silence like a knife.He stopped and looked back. The screen displayed "Mother" in bold letters.His brow furrowed slightly. His mother rarely called him directly. She usually sent messages or had staff relay information. A phone call meant something important. Or urgent.He set the tray down on the counter and grabbed his phone, swiping to answer."Mother?""Damian." Her voice came through broken and shaking. He co
Divorcing Mr CEO the collapse
The morning sun rose over the Lord Blackwood estate, casting long shadows across the manicured gardens. The mansion stood tall and imposing, its white walls gleaming under the early light. Everything looked peaceful. Orderly. As it always did.Inside, Lord Blackwood's bedroom was quiet. The heavy curtains were still drawn, blocking most of the sunlight. A faint golden glow seeped through the edges, just enough to illuminate the large four-poster bed where Lord Blackwood lay.He had been awake for over an hour, but he hadn't moved. His body felt heavy and weak. The pain in his stomach had been growing worse each day, but this morning it felt different, sharper, and more insistent.He tried to sit up, but his arms trembled with the effort. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool air conditioning. His breathing came in shallow, uneven gasps.Something was wrong.Very wrong.He reached for the small bottle of medication on his nightstand. The pills the doctor had prescribed. The one
Divorcing Mr CEO The lawyer's dilemma
The evening had settled over the city like a thick blanket. Inside Bernard's school auditorium, rows of folding chairs were filled with parents, grandparents, and excited children waiting for the annual school play to begin.The stage was decorated with painted cardboard castles and paper trees. Colorful lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over everything. The air smelled faintly of popcorn from the concession stand in the lobby and the nervous energy of children about to perform.Barrister Harrington sat in the third row beside his wife. Mrs. Harrington held the program in her hands, reading through the list of performers with a proud smile. She was dressed elegantly in a navy blue dress, her hair styled beautifully. She looked happy. Excited.The barrister, on the other hand, looked like a man attending his own funeral.His suit was wrinkled despite his wife ironing it that morning. His tie sat crooked. Dark circles hung under his eyes, and his jaw was tight with tensi
Divorcing Mr CEO Serena's impatience
The afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of Serena's bedroom, casting golden light across the cream-colored walls. She sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection in the large mirror. Her makeup was flawless, her hair styled perfectly, but her eyes held something dark. Something restless.Her phone lay on the vanity table beside her expensive perfume bottles and jewelry boxes. She had been checking it every few minutes for the past hour. Waiting and hoping for a message, a call. Anything.Nothing came.She picked up the phone again and scrolled through her messages. The last one she had sent to the barrister was still there, unread. Or at least, he hadn't responded. That was two days ago now. Two days of silence.Her jaw clenched."What is taking so long?" she muttered to herself angrily.She had given him those photographs as clear proof that she knew everything about his family, where they went, what they did, and how vulnerable they were. Any reasonable person would have
Divorcing Mr CEO The barristers breaking point
The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of Barrister Harrington's study. The room looked nothing like it usually did. Papers were scattered across the mahogany desk. An empty whiskey bottle lay on its side near the edge. The leather chair was pushed back at an odd angle, as if someone had stood up in a hurry and never bothered to fix it.Barrister Harrington sat slumped in that same chair now, his tie loosened and his shirt wrinkled. His eyes were red and swollen from lack of sleep. Dark circles hung beneath them like shadows. His hair, usually combed perfectly, stuck up in several directions.He hadn't slept at all.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those photographs. Bernard at school. His wife at the grocery store. Their house at night. Someone had been watching them. Following them. Studying their every move.And he knew exactly who was behind it.Serena.He stared at the photographs spread across his desk. Each one felt like a knife to his chest. His hands tremb
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