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Chapter 38

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“Don’t be stupid, they aren’t donors. They’re just walking ATMs who are too arrogant to realize that their money is going into my private pocket.”

​Mike’s voice echoed throughout the entire ballroom, clear and cruel, destroying his own dignity in a matter of seconds. I stood frozen in the front row, clutching my clutch tightly, while my breath caught in my throat. Was the man who had long considered me a lifeless prop finally digging his own grave? Around me, the whispering changed into a roar
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  • Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again).    Chapter 45

    Dominic did not pull away. Instead, he closed the remaining gap between us. He stepped forward with a calm, almost sluggish movement, forcing me backward until my back hit the edge of his solid desk. My breath caught as one of his hands rested on the desk right beside my hip, locking my movement, while his other hand was raised—slowly, very slowly—until the back of his fingers traced my jawline, then stopped under my chin.​He was not gripping. His touch felt light, almost as if he were touching something fragile, contrary to his reputation for being ruthless.​He forced me to look up, compelling my eyes to remain locked on his dark irises, as deep as an ocean trench holding secrets.​"You said you were tired of crying," Dominic whispered, his voice low, flat, but carrying a weight that made the air around us seem to freeze. "But I’m not talking about tears, Bella. I’m talking about the soul. I see something there—something that should be shattered, yet it appears intact in an unnatur

  • Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again).    Chapter 44

    The morning sun pierced through the office's large glass windows, creating sharp lines of light that illuminated the fine dust dancing in the air. The atmosphere at the headquarters, which was usually busy and full of hurried footsteps, now felt different on this floor. Inside Dominic’s soundproof office, time seemed to stop ticking, squeezed between the tension that was growing ever thicker.I stood frozen in the middle of the spacious and minimalist room, feeling the cold air from the air conditioner stinging my skin, a contrast to the warm sunlight greeting the world outside. The atmosphere in Dominic’s office turned tense again when he did not let the topic of Jack simply pass by. The man stepped closer, his stride steady yet almost soundless on the velvet carpet, his eyes narrowing, demanding an explanation I hadn't yet given."What did he show you, Bella? What made you dare to come here with a different look in your eyes? A look that seems not to know the meaning of fear," Domin

  • Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again).    Chapter 43

    The atmosphere in the apartment felt stifling as I stepped inside. The silence that greeted me was not one of tranquility, but rather a heavy pressure in the air, as if the oxygen in the room had been completely sucked out by pent-up rage. Mike was no longer on the sofa. He was standing near the large window that overlooked the city center, with his back to me, holding a fresh drink in his hand. His shoulders were stiff, a danger sign I knew all too well—a signal that he was on the verge of an explosion.​"Where have you been, Bella?" his voice was low, cold, and demanding. Without needing to turn around, he already knew I had arrived.​I took a deep breath, steadying my racing heartbeat before turning. I had prepared this scenario meticulously; every word had been arranged like pieces on a chessboard. "I met with Jack," I said calmly, trying to make my voice sound as natural as possible, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.​Mike turned sharply. The movement was so sudde

  • Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again).    Chapter 42

    Dawn greeted this city with a cold gray hue, piercing through the gaps in the curtains of my luxurious but now hollow apartment. I woke up before the alarm went off, my thoughts immediately fixed on one name: Jack. There was no anxiety left, only a terrifying calm, like the surface of a lake before a major storm. Before moving, I reached for my personal phone and sent a short text to Arthur, Dominic’s personal assistant. “I’m taking the day off. I have a pressing personal matter. Do not contact me until tomorrow.” I did not wait for a reply. I knew Arthur was a compliant machine, and Dominic was too busy with his own plans to question my personal time.I left the apartment while Mike was still collapsed on the living room sofa, surrounded by empty whisky bottles and the suffocating scent of alcohol. He wouldn't wake up for at least a few more hours. That man was already ruined, even before I started pulling his final strings. I walked out with the elegance I intentionally maintained,

  • Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again).    Chapter 41

    The atmosphere of the apartment, which had previously been filled only with tension, now slowly turned into a stifling silence. The sound of the wall clock's ticking seemed to be a countdown toward the destruction I had carefully constructed. Mike brushed off my hand as I tried to reach for his arm—a rough movement that, strangely, no longer made me feel hurt. He walked sluggishly toward the minibar, grabbing a bottle of expensive whiskey and a crystal glass with movements full of hatred for the world.​"Go to sleep, Bella," he said flatly, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper. Without turning, he poured the amber liquid until it filled his glass. "I can’t sleep. My head is full of voices. Go to sleep first."​I stood frozen there for a moment, letting my face appear anxious—a mask I still needed for a few more hours. I lowered my head, letting my hair fall to cover part of my face so he wouldn't see the flash in my eyes. "Mike, you can’t keep going like this. This will ruin your health,"

  • Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again).    Chapter 40

    Have you ever realized that sometimes, the person you trust the most is the one who is patiently holding a knife right behind your neck?​The silent atmosphere of the apartment was broken by the sound of a hard impact against the main door. I no longer needed to wear the mask of a shaken woman. I was just about to head to the bedroom when the apartment door was kicked open. Mike stood in the doorway, his appearance far from that of an elegant fiancé. His tuxedo was in tatters, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were burning with a rage that flared like the fires of hell.​"Bella!" he roared, his voice booming and filling the room. He approached me with heavy steps, grabbed my shoulders, and shook me roughly until I jolted. "Why did you abandon me?! When everyone started doubting me, insulting me, and chaos broke out, you just ran away! You know I needed someone by my side at that moment!"​I closed my eyes for a moment, letting my body tremble—an act I had become very familiar with

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