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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

ผู้เขียน: Grace Kelly
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-05-26 19:04:08

THIRD PERSON POV

“Like my whore.” Alaric whispered, and the next, he crashed his lips against hers, his fingers sliding into her soft brown hair and massaging her scalp.

Isabella felt adrenaline course through her body, a feeling different from the sadness she felt. She shut her eyes so close, her hand moving toward his back.

She let out a soft moan as his tongue rolled inside her mouth, sucking her air away. His kiss held an air of need like she was something he needed to devour to survive, whilst she took in his scent of something deeper and darker. Like oak, or was it moss? She couldn't point it out, but he smelt like a man who had control in place.

By the time he pulled away from her, they were both panting for breath. She could taste the metallic blood oozing from the little bust on her lips.

“Here?” He asked, and she nodded.

“Like a whore, babe. Whores don’t use the bed.” She reminded him, and he hummed.

“You mean my whore. Because no man except I is allowed to do things to you
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  • EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE

    ALARIC’S POVI snatched my keys from the table, storming out of the building, and I ignored every single person who tried to talk to me. My knuckles were white around the steering wheel by the time I got into the car. Even the street and its activities weren't left out as they blurred out like dreams. All I could think about was the dead man as I hit on the accelerator and let the engine roar.As much as I hated hospitals because of their antiseptic smells, soon I was dashing through it, heading towards the ER. My heart was beating so fast with every second that ticked by.Four unfamiliar faces were already standing there: an older woman, two males who looked like they were in their late twenties, and a younger female dressed in her high school uniform. The moment they noticed me, their eyes shot daggers at me.“Murderer! You are a Murderer!” The older woman yelled as she launched towards me, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You killed my son.”That was all it took for my heart to s

  • EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR

    ALARIC’S POV“The building collapsed. You need to be here.” The words of Alex, one of my men, rang in my head as I swerved the car in ways that I usually wouldn't.My heart was racing so fast that I could hear my blood rushing to my ears. The project of Mr. Bunny and Mr Sands had failed. How? I had carefully checked the materials myself. I confirmed them before the work commenced. I had visited the site until four days ago when I had to stay back for my mother. Because I knew my men were more than capable of handling it.Or so I thought.I barely parked well before getting out of the car and storming towards the scene, and in that second, I froze, my jaw clenched, and my breath stuck somewhere in my chest.I could hear the faint sound of groaning, with some workers crouching near the fallen structure. Their clothes were covered in sand, and some had bruises. Their safety helmets were on the floor. The paramedics were around now, helping one of them into the back of the ambulance, hi

  • EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE

    ISABELLA’S POVI pulled my eyes apart as a warm soreness coursed through me. My vagina was battered and bruised, yet I loved every single inch of it. The bed sheets were draped over my body, stopping below my chest. The once-bright sun was starting to dim its light, which meant I had missed the party.Damn.I let out as I struggled to get off the bed; every step I took was pure torture. A torture I had missed so much and would love to experience some more. I grabbed a dress from the wardrobe and slid it on. Deep down, I knew I would miss the dress he had torn, but I could always get a new one. The experience was something I would never forget. Running my fingers through my hair, I tried to compose myself. As much as I would like to stay in bed, I had no excuse to give.Somehow I felt bad that out of all the days we could have chosen to make love. It had to be today but the mind does what it wants, right?I stepped out into the hallway and made my way downstairs. The scent of food sti

  • EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO

    THIRD PERSON’S POV“Don’t come in!” He roared almost immediately and covered her exposed skin with his frame while turning towards the door.Isabella’s heart was beating so fast as she struggled to glue back the torn dress magically. Embarrassment reddened her cheeks like crayons.The door halted, and then the clock clicked by, and nothing happened. But the mood had gone still, or so she thought until he turned around and carried her in his arms, close to his chest.“Where are you taking me?” She half yelled, hitting him gently in the chest.“To our room, Love.” He responded smugly.“But whores don’t use…”“Rooms.” He completed. “Yea, yea. But my whore does. Can't let anyone have a look at what I own.”Warmth spread through her, and she let her arms fall to her side. He was still as possessive as always, and she let him carry her through the hallway and then into the room. He placed her gently on the bed, his eyes moving over her lustfully.“Tell me, how do you desire to be fucked, my

  • EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE

    THIRD PERSON POV“Like my whore.” Alaric whispered, and the next, he crashed his lips against hers, his fingers sliding into her soft brown hair and massaging her scalp.Isabella felt adrenaline course through her body, a feeling different from the sadness she felt. She shut her eyes so close, her hand moving toward his back.She let out a soft moan as his tongue rolled inside her mouth, sucking her air away. His kiss held an air of need like she was something he needed to devour to survive, whilst she took in his scent of something deeper and darker. Like oak, or was it moss? She couldn't point it out, but he smelt like a man who had control in place. By the time he pulled away from her, they were both panting for breath. She could taste the metallic blood oozing from the little bust on her lips.“Here?” He asked, and she nodded.“Like a whore, babe. Whores don’t use the bed.” She reminded him, and he hummed.“You mean my whore. Because no man except I is allowed to do things to you

  • EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE   CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY

    THIRD PERSON’S POVThey were sitting around the table, Bianca beside John while Alaric and Isabella settled opposite them. In the center of the table lay a roasted chicken with buttery shrimp and soft mashed potatoes. The mini burgers that Bianca had craved for a long time were there, too, stacked with lots of fried onions and cheese. The birthday cake was doused in strawberries, and cupcakes, both chocolate and lemon, were all around it. Drinks were not let out, either.Bianca’s eyes dazzled with joy. “How did you know I liked all these?” She asked, raising her head to look their way. Alaric turned to Isabella, then back to his mother. “Let’s just say instinct.” But that wasn't entirely true. They had gotten it off the list, and Alaric had spent a lot to have it delivered fast. The cake he had ordered was another one entirely until he saw the list and knew it was nothing close to what he liked. This cake belonged to another client, and after carefully explaining its importance and

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