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Ex Husband, Prepare To Burn Chapter 14 - Her Secret Sister
Ian’s POV The whiskey burned down my throat — but not nearly enough I slammed the empty glass onto the counter. The sound was sharp, final.The bartender didn’t hesitate. He reached for the bottle immediately. Smart man.“Rough night, sir?” he asked carefully, already pouring.I lifted my eyes to him.One look. Not long. Not hard. Just enough.He froze, swallowed, and pushed the glass toward me without another word.Good.“Keep it coming,” I said, voice cold, distant. “Don’t stop until I say so.” I drank again, eyes drifting towards the stage. Camila.Cameras loved her tonight — flashing endlessly, all focused on her. She stood on stage like a fallen angel resurrected by sympathy — tears glistening, voice trembling,the perfect victim.Perfect posture. Perfect timing.She knew exactly when to take break, when to pause, when to let the silence do the work.For five years,she had played her role well and I had watched her manage chaos like this—smooth it over, redirect the narrative, p
Ex Husband, Prepare To Burn Chapter 13 -
Elara’s POV It was exactly seven p.m. when my car stopped before Eleanor Hall, one of New York’s most prestigious venues—polished marble, crystal chandeliers, and a reputation built on appearances. A fitting stage for Camila, deliberately chosen to carry out her absurd witchcraft, its charm designed to draw unsuspecting souls into her grasp. She had always favored places like this—grand enough to impress, controlled enough to manipulate. From the entrance alone, I could already picture her rehearsed tears, her calculated humility, her performance of innocence. I stepped out, the cool night air brushing my skin. My gown was one of my private designs—deep obsidian silk with a subtle slit, elegant and dangerous. My hair was braided loosely to one side, soft enough to mislead, deliberate enough to conceal. The mask covered the upper half of my face, sculpted, refined, anonymous. Tonight, I was a shadow with teeth. Inside, Camila stood near the entrance, radiant beneath warm
Ex Husband, Prepare To Burn Chapter 12 - It's Time To Pay An Old Friend A Visit
Elara’s POV The car slowed in front of the New York SM Group’s main entrance, its black exterior reflecting the morning sun like polished obsidian. Before the engine even settled, my chauffeur hurried around and opened the door. “Thank you,” I said with a soft smile. He bowed, and I stepped out, heels clicking against the concrete. Today, I wasn’t just entering a building. I was entering my new era. My new kingdom. I smoothed my cream satin blouse, its fabric hugging my frame perfectly, tucked into a tailored high-waist charcoal skirt. A long camel trench coat rested lightly on my shoulders—unbuttoned, flowing, intentionally dramatic. My legs crossed elegantly in black Louboutin mirror heels, each step echoing confidence. With high class aura. My nails—midnight red—glowed under the morning light, matching my lipstick, a color Ian once banned before we even got to say our marriage vows. He didn’t want other men looking at me with a lustful desire, so I always had to dress
Ex Husband, Prepare To Burn Chapter 11 - Do What You Do Best
Camila’s POV “Ah, fuck this. Fuck all of it!”My scream tore out of me before I even realized it. My arm swept across Ian’s desk, sending files, pens, a photo frame—everything—crashing to the floor. The sound echoed through the office like shattered glass mocking me.My chest rose and fell sharply. I tried to breathe, but the weight of Ian’s words still pressed against my ribs like iron. The door clicked open.For a hopeful second, I thought it was Ian—coming back, apologizing, holding me, choosing me.But it wasn’t.It was Victoria.My breath caught. “Victoria? Oh my God—you’re back?” I rushed toward her, throwing my arms around her.Her body stiffened, just for a heartbeat—cold, mechanical—before she hugged me back with exaggerated enthusiasm.“Good to finally see you again,” she said sweetly… too sweetly.As she pulled away, the sweetness dropped. She lowered her sunglasses with that arrogant tilt only she could pull off. Her glossy hair fell perfectly over her shoulder, not a st
Ex Husband, Prepare To Burn Chapter 10 - Camila Has a Way of Fixing Things
Ian's POV Curtains covered every corner of my office window, turning the room dim even though the morning sun kept forcing its way in. Warm light slid across the floor like it was trying to reach me—but I stood frozen, coffee cup in hand, unable to take another sip. I’d just finished another exhausting meeting with the board. Another hour of damage control. Another lecture about Camila’s scandal. I ran a hand across my jaw as their words repeated in my head. “We need to minimize the damage before things get out of hand.” “This video could sink the brand this season and also continue to affect market sales in the future.” “Your relationship with Ms. Vale is now a liability. It's a huge threat to the fashion industry. Don't you see what's coming?”And yes, some part of me told me they weren’t wrong about that but... The video had turned Camila into a public monster overnight. And not even my money can cover it up. My phone chimed. Again. I pulled it out, already annoyed—and
Ex Husband, Prepare To Burn Chapter 9 - Perfect Timing
Camila's POV The Vance Mansion loomed before me, every polished surface gleaming under the chandelier lights, the perfect reflection of power, wealth, and everything I had fought for. As I stepped through the grand entrance, heels clicking sharply on the marble floor, I couldn’t help but smile inwardly. After finally getting rid of Elara—oh God, she had been such a fool, such a pathetic, idiotic little girl—everything that once belonged to her, every opportunity, every possession, every shred of influence, was now mine. Including Ian.And with him at my side, I felt untouchable. Untouchable, invincible, and unstoppable. No one dared cross me—not unless I allowed it. My diamond-studded heels thundered across the floor with every step, echoing my growing satisfaction as I moved closer to the staircase. But just before I could ascend, a trembling voice stopped me in my tracks.“Miss Camilla,” Jane said, her tone trembling under her breath.I turned slowly, my gaze landing on her—stupid
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