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Chapter Six: The Door I Shouldn’t Have Knocked On
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From Ruined to Reclaimed: Saved by the Billionaire Chapter Six: The Door I Shouldn’t Have Knocked On
I wasn’t supposed to be here.The plan was simple: have the courier handle the delivery, keep things professional, avoid any unnecessary face-to-face interactions. But when the delivery service called last minute to say their van had broken down, I didn’t even think twice before volunteering to do it myself.And maybe — though I’d rather die than admit it, I was a little too eager to come. To see him again. Alexander.One week. It had only been one week since he stepped into my flower shop and turned the air into something sharp, charged. But in those days, between orders and Maya’s chatter and Aiden’s stubborn questions about whether chickens can talk, my mind had found a hundred ways to circle back to him. To his voice. His presence. That pull I still couldn’t explain.I pulled up the long, winding driveway, my tiny Corolla looking like a lost child against the towering gates and perfectly trimmed hedges. My heart stuttered as the house finally came into view. No, house wasn’t the
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I couldn’t sleep.Not because of the wind or the occasional hoot of an owl outside my window. It was something else, something heavier.I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the dim glow of the lamp across the room, my hands wrapped around a cold mug of chamomile tea that I’d long stopped drinking.Blackwell Enterprises.In Maine.Here.I kept hearing it, over and over again. Like it was echoing through every nerve in my body.I knew this peace was too good to last.For four years, I built a life here. A quiet, lovely life. One where I wasn’t Lucas Blackwell’s wife. Just Claire. Just me.And now he was coming to my town.Or worse—he was already here.I looked toward Aiden’s room. The door was cracked open just enough to see the edge of his Cars-themed nightlight.He was still sleeping peacefully.Blissfully unaware of the storm that might be heading our way.I didn’t know what Lucas knew, if anything. I didn’t know if his expansion to this town was just business or something more. B
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The moment he stopped in front of my counter, I finally noticed the little girl clinging tightly to his hand. She had been standing quietly beside him the whole time, like a shadow I hadn’t even seen until just now.She couldn’t have been older than four or five, dressed in a tiny navy coat with shiny buttons and caramel-brown boots that matched her curls. But what truly caught my attention wasn’t her outfit; it was the way she looked up at me with wide, solemn eyes. Eyes that mirrored his. I’d seen cold before. But this... this was something else. She looked like someone who had already learned too much about silence.“Can I help you?” I managed, forcing my voice to come out even.The man—Alexander, I would later learn, nodded once. “I’d like to place a bouquet order for next week. Something custom.”“Of course,” I said, straightening. “Any specific occasion?”He hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. “A remembrance.”My fingers paused on the notepad. “Got it. Any pre
From Ruined to Reclaimed: Saved by the Billionaire CHAPTER THREE — Wildflowers and Ghosts
Four years later…“Mummy! Mummy! Watch me gooooo!”I looked up from the counter just in time to see Aiden barreling through the shop, monster truck in hand like it was a prized jewel. His little legs moved so fast it was a miracle he didn’t trip over them. His sneakers, bright blue with tiny lights, flashed with every stomp, and he made the loudest engine noises his little lungs could manage.“Careful, superhero!” I called out, grinning. “If you crash into the tulips again, I swear I’m selling that truck.”He gasped, clutched the toy to his chest like it was sacred, and shook his head dramatically. “Nooo! Not Thunder!”Thunder. That’s what he named the truck. Apparently, it saved the world every Tuesday.I leaned my weight onto the counter, arms folded, chin resting on my hand as I watched him. My whole heart in one tiny, messy, loud, beautiful boy.It still felt surreal sometimes how we ended up here. In this little town tucked into the coast of Maine, surrounded by old lighthouses,
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I barely slept. The hotel mattress was too soft. The air conditioner too loud. And no matter how tightly I closed my eyes, all I could see was Lucas’s face, the cold way he looked at me when he said, “I no longer have use for you.”I turned to my side and checked the clock—7:12 a.m. The sun had barely risen, but I knew sleep wasn’t coming back.The dress I’d worn to my father’s funeral still lay crumpled near the foot of the bed, like a ghost I couldn’t shake off. My head ached. My limbs felt heavy. My heart? Nonexistent. Or maybe just buried in the same ground as my father.I slowly sat up and dragged myself to the edge of the bed. There, on the small round table near the window, the divorce papers still waited. Neat. Clean. Ruthless.I stared at them like maybe if I kept looking, they’d disappear. Like this was some cruel dream and I’d wake up in my husband’s arms any minute now.It didn’t make sense.Just last week, Lucas had brought home takeout and kissed me on the forehead wh
From Ruined to Reclaimed: Saved by the Billionaire Chapter One: The Man at My Father’s Funeral
I used to think rain at a funeral was poetic. Until it soaked through my shoes, turned the earth beneath my feet into mud, and made my fingers so numb I could barely hold the umbrella.I didn’t cry. I couldn’t. Maybe it was the shock. Or maybe the pain had hollowed me out so badly, there just wasn’t anything left to feel.I stood alone at the front while strangers whispered behind me. Most of them were here for business. To be seen. To post a black-and-white filtered picture and write something vague like, “Rest well, sir.”My father deserved more than that. He built his empire from nothing. He was sharp, relentless, proud. And he loved me, even if he never really knew how to show it in words. He showed it in the way he made sure I never lacked. Never settled. He showed it by pushing me to be more.I stared at the polished coffin like it might suddenly open and he’d sit up, laugh, and say this was all some twisted business tactic. But the grave didn’t lie. He was gone.A gust of
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