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202. HARD PILL
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Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 214. MOCKERY FROM IVAN
CASPIAN Talia stood in front of me, arms locked tight around her waist as though they were the only thing keeping her together. Her lips pressed together, jaw clenched tight. Fear was written all over her face. “I need the number, Talia. And you can keep the house. I won't throw you out on the street even though you deserve that and more from me.” Her chin jerked up. “If I give it to you, he’ll kill me. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”Aria stepped forward, circling Talia. “You’re making yourself a target the longer you protect him. And I won't let you bring me down with you.”Talia rolled her eyes. “Bitch, please. If I give that number, rest assured it's not because of your damned pep talk.”With jerky movements, she grabbed her phone from the table, scribbled a number onto a notepad, and shoved it toward me like it burned her fingers.I took it, slid it into my pocket. “Good. Hugo will be here tomorrow. You’re leaving this house.”That snapped her spine straight. “Leaving?
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 213. SAID OUT LOUD, FINALLY
CASPIAN The drive home was done in silence. Aria had her cheek pressed to the window, her breath fogging the glass. Her fingers kept drifting to her throat, brushing over the bruises there like she couldn’t believe they were real. Every time she touched them, something in my chest clenched hard enough that I had to tighten my hands around the wheel. I kept glancing over. It was useless, really. Staring at her wasn’t going to erase the marks, but I couldn’t stop myself. Halfway through the drive, her voice broke through the silence. “Did you ever meet her?” My head turned slightly. “Who?” “Nyx’s mom.” Her eyes were on me now. Tired, but clear. The kind of clear that said lying wasn’t an option. I shook my head. “No. I never met her. But I remember when she died. Grandma told Nyx. She was…” I stopped, the memory dragging itself forward whether I wanted it or not. “She was shattered as though someone had snapped her in half. And she never fit back together again after t
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 212. BREAKING THE FIRST MAN
CHAPTER 212ARIAI lingered near the sculpture a moment longer, my eyes tracing the delicate lines again. There was something… almost familiar in the curve of the shoulders, the tilt of the head. My stomach twisted, and for a fleeting, ridiculous second, I thought of my mother.The thought made my chest ache. My mother had been gone for years, taken before I was ready to understand the world without her. I shoved it away as fast as it had appeared. No. This wasn’t her. My brain wouldn’t allow it. My heart certainly couldn’t.I heard Nyx’s footsteps behind me, and quickly stood. She took the sheets and threw it over the sculpture. “I'm sorry for being so dramatic about this. But I'm convinced Evelyn's lying, and I can't imagine why she'd want to.” “Nyx, you have to stop. What reason would she have to lie?” I said. Nyx shook her head. “You don’t understand. I’ve been looking into her, digging, tracing anything I can find. So far… the only thing I’ve come up with is that she used
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 211. WHOSE MOTHER?
ARIAI practically bolted from the car before Caspian could even park properly. My neck protested with every movement, but the adrenaline and a creeping stubborn curiosity made certain that I ignored the ache. Nyx’s urgency didn’t allow for a polite knock because the door had already been left open. Nyx was standing in the center of the room. Her hands were already holding the edges of a cloth covering the sculpture. Her other hand was clenched at her side as she kept her eyes trained on the sculpture. She turned when we burst in through the doorway, her eyes practically glittering with what I suspected were tears. “There you are!” she breathed, almost whispering. “I didn’t think you’d make it this fast.”“Trust me, we came as soon as you called,” I said, wincing slightly as I rubbed my neck. Nyx eyes dropped to my neck and she blinked. “Don't ask, Nyx.”Caspian was behind me like a shadow. We both ended up beside Nyx. “Come on, cover off.” I demanded. “I don't know if I'm be
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 210. FACTS, EVIDENCE, AND IMPENDING DOOM
ARIAThe doctor left with thirty minutes later, leaving instructions to rest my neck, avoid strain and ice my neck if they swelling got worse. Caspian, of course, was already on his crusade to enforce the doctor’s orders like they were law. He had me on the couch, a throw pillow tucked behind me, and a glass of water on the table beside me like I might suddenly forget how hydration worked. I was too damned pissed to drink. Flashes of that man's face, smiling gently as he tucked my hair behind my ears filled my head.Caspian leaned down, brushing his fingers through my hair. “You’re lying back for the rest of the day.”I nodded an unconvincing agreement and waited until his footsteps disappeared into the hall before grabbing my phone.Vienne answered on the second ring. Her voice was smooth as though she understood she needed to keep me pleased but didn't really like doing it. “I need the company’s internal financial statements,” I said. “At least the last five years of reports.”
Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret 209. NO MORE DEFENSE
CASPIANI didn’t remember leaving the building.One second, I was standing in the middle of my office with Aria’s voice telling me to come home, and the next I was halfway down to the parking lot. Her voice hadn't been raised and that was the problem. Aria yelling I could deal with, hell I'd take her screaming at me for an hour over that cold, harsh tone she'd used. That tone meant something was wrong.My mind was already flipping through scenarios I didn’t want to think about, and every single one ended with me being too late.By the time I turned into the house, my pulse was pounding in my ears.Inside the house, everything was exactly in its place. There was none of the chaos I had been expecting. No screams or crying, or the sound of something breaking. There was just Aria, sitting at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in her hand, her head bent forward. “Aria?” I called, hurrying over to her. For a second, my brain tried to relax. Then my eyes dragged over her skin a
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