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A DINNER WITH THE DEVIL
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I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS A FACE IN THE DARK
CHAPTER 140 — A FACE IN THE DARKMAYA’S POVMy scream bounced off the marble walls like it was trying to find someone else to belong to. My heart slammed so fast I could feel it pounding against my throat. The dark swallowed everything—the room, the air, my thoughts—until all I could hear was the sound of my own breathing.I fumbled for my phone on the coffee table, nearly tripping over the edge of the couch as my foot slid on spilled water. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped it twice before the screen lit up. The glow cut through the black like a blade.Torch on.My thumb trembled as I swiped, light spilling across the room in a trembling arc.And then—A face.Right in front of me.I screamed again, louder this time, the phone nearly flying out of my hand.The woman screamed back.For a second, the two of us just stood there—two idiots in the dark, scaring the life out of each other.Then, finally, my brain caught up to my eyes.“Elaine?” I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest.
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS WHEN THE LIGHTS GOES OUT
CHAPTER 139 — WHEN THE LIGHTS GOES OUTMAYA’S POVBy the time I got home, I swear my soul felt like it had been wrung out, twisted, and hung up to dry under fluorescent light. The city outside the mansion window glowed like molten gold — rich, sleepless, full of life — but all I wanted was silence.You’d think being an heiress meant luxury, rest, and a life of people doing things for you. Spoiler alert: it’s exhausting. It’s the kind of exhaustion that seeps into your bones — not from what you do, but from what you have to pretend. Pretend you’re fine. Pretend you’re in control. Pretend the whole damn world doesn’t have an opinion on who you’re seen with.I dropped my heels at the door, kicked one of them a little too hard, and it clattered against the marble floor. My reflection in the glass wall looked like a stranger. Messy hair, ruined lipstick, the faint shimmer of tears I hadn’t realized I’d been holding back.“Perfect,” I muttered. “Just what every front-page heiress should lo
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS BETWEEN FIRE AND ICE
CHAPTER 138 — BETWEEN FIRE AND ICEMAYA’S POV“Come on.”“Where are we going?” I asked him, breathless, as Aleksander’s hand brushed my elbow.“I know a special place the paparazzi won’t find us,” he said, voice steady but his eyes scanning the chaos ahead. “I’ve actually never shown anyone before. The night’s still young, Maya. And I refuse to let it get ruined by a few nosy cameras.”But I didn’t move.Not because of the cameras.Because Xves was standing there too — right beside me — jaw tight, eyes dark, every inch of him screaming that I shouldn’t go anywhere with Aleksander Thorn.The flashes outside the restaurant were blinding. A storm of voices surrounded us — shouting, clicking, snapping — like a thousand vultures circling for the next scandal.“Ms. Perkins! Who are you leaving with tonight?”“Mr. Thorn! Are you confirming the dating rumors?”“Who’s the man in black? Her bodyguard or her boyfriend?”Every question hit harder than the last.I could feel my heart pounding so l
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS A DINNER WITH THE DEVIL
CHAPTER 137 — A DINNER WITH THE DEVILMAYA’S POVThe Velvet Lounge was too elegant for my mood.Dim lights. Velvet chairs. Jazz humming low in the background — that kind of expensive calm that made me want to flip a table.Aleksander Thorn was already seated when I walked in. Of course he was. It seemed the man was incapable of arriving anywhere late; drama was his love language, but so was control.He looked up from the menu the moment I approached, flashing that smug, movie-poster smile that could make naïve girls forget their morals. I wasn’t one of them.“Maya,” he drawled, standing just enough to seem polite. “You made it. Wasn’t sure if my favorite troublemaker would actually show.”I dropped into the chair opposite him, crossing one leg over the other. “I don’t like being called trouble.”“Then stop looking like it,” he said, lips curving. “What will you have? The steaks look good.”I exhaled sharply, resting a hand on my temple. “Let’s skip the small talk. You know why I’m her
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS CALLA, LIES AND ALEKSANDER
CHAPTER 136 — CALLS, LIES, AND ALEKSANDERMAYA’S POVBy the time I left the office, the sky had already turned that strange shade between blue and black—like the city hadn’t decided if it was done for the day or not. Neon signs flickered outside the glass doors of Perkins Enterprises, painting the sidewalks in electric colors. My phone buzzed again, the same name lighting up my screen.Xves.He was leaning against his car when I reached the entrance—black suit, sleeves rolled to the elbows, looking effortlessly put together in a way that annoyed me. There was always something frustratingly calm about him, like the chaos of the world never touched him.When his gaze finally lifted, it landed on me — steady, unreadable, cutting right through me like a blade of ice.“You’re late,” he said. No greeting, no warmth. Just that low, calm tone that carried more weight than a shout.I folded my arms, keeping my tone cool. “Some of us actually work for a living.”“Hmm,” he said, his hand resting
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS WHEN QUEENS CLASH
CHAPTER 135 — WHEN QUEENS CLASHMAYA’S POV“Blind and broke?” I repeated, each word dropping like a match on gasoline.The woman rolled her eyes, flicking invisible coffee off her wrist like I’d splashed her with acid instead of espresso. “Did I stutter?” she shot back, flipping her sleek blonde hair. Her voice was all bite, no brains. “You people should look where you’re going.”You people.I blinked slowly, jaw tightening. My pulse thudded behind my ears. The kind of anger that didn’t shout—it simmered. I took a breath, fighting the urge to throw my coffee cup right back at her designer blouse.“Look,” I said, keeping my tone cool, almost calm. “It was an accident. Nobody died. Wipe your shirt, move on, and let’s not make a scene.”She let out a mocking laugh that turned a few heads around the café. “A scene? Oh, honey, this is a scene. You think you can just bump into people like me and walk away? You probably don’t even work here. What department are you from? Janitorial?”That di
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