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How She Ended up in the Marriage
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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
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS COFFEE, CHAOS, AND BAD TIMING
CHAPTER 134 — COFFEE, CHAOS, AND BAD TIMINGMAYA’S POVWho was I even kidding? Running a big company isn’t cute. It’s spreadsheets, sleepless nights, and fake smiles over bitter coffee. The bigger the company, the more it sucks your soul.I stared at the stack of files on my desk like they were plotting against me. Contracts, audits, legal reviews—each one waiting for my signature like hungry mouths. My brain screamed for caffeine. Coffee. That was my only safe word.“Some coffee sounds nice,” I muttered to myself, shoving the pen aside.When I stood, the chair rolled back with a squeak that echoed across the glass walls. My head was pounding from too much thinking and not enough sleeping. My blazer was half-off my shoulder, my hair fighting gravity, and my mascara had surrendered hours ago. CEO? More like Chief Exhaustion Officer.Violet spotted me from her desk the second I opened the office door. “Ma’am, I can get that for you—”“No,” I cut her off before she even stood. “If I don’
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS OTHE TASTE OF DOUCEUR
CHAPTER 133– OTHE TASTE OF DOUCEURMAYA’S POV“I have a special delivery from Grace. She insisted you have some…” Damian tilted his head, squinting at the delicate label. “Douceur?”I blinked, almost snatching the box out of his hands. “Wait, Grace sent that?”He nodded, amusement tugging at his lips. “Apparently, yes. She made sure the courier treated it like a state secret. I had to sign twice.”I laughed softly, eyes glued to the sleek pastel box resting in his hands. The word Douceur was etched in gold cursive across the top—simple, elegant, and ridiculously expensive-looking. My heart did a little somersault.“Oh my God,” I whispered, taking it carefully, like it might shatter if I breathed wrong. “It’s even prettier in person.”Damian raised an eyebrow. “You look like you’re about to marry it.”I ignored him, peeling back the seal. The scent hit me first—warm vanilla, caramelized sugar, and the faintest trace of white chocolate. It was intoxicating. Inside, three glossy pastries
I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS THE DOUCEUR EFFECT
CHAPTER 132 — THE DOUCEUR EFFECT MAYA’S POVI can’t fucking believe it.Aleksander—of all people—had gifted me one of his companies.One of his big companies.He had people transfer assets, arrange staff, and sign entire divisions under my name… behind my back.How does a CEO not know she’s about to own a whole damn company?Easy. When she’s too busy drowning in drama—Maya drama.The car turned sharply into a private driveway lined with tall glass walls and black steel gates. It was sleek—modern—almost intimidating in its precision. The kind of place where deals were made with quiet words and expensive coffee.The gate slid open automatically, revealing a courtyard paved with marble that gleamed under the late sun. A fountain stood in the center, water cascading in perfect arcs.The building was tall and intimidating—modern glass stretched high into the clouds, gleaming like it was dipped in arrogance. I looked at Damian, eyes narrowing. “When did this happen?”“While you were busy
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