보관함
검색
홈 / Romance / I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire / *CHAPTER 11: FAKE FUEL**

공유

*CHAPTER 11: FAKE FUEL**

작가: Mercy Beauty
last update 게시일: 2026-10-30 00:41:56

*

The door closed behind Rex Dolan with a soft click.

Wren sat very still. She could hear his heavy boots going down the wooden stairs, one step at a time. Then the sound of him laughing with someone on the boatyard floor, loud and easy, like nothing had happened.

Her hands were cold on the desk.

*Nobody's seen her since.*

She told herself it was just talk. Men like Rex said things like that to scare people. That was all.

But her heart would not slow down.

She looked at the closed file in front
이 작품을 무료로 읽으실 수 있습니다
QR 코드를 스캔하여 앱을 다운로드하세요
이전 챕터 다음 챕터
잠긴 챕터

최신 챕터

  • I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire    *CHAPTER 42: ISABELLA'S LAST CARD**

    *Isabella did not move.She stood on the corner of Shell Street with the phone still pressed against her ear. Her face had gone so white that her pink lipstick looked like a cut.On the phone, very small and far away, Richard's voice was still talking. "*Isabella? Isabella, are you there? Answer me.*"Adrian looked at the phone. Then at her."Is that him?" he asked quietly. "Is that my uncle?"Isabella pressed the red button. The voice stopped. She shoved the phone into her coat pocket so fast that she almost missed."Adrian," she said. Her voice was high and thin. "What are you doing here?""I could ask you the same thing.""I... I came to find Celeste. To help her. Like I told you. I was worried about her, and I heard she might be here, so I...""*She knows about the papers,*" Adrian said.Isabella stopped talking."*She knows about the letters,*" Adrian went on. His voice was flat and quiet. He was saying her own words back to her, one by one, like he was reading them off a page.

  • I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire    **CHAPTER 41: FACE TO FACE**

    *A pale pink coat.*Wren stood very still in the middle of the bakery.The note was still in her hand. *I did. Now I'm waiting instead.* Her eyes were still wet from crying. And now, at the bottom of the hill, Isabella Moreau was walking along the ferry dock asking every fisherman in town about a girl named Willow."Upstairs," Nora said quickly. She was already moving toward the stairs. "Go, honey. Same as before. I'll get rid of her."Wren didn't move."Willow. *Go.*""No," Wren said.Nora stopped. She turned around and stared at her.Wren looked down at the note in her hand. Then at the cup of tea on the table, with the honey spoon beside it. Then out of the big front window at the small blue houses on the hill.She thought about the old Celeste's notebook. The list of rules she had written for herself in that cold house.*Never cry where anyone can see.**Never let them see you shake.*Celeste had followed those rules for three years. She had hidden in her room. She had kept her he

  • I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire    *CHAPTER 40: THE BABY HAT**

    *The ferry bumped softly against the dock at Port Haven.Wren stood at the rail and looked at the little town on the hill. The blue houses. The yellow houses. The fishing boats rocking in the harbor. The seagulls screaming over the water like they were happy to see her.She had only been gone two weeks. But it felt like a year.She walked up the hill with her paper bag of yarn in her arms. The morning air was cold and clean and smelled of salt. A few people passed her on the street. An old fisherman nodded at her. A woman with a dog smiled.Nobody stared. Nobody whispered.*Just a girl in a gray coat,* she thought. *Visiting a friend. That's all.*She turned onto Shell Street. And there it was. The small blue building with the white door. The big front window, fogged up from the warmth inside.*BELL'S BAKERY.*The door flew open before she even reached it."*There* she is!"Nora came out onto the step in her flour-covered apron and threw her arms around Wren so hard that the bag of y

  • I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire    CHAPTER 39: TWO ROADS TO PORT HAVEN**

    **Adrian sat very still in the dark study.*She was your father's secretary. Until the day your mother had her fired.*"When?" he asked. His own voice sounded strange to him. Far away. "When was she fired?"He heard Dean turn a page."Thirty-four years ago, sir. In the spring.""And Julian Thorne was born...""In the winter. The same year."Adrian did not say anything.He sat in his chair with the phone against his ear and the blue scarf in his lap, and he did the math. He did it slowly. Then he did it again. And a third time, the way Celeste used to check her numbers, because he did not like the answer and wanted it to be different.It was not different."Sir?" Dean said carefully. "Do you want me to keep looking?"Adrian looked out of the window. The sky over the garden was turning from black to dark gray. Somewhere a bird started to sing."No," he said. "Not yet. Thank you, Dean. Go home. Get some sleep."He ended the call.He sat there for a long time. Then he folded the scarf ca

  • I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire    *CHAPTER 38: THE THINGS HE DIDN'T SAY**

    *Julian did not answer right away.He stood in the middle of the small room with the rain running down the windows behind him. His hand was still half out, reaching for a phone that was already dead. Slowly, he let it drop to his side.Wren waited.The clock on the little kitchen wall ticked. A car went past on the wet street nine floors below. Somewhere in the building, a door closed."Yes," Julian said at last. "There are things I haven't told you."Wren felt something cold settle in her stomach."Sit down," she said. "And tell me."He didn't sit. He walked to the window instead and looked out at the city. When he spoke, he did not turn around."I didn't come to Port Haven to buy a boatyard," he said.Wren said nothing."I came for you."---"The night you left the Vance house," Julian said, "I knew within six hours. I have people who watch that family. People who tell me when a car leaves at a strange time. When a maid gets fired. When a wife disappears."He turned his head a litt

  • I Transmigrated Into a Novel And Divorced The Billionaire    *CHAPTER 37: LEMON OR HONEY**

    *Wren did not breathe.She sat on the edge of the bed with the phone pressed against her ear. Her whole body had gone still, like a deer in the road when the headlights hit it.*Celeste?*Just one word. Her name. Not even her real name. And yet it went through her like a cold wind through an open door.She did not answer.On the other end of the line, she could hear the rain. The clock ticking on Dr. Lin's mantel. And breathing. Slow. Uneven. Like a man who was trying very hard to stay calm and could not quite do it."I know you're there," Adrian said quietly. "I can hear you."Wren closed her eyes.Across the room, Julian had not moved. He stood by the window with his phone still in his hand. He was watching her face. Waiting."You don't have to say anything," Adrian said. "Please don't hang up. Just... let me talk. Just for a minute. Then you can go. I promise."Wren's hand was shaking. She pressed her other hand over it to make it stop.She did not hang up.---"I'm at Dr. Lin's h

더보기

다른 추천

좋은 소설을 무료로 찾아 읽어보세요
GoodNovel 앱에서 수많은 인기 소설을 무료로 즐기세요! 마음에 드는 작품을 다운로드하고, 언제 어디서나 편하게 읽을 수 있습니다
앱에서 작품을 무료로 읽어보세요
앱에서 읽으려면 QR 코드를 스캔하세요.
DMCA.com Protection Status