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Chapter 31: Whore

مؤلف: Ray Michael
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Earlier that day,

Lyra was in a meeting with her team about the upcoming summit.

“I think we should do a sensitivity analysis first,” Heather suggested.

Miller eyed her. Without even sparing him a glance, Heather shrugged him off.

Lyra smiled at Heather, actually impressed by her proactive nature. “Okay, Heather, that's actually a brilliant suggestion.”

Then she faced Miller whose eyes were still on Heather's side profile. “Miller, anything you'd like to add?”

Miller just huffed lightly, shif
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  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 32: Two minutes of disappointment

    The audacity of him to come here, acting like a saint and trying to slut-shame her. Lyra bit down hard, her fists clenching beside her. “You're very stupid.”Alex was momentarily taken aback by the anger in her eyes, but he pressed on. “Why Uncle Tyson? Is this to spite me? Make me jealous? Well congratulations, it worked.”“You must think the earth revolves around you.”“I understand you're angry, and rightfully so. But you didn't have to go to these lengths—”She didn't have to go to these lengths? Lyra looked him up and down, lost for words. As though the switch in her brain had been turned off. She had the overwhelming urge to strangle him, so she just grabbed her purse and made her way out.“I got the memo already,” Alex said, blocking her path. He grabbed her hand. “Showtime’s over, let's go.”Lyra slapped his hand away, chest heaving, blood boiling with rage. “Do you have memory loss?”“What?”“Did you forget everything you've done to me?”At least now he had the decency to ev

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 31: Whore

    Earlier that day, Lyra was in a meeting with her team about the upcoming summit. “I think we should do a sensitivity analysis first,” Heather suggested.Miller eyed her. Without even sparing him a glance, Heather shrugged him off.Lyra smiled at Heather, actually impressed by her proactive nature. “Okay, Heather, that's actually a brilliant suggestion.”Then she faced Miller whose eyes were still on Heather's side profile. “Miller, anything you'd like to add?”Miller just huffed lightly, shifting his focus to Lyra. “Nothing Miss Know-It-All hasn't already said.”Ethan chuckled quietly. And Lyra was just about to caution Miller on his tone when her phone rang.It was an unknown number. Growing up, she'd never been against picking calls from unfamiliar numbers. Maybe because her mind always worked overtime— ‘what if a loved one was stranded and needed to reach her with a stranger’s phone?’But since Alex had called a couple of times with unknown numbers, she had a reevaluation.Somet

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 30: She smiled

    Nadine arrived much later—almost noon, as always.Alex had even used his assistant's phone to try Lyra's number but she didn't pick up. Maybe she was busy. Or maybe she was yet to drop her hard-to-get act.Alex's stomach clenched with unease. He stood and paced the length of his office. She was just being extra—she'd already proved her point.After a moment, he walked out the office with no destination in mind. ‘Good day, Mrs. Wilson.’ floated as he moved. He just waved his hands absentmindedly, not bothering to pay attention to any of them.As he rounded a corner and approached Nadine’s office, he heard voices. “It doesn't match with the data we have,” a female voice said.Another sharp voice cut in. “Then rerun it.” He knew that was Nadine.But Lydia, the young intern in Nadine's team complained. Frustration was etched in her voice. “We've run it ten times already, the curve still doesn't match—”“Then keep going till you find a solution.” Nadine's tone was dismissing and final.

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 29: Calm down

    Alex stared blankly at Nadine’s breasts bouncing above. Her moans were drowned in the ocean of his thoughts as she rode him to oblivion. He wasn't here. He was still stuck in Dicey Heart Casino, reliving his meeting with Tyson, over and over again.*I'm going to unravel her… one thread at a time.*Unravel? His nails instinctively dug into Nadine's waist, where his unfeeling hands were resting. What did he mean?Nadine groaned at his action and kept bouncing harder, breathless, sweat trickling. Her rhythm was desperate as she neared her climax.*I'm not letting her go.*A muscle in Alex's jaw pulsed. “Fuck, I'm close,” Nadine breathed. He should enjoy this. Hell, he should focus on this. His shaft was buried deep inside the woman that he loved.Instead… Her sinking and pushing movement, her horny voice that kept interrupting his every thought, irked him. She let out another loud moan and Alex felt the urge to just bite his tongue and die.But his thoughts were louder.*One way or t

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 28: Brace up, Nephew.

    Tyson's eyes remained on Alex for a moment, as if giving him time to retract his words. Say it was a slip up.When he didn't, Tyson just stood and gave Alex a light pat on the shoulder. “You've had too many drinks tonight. Go home and rest.”There's no way Alex would give him orders with a clear head. And certainly not in his casino.Tyson had barely taken three steps towards the exit when Alex called out. “Are you doing this to spite me? I thought you wanted nothing to do with the family business. Why did you employ my fiancee? She's our director!”Alex's statement was laughable. Tyson's feet stilled for a moment. He spun and returned to his chair. “Your director?” He stared at Alex like he was looking at a madman who hadn't yet realized his ailment. “Didn't you give that position to the woman you eloped with?”“Elope?” Alex scoffed. “Lyra and I just had a misunderstanding and we've settled. No need to explain to outsiders. We're getting back so just fire her.”Tyson leaned back in

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 27: Game of chess

    After a long day of work and meeting up with Daphne, Lyra was at the dining table. A dish of mashed potatoes, salmon and some veggies sat in front of her. She'd requested for something light, since she had an early dinner with Daphne.May hung around while Lyra bit into the salmon. “Is the food to your liking, ma'am?”Lyra ate a spoonful of potatoes and smiled. “Yes. And please just call me Lyra.”“Yes, ma'am,” May said. Lyra smiled again. “You won't call me Lyra, would you?”“Oh, sorry about that, ma'am—” She caught herself and chuckled. “Lyra.”May disappeared for a moment, then reappeared with a small bottle. “It's ointment from Mr. Wilson,” she explained, placing it on the table. “He called earlier, said it'll help with the swelling.”“Another one?” Lyra asked, as opposed to the million other questions that she'd rather ask—’So he could make time to call you, but not me?’ ‘Why hasn't he called me?’Tyson had sent two bottles of ointment in the last two days. May brushed her apr

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 10: You ready?

    On instinct, Tyson pushed Lyra to the floor with him. He rolled over and climbed her, wedging himself with an elbow so his full weight doesn't crush her. His scent curled around her—suffocating, intoxicating.He pressed a finger against his lips, urging her to be quiet. Lyra stirred under him. Her

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 9: Anything but a robber

    “Uhm,” Lyra's eyes darted between Daphne and Tyson. Then she pulled her friend away—still within reach. Just far enough for Tyson to not eavesdrop on their conversation. “Someone tried to rob me. He saved me,” Lyra said to Daphne. “Are you for real?” Daph stepped closer, eyes flashing with concer

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 12: The difference...

    He reloaded his gun and aimed. “You heard me.” Then he fired again. He hit the two front tires of the SUV, and slowly, it rolled to a stop.“That's what I'm talking about! Eat shit motherfuckers!!” Dale cheered. Then he patted Bran on the shoulder—harder than necessary. “That was insane, man. I sw

  • Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle   Chapter 15: Kill the lights

    Another engineer, Miller, who was clad in black pants and a pink shirt rushed over, almost slipping on his way. "We’ve checked the cells three times!" He rasped. "The hardware is clean. It’s a software glitch in the BMS.""It’s not the software," Lyra repeated. She was standing in front of the main

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