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The smile behind the door
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2025-12-01 01:19:45
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Married Twice, Loved Once Selene spirals
Selene shut her bedroom door, locked it, and pressed her back to it.Her heart was thumping like a drum about to burst.“Gosh… what is all this?” she muttered, running a shaky hand through her hair.“No, no, no. This isn’t happening. It can’t be happening.”She grabbed her phone immediately and dialed her fiancee.He picked on the second ring.“How are you doing, my love? I’ve missed you—”“Babe, this is not the time for romance!” Selene snapped, voice trembling.“There is trouble in paradise.”Instant silence.“What happened?” he asked, voice tightening.Selene started pacing.“Damian agreed to the wedding. He even put me in charge of all the preparations.”“Wow…” he laughed softly. “Then our plan is working. I don’t see any trouble in paradise. All you need to do is play your card—”“He gave a condition.”His tone dropped.“Condition???”“Yes!” Selene hissed. “He said before we have our court marriage, I have to visit his family doctor.”There was a long pause.Then—“What??” he yel
Married Twice, Loved Once Conditions
Selene paced the room like a restless cat, phone in hand, nails tapping furiously against the screen.Ring… ring… ring…Voicemail. Again.“Damian, pick up your phone!” she snapped at the device.She sent the tenth message. And the eleventh. And the twelfth.By the fifteenth attempt, she was breathing hard.“Where could he be by this time?” she muttered, hugging herself. “What kind of man ignores his pregnant fiancée at 2 a.m.?”Half an hour later, the front door clicked open.Damian stumbled in drunk, messy, smelling like whiskey and the night.Selene marched toward him.“Where have you been? I called. I texted. You didn’t reply! Damian, did you not see my calls?!”He blinked at her slowly, eyes unfocused.“Woman… do not disturb me.”He brushed past her and headed upstairs.“Oh, no. No, no, no. You are not lying down on that bed smelling like a brewery!” she yelled, grabbing his arm.Damian yanked away clumsily.“This is my house. You have no right to tell me what to do, Selene…”He c
Married Twice, Loved Once shockwaves
Aria walked into the dining room just as Damian and Selene were sitting in an uncomfortable quiet. The air felt thick enough to slice.She paused. “Good morning.”Selene let out a dramatic sigh — loud, irritated — then grabbed her bag and strutted out without so much as eye contact.Aria blinked. Okay… what was that?Damian didn’t answer her greeting. He didn’t even look at her. He just stood, straightened his suit jacket, and walked past her like she wasn’t standing there.The silence wrapped around her like cold fog.Aria whispered to herself, What in the cold-war nonsense is happening here?Before she could unravel anything, Damian’s car engine echoed through the compound. He was gone.He stormed into his office, jaw tight, dropped his briefcase, and immediately buzzed Evelyn.“Good morning, sir,” she said, stepping in with her tablet.“Yeah… please contact Mr. Daniel. Tell him Cross Empire is ready to work with him.” His voice was firm, but there was no excitement in it.“Yes, sir
Married Twice, Loved Once I'm pregnant
It was 11:28 PM and Selene still wasn’t back.Damian finally shut his laptop with a sigh. She’s doing too much, he thought. He headed downstairs, spotting one of the house staff.“Where is my girlfriend?” he asked quietly.“Sir… I saw her enter the guest room,” the servant replied.Damian’s brows tightened. He walked there, pushed the door open—Selene snapped upright immediately, hand on her chest as if startled.“Damian what are you doing here?” she asked, voice trembling in that too perfect way.“I should be asking you that,” he replied, stepping inside.“I came here to think, Damian,” she said, letting out a fake shaky breath. “I needed peace of mind. I’m… stressed out.”Damian sat beside her, looping an arm around her shoulders. “Baby, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been out of line. I’ll make it up to you, okay?”She sniffed dramatically. “I have something to tell you.”“I’m listening, my angel,” he said softly.She hesitated, eyes flickering with calculation. “When I went to London las
Married Twice, Loved Once The wedding argument
It's 7:15 a.m.Jessica stood in front of Carter Holdings’ glass doors, breathing in deeply like someone about to run a marathon she didn’t train for. She adjusted her bun, squared her shoulders, and whispered to herself:“Okay. It’s Vivienne Carter. Not a lion. You will not die.”She stepped inside.Vivienne arrived at 7:29 a.m. sharp heels clicking with the confidence of someone who had never been late in her life.“Jessica,” she said without slowing down. “Walk with me.”Jessica practically jogged behind her.Vivienne’s voice was rapid-fire.“I need my schedule updated, all my emails filtered, a call placed to my stylist, and coffee that tastes like heaven, not sorrow. Can you manage?”“Yes, ma’am.”“Good. Because I don’t repeat instructions. Ever.”They reached her office ,a glass palace with too-expensive artwork.“Set my things down,” Vivienne ordered, shrugging her coat off like a queen shedding silk.Jessica caught the coat midair.A perfect start.Vivienne sat, legs crossed.“
Married Twice, Loved Once A chaotic PA interview
Three days later, the conference room of Carter Holdings looked like a crime scene for human patience. Papers everywhere. Coffee cups abandoned like casualties. Perfume in the air heavy enough to choke the ancestors.Vivienne Carter stood in the center of the chaos tall, flawless, and dramatic as always, wearing a silk blouse so white it could blind a bishop. Her heels clicked like gunshots on the marble floor as she paced back and forth.Her previous PA, Melissa, hovered nervously with a clipboard.“Madam, these are the shortlisted candidates. Should we—”Vivienne raised a manicured hand.“Melissa, sweetheart, I don’t need commentary. Just send in the first victim— I mean, candidate.”Melissa swallowed. “Yes, ma’am.”A lanky man in an oversized suit walked in as though he’d been chased from the house.“Good morning, Miss Carter,” he said, voice shaky.Vivienne stared. “Why do you sound like someone squeezed your throat?”He coughed. “Nervous, ma’am.”“And why,” she gestured at his ti
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