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Penulis: Miss Sharon
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Day one with Neomi Winters nearly broke me.

"You walk like a peasant," she snapped, watching me cross the living room for the twentieth time. "Lead with your hips, not your shoulders. And for God's sake, stop looking at your feet."

I’ll punch her face, I thought after the twentieth time. But I didn’t.

I tried again, wobbling in the four-inch heels she'd forced me into at seven in the morning.

"Better. Marginally." She made a note on her tablet. "Again."

By day three, my feet were covered in blisters and my back ached from holding perfect posture for eight hours straight. Neomi was relentless, drilling me on which fork to use for salad versus fish, how to hold a wine glass, the proper way to greet someone based on their social standing.

Turner was always there, a silent presence in the corner of whatever room we were working in. At first, his constant surveillance made me nervous. But after Neomi made me practice introducing myself to imaginary dignitaries for two hours straight, I sta
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  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    53

    SOPHIEThe invitation to the Blackwood charity gala sat on my vanity like a piece of trash I'd had to dig out of a dumpster.Because that's essentially what I'd done to get it.I glared at the elegant cream cardstock with its gold embossed lettering and felt rage bubble in my chest. One month. One entire fucking month of groveling, ass-kissing, and debasing myself to get two measly tickets to an event I should have been invited to automatically.But no. The Sterlings weren't important enough for invitations like these.The realization had been like a slap three weeks ago when my friend Clarissa Montgomery—a distant cousin to the Blackwoods—had casually mentioned she was attending the gala."You're going too, right?" she'd asked over brunch. "With your new husband? The one you said was very rich? I'd love to meet him.""Of course," I'd lied smoothly. "We wouldn't miss it."But when I'd gotten home and searched through Alexander's mail, his social calendar, his email—nothing. No invitat

  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    52

    This was insane. This man had held a gun to my head. Had threatened to kill my father. Had slashed my tires and manipulated me and promised to watch me suffer.And I was standing here letting him touch me. Wanting him to touch me more.What the fuck was wrong with me?"You're thinking too much," Ares murmured, his thumb stroking along my jaw. "I can see it in your eyes. All those thoughts racing through your pretty head.""I'm thinking about how much I hate you," I managed to say."Liar." But he said it fondly, like my hatred was adorable. "You're thinking about what it would feel like if I kissed you right now. If I pressed you against that car over there and showed you exactly what happens when you look at me with those defiant eyes."My breath hitched audibly, and his smile turned predatory."That's what I thought." His face moved closer, close enough that I could feel his breath on my lips. "You want me, little birdie. Even though you know you shouldn't. Even though you know I'm d

  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    51

    Turner made a sound like a growl. "Sir, I need to get Miss Martinez to her appointment. Move.""Or what?" Ilias asked, that smirk still firmly in place. "You'll shoot us in a parking garage? That seems excessive.""I've done worse for less.""Ooh, scary." Ilias didn't look scared at all. He looked like he was having the time of his life. "But here's the thing, cutie. You might be very good at your job. You might be able to take me down. Hell, you might even be able to get a shot off at my friend before I stop you. But—" his smile grew sharper, "—are you willing to risk her safety to find out?"He gestured at me, and Turner's jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grind."Because if shooting starts in this garage, little Ivy here is going to be caught in the crossfire. And I don't think that's something your employer would forgive."Turner knew he was right. We all knew he was right. Starting a fight here would put me in danger, and Turner's entire job was keeping me safe."Smart man,

  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    50

    A scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it.Pure instinct took over and I dove behind Turner, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt like a terrified child hiding from a monster. Which, considering who was standing in front of us, wasn't far from the truth.Turner immediately shifted into combat mode, his body becoming a wall between me and Ares. One hand moved to the gun at his hip while the other pushed me further behind him."Stay the fuck away from her," Turner growled, his voice so cold it made the temperature drop.But Ares didn't even look at him.His dark eyes were fixed on me, that infuriating smile playing at his lips as he tilted his head to get a better view around Turner's massive frame. Like Turner was nothing more than an inconvenient obstacle blocking his view of something interesting."How rude," the man beside Ares said, his voice smooth and amused. "This guard dog has no manners."I peeked around Turner's shoulder and got my first good look at Ares's companion. H

  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    49

    The next few days passed in a blur of intensive training. Neomi drilled me on each family member's tells and tactics until I could recite them in my sleep."Catherine always attacks before dessert is served. She wants you off-balance for the rest of the evening.""Damien will try to corner you alone. Never let him.""Marcus will offer to show you the gardens. It's a trap to get you away from witnesses.""Isabella will wait until you're comfortable, then strike. Watch her hands—she gestures more when she's about to attack."By the sixth day, I was exhausted. My feet hurt, my brain hurt, and I'd started having nightmares about being torn apart by well-dressed wolves.Turner noticed."You need rest," he said one evening after Neomi had finally left. "You're pushing too hard.""I have to be perfect.""No. You have to be prepared. There's a difference." He set an ice pack on the counter like always. "Your father doesn't expect perfection. He expects you to survive.""That's a low bar.""It

  • My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back    48

    Day one with Neomi Winters nearly broke me."You walk like a peasant," she snapped, watching me cross the living room for the twentieth time. "Lead with your hips, not your shoulders. And for God's sake, stop looking at your feet."I’ll punch her face, I thought after the twentieth time. But I didn’t.I tried again, wobbling in the four-inch heels she'd forced me into at seven in the morning."Better. Marginally." She made a note on her tablet. "Again."By day three, my feet were covered in blisters and my back ached from holding perfect posture for eight hours straight. Neomi was relentless, drilling me on which fork to use for salad versus fish, how to hold a wine glass, the proper way to greet someone based on their social standing.Turner was always there, a silent presence in the corner of whatever room we were working in. At first, his constant surveillance made me nervous. But after Neomi made me practice introducing myself to imaginary dignitaries for two hours straight, I sta

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