My Devil Ex-husband's Obsession

3 Years later Taylor GRAND HOTEL I had been there for eleven months. Eleven long months of being invisible. People said internships were meant to be stepping stones, but for me, it felt more like quicksand. I fetched coffee, I rewrote press drafts a dozen times, and I smiled through meetings where no one remembered my name, just “the intern.” No one talked to me unless they needed something. And even then, it was clipped, transactional. I didn't mind. Friends were a luxury I couldn't afford, not anymore. Not after losing almost everything , my marriage, my home… and nearly myself. Everyone thought getting yourself back after a divorce was quick and sudden, but that shit only happened in TV shows and not in reality. It was hard taking yourself back up when your whole life had been controlled by your husband's money. Everything was taken away from me and even if he hadn't asked, I wouldn't keep any of his things in my life. My shift started at 7:30, but I always came in ea

Devon’s POV I walked into the building like I owned it, because, technically, I could. The cold air, the glinting glass, the hush of money being made… it should’ve felt impressive. But all I felt was her. Taylor. There she stood near the reception, arms crossed, every inch of her professional and poised. Her black suit hugged her frame like armor, and her hair was pulled back so tightly I couldn’t tell if she was angry, anxious, or simply surviving. I stopped for just a second. One second too long. It hit me in the chest, how little she’d changed, and how much it still messed with me. I felt the lingering gaze of her blue eyes send shivers down my spine. I replayed what had happened last night over and over in my mind, the way her hand jerked away the moment I reached for it. That cold, sharp recoil, like I’d touched a live wire. It wasn’t just a refusal. It was a message. She didn’t want me. Not anymore. And no matter how much I tried to convince myself I’d get ba

TaylorAfter finally leaving his office, I pushed my head back against the door and breathed in deep, shaky breaths. My heart hammered so loudly I felt it in my throat. I couldn't stop replaying his words, “I'll get you soon.”Some part of me knew that wasn't an empty threat. Devon was the kind of man who got what he wanted even if it meant hurting people to do it. Yes, I thought it aloud. There had been times I suspected him of ordering hits. So far, though, it was all just whispers and ugly suspicions.Right now, I had to keep Ashley far away from him. If he wanted me back, dragging Ash into it would only make things worse.A ridiculous thought jerked through my brain: what if he could hear my thoughts?I walked slowly to my desk, one hand pressed against my chest as if to steady the thudding inside. Devon was up to something, and I couldn't prove a thing. Why return after three years? And why was he still with Ivy if he wanted me back?As I reached my office, heads turned. For a

TaylorThe cold air stung against my damp skin. My wet dress clung to me, still heavy from the water poured over me inside the hotel when the fire broke out. Devon had insisted the medic take a look at the cut on my leg, and now, as I sat on the edge of his sleek black car. The scent of smoke lingered faintly in the air.He stood a few feet away, talking to one of the security men. His jaw was tight, his hair a little ruffled, his sleeves rolled up. I shouldn’t have been watching him. I knew better. But somehow my gaze wouldn’t let go.He looked different under the streetlights, less like my arrogant boss and more like the man who once kissed me like he meant forever.When he turned back toward me, my chest tightened.“Does it hurt?” Devon asked, voice low, careful.I shook my head, though the sting was real. “No. I’m fine. You don’t have to keep hovering.”He leaned on the hood beside me, his body warm even through the chill air. “Hovering?” His tone carried that teasing curl he

Taylor’s POV3 YEARS AGOThe smell of antiseptic burned my nose as I stepped into the hospital ward.I didn’t know why I’d come. It's been days since the doctor discharged me because he couldn't perform the abortion on me. But I couldn’t get the image of her out of my head, the woman who had stopped me outside the clinic two days ago, who’d told me I was making the biggest mistake of my life.I went back to the ward where I had seen her and she was there. Lara.She looked smaller in the hospital bed, her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her eyes sunken but alive. The kind of alive that came from the will to live, not health.When her gaze met mine, a slow, tired smile curved her lips.“Didn’t think you’d actually come.”I hovered at the door. “You said you wanted us to talk.”“Still do. Close the door, will you? I hate when they stare.”I shut it softly, my heart beating too fast.“You just had surgery,” I said, my voice low. “You should be resting.”Lara snorted. “Resting? That’