NEW BOOK! FALLING FOR MY BASKETBALL ALPHA. CHECK IT OUT Blurb NOTE: THIS BOOK IS A SERIES BOOK FOR EX-HUSBAND'S REGRETS AND HEIRESS REVENGE. IT CONTAINS MANY OTHER INTERESTING SERIES. XOXO❤️😍 “We'll make another baby.” These words broke her heart. She threw the divorce papers on his face. “Sign this. Let's get this over with. I'm tired of being your sidepiece.” With a smirk, he replied without hesitation. “Elena, you won't get a dime as compensation. Pack your things and get lost.” Disappointed, Elena goes through with the divorce and goes back to being the heiress of the wealthy Brooks family. At an auction, she meets her ex-husband and spends a fortune to get an antique. Shocked, her ex-husband asked her. “Who are you, Elena?” “The woman you rejected.”
View More### Miranda’s POVThe night was unusually quiet as I drove home, the streetlights barely illuminating the long stretch of road ahead. My body ached from the exhausting day at work—dealing with the embezzlement of company funds, fielding calls from lawyers, and dodging relentless reporters. The air in my car was cool, the gentle breeze brushing against my skin, offering a small reprieve from the day’s chaos. It was almost 8:00 p.m. when I left the office, and all I wanted was to collapse into bed. But as fate would have it, peace was the last thing the night had in store for me. I was crossing the bridge that divided the city from the suburbs when something unusual caught my eye. A figure was squatting near the riverbank, his silhouette illuminated by the dim moonlight. My hands tightened on the steering wheel as I squinted to make out the details. From his posture, I could tell it was Desmond. But why was he out here, alone, at this hour? What could he possibly b
**Desmond’s POV** The day had started with a glimmer of hope, however faint. I had driven to Miss Leila’s house, swallowing my pride to beg for mercy. I hated every moment of it—groveling before a woman who thrived on others’ misery. But I had no choice. My company was crumbling, my clients had abandoned me, and the penalty fees she demanded were far beyond what I could pay. Still, I had hoped that a sliver of humanity would emerge from her cold, calculating heart. Her response, though, was a brutal reminder of the kind of person she truly was. “No refunds, Desmond. And no, I won’t lower the penalty,” she had said with a twisted smile, arms crossed as if relishing my despair. I had begged, my voice cracking with desperation, “Please, Miss Leila, just reduce it a little. I’ll fight to pay the rest. I just need a chance to save my company!” Her expression didn’t falter. “That’s not my problem. You should have thought about this be
**Laila's POV**I stepped out of the company, needing a breath of fresh air and a brief respite from the constant chaos. The sun was warm on my face, but it did little to ease the storm brewing inside me. As I headed back towards the entrance, I caught sight of him—Daniel. My heart skipped a beat, not out of love or affection, but from the rush of anger that surged through me like wildfire. His usually confident demeanor was replaced with frantic movements. His tie hung loose, his hair disheveled, and his face was etched with desperation. He looked like a man clinging to the edge of a cliff, and I knew I was the one who had pushed him there. Good. He deserved it. I kept walking, my heels clicking against the pavement, my head held high. I wouldn’t let him see even a flicker of emotion. I had caused his misery, and I had no regrets. After all, he had caused mine first. I was the one who had called the authorities. I was the one who had ensured he faced th
### Desmond’s POV The world around me seemed to collapse in slow motion, like the weight of my sins was pulling me into an abyss I couldn't claw my way out of. My breath hitched as I sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The reporters outside my company were a sea of chaos, their voices melding into an indistinct roar that made my pulse race. Cameras flashed, questions were shouted—each one a dagger aimed at my already fractured soul. I couldn’t face them. Not now. Maybe not ever. Taking a sharp turn, I headed to the one place I thought I might find solace—my aunt’s house. The road stretched endlessly before me, my mind replaying every poor decision, every moment of weakness that had led me here. *How could I have been so stupid?* Shame burned hot in my chest, but beneath it simmered fear—raw and unrelenting. When I arrived, I felt like I was barely holding myself together. My aunt's house was just as imposi
### Desmond's POV The news hit me like a thunderstorm in the middle of a calm day. My personal assistant's voice was trembling as she explained the chaos unfolding outside my company gates. The police, reporters, and the Martins Group’s lawyer—all gathered like vultures waiting to pick apart the remnants of my crumbling empire. My hands instinctively clenched the armrests of the chair I was seated in. “Sir, they’re making a scene outside the company,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper, as though saying it aloud would solidify the nightmare. Without wasting a second, I bolted out of Ms. Lila’s office and rushed to the company. My mind raced faster than my feet. The thought of reporters and the Martins Group openly accusing me of embezzlement in public was enough to send my heart into overdrive. How could this happen? How did it escalate so quickly? When I arrived, chaos greeted me like an uninvited guest. A sea of reporters surrounded me the moment I stepped out o
### Laila's POVI stood in the doorway, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, as I glared at Desmond. His excuses poured out like a broken faucet, each word more desperate than the last. "It was Brenda," he stammered, his face flushed with a mix of shame and panic. "She—she seduced me! I swear, Laila, I would never do this to you willingly!"I let out a humorless laugh, shaking my head. “Even now, you can’t admit the truth, can you?” My voice was cold, laced with contempt. “Do you think I don’t know about the late-night calls? The secret meetings? The way you’d suddenly disappear without explanation?”Desmond’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from my accusations. His shirt hung loosely around his shoulders, exposing the evidence of his betrayal—hickeys and scratches that couldn’t be explained away. Brenda stood frozen in the corner, her face pale as a ghost. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. For years, I’
### Miranda’s POVWhen Desmond stormed out of the office earlier today, I knew something was off. The way he avoided eye contact and rushed his steps—it wasn’t like him. Desmond was a man of confidence, someone who always left the office with a composed demeanor. But today? His body language screamed guilt. I wasn’t going to let it slide, especially not after hearing the name “Brenda” flash across his phone earlier. Something told me to follow him, to find out the truth once and for all. My heart pounded as I trailed him to a nearby hotel. The very thought of what I might discover churned my stomach, but I needed answers. I needed to see it with my own eyes. With trembling hands, I parked my car and followed him inside, keeping a safe distance. He didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder—his focus was entirely on his destination. It was room 408. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. My knuckles grazed the wood, but I didn’t have to wait
Miranda's POV I woke up with a jolt, the shrill sound of my alarm clock piercing through the silence of the early morning. My heart was racing, and it took me a moment to realize I wasn’t in a nightmare. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft golden glow, signaling the start of what I thought would be a perfect day. With a sigh, I reached out and turned off the alarm, my fingers brushing against the cold metal of the clock. I stretched, feeling the pull in my muscles, and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The smooth wooden floor was cool beneath my feet as I padded to the bathroom. The familiar routine—brushing my teeth, showering, and meticulously choosing my outfit—helped settle my nerves. Today was important. Not just because of the project agreement but because this was my chance to finally claim the upper hand. I pulled on a sleek black trouser, paired it with a crisp white shirt, and added a pop o
---**Miranda's POV**I couldn’t help but smirk as I watched the growing frustration flicker across Desmond’s face. His brows furrowed deeply, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his nostrils flared ever so slightly. It was almost amusing, the way he tried to mask his desperation behind a facade of confidence. How ironic. This was the man who once thought he could crush me, take everything I built, and rise on the ruins of my empire. Yet here he was, groveling for a piece of my success, as if the universe itself had handed me the perfect opportunity for revenge. I crossed my legs and leaned back in my chair, feigning nonchalance. "Mr. Desmond," I began, my tone laced with mock sincerity, "surely you understand that every worthwhile venture requires investment. Profit doesn’t simply appear out of thin air. It takes effort, resources, and—most importantly—capital. If your company cannot meet the terms, then I’m afraid this collaboration is impossibl
Chapter One ^ELENA^I stared at the pregnancy test in my trembling hands with mixed feelings.Two dark pink lines. Although the result is undoubtedly positive, I'm still not sure what was the appropriate reaction for me– should I be happy or sad?In the eyes of the world, I was married to the love of my life– at least that’s what I used to think previously. But in the three years of our marriage, Lucas Brown has always treated me like a stranger.Beep!The shrill sound of a message alert broke through my thoughts. “Elena, I just sent you $500k. Please come to the hospital immediately. Aurora needs blood.”Aurora…I clenched the phone, my nails digging into my palm till the extent of drawing blood; but that was nothing compared to the pain I was going through.I felt like I had been pierced in the chest with a knife. The message was sent by “Hubby”, and that's what hurts the most.Right now, it feels like even his contact name is taunting me with its hollow meaning. In reality, our...
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