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Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT (IVY'S POV)
“I am pregnant.”The words settled between them like thick smoke. Tangible. Suffocating.Aiden blinked at her, his brows pulling together as though he hadn’t heard correctly.“What?”“I’m pregnant, Aiden.” Her voice was firmer this time, a calculated plan was coming out from beneath the surface. “We’re having a baby.”He took a step back. “But… we—we were careful.”She tilted her head, lips curving in something that was supposed to resemble sympathy but felt more like the threat of a snake before a strike. “So what does that mean?” she asked softly. “You think I’m lying?”Aiden raised both hands, shaking his head quickly. “No, I’m not saying that. It’s just—I mean, we used protection. Every time.”Ivy folded her arms over her chest, tapping her perfectly manicured fingers against her elbow. Her tone turned frosty. “So you’re saying you never wanted this? Never wanted a child with me?”Aiden opened his mouth. Closed it. “That’s not what I—”“We’re engaged, Aiden. Or have you forgotten
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN (KILLIAN'S POV)
The engine purred softly in the background, but Killian’s fingers were drumming on the steering wheel with increasing impatience. Elara had said she'd just be a moment. "I'll meet you at the car.” She'd given him that gentle, commanding look that somehow managed to both charm and challenge him at once.But it had been over fifteen minutes.Too long.And Killian Hayes never ignored his instincts. Especially not when they whispered warnings into his ear like ghosts.This was Ivy’s building.He locked down at the watch on his wrist which probably cost more than most people houses: 17 minutes, 42 seconds. His jaw clenched.He opened the door and stepped out of the car.The air was calm but tension danced in it like static before a storm. He buttoned his coat as he crossed the pavement and slipped through the front doors like a shadow, eyes scanning the corridors. A janitor passed by and Killian stopped him with a sharp, controlled smile.“The restroom?”“Second hallway to your right, sir.
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY SIX (IVY'S POV)
The conference room was quiet—too quiet. Everyone had left after the meeting, leaving nothing but the echo of heels, the hum of the AC and the bitter aftertaste of humiliation lingering in the air.Ivy sat at the head of the table, knuckles white around the armrests of her chair, her perfectly painted nails digging into the leather. Her heart was still racing, her breathing coming in fast as the scene from minutes ago replayed in her mind over and over.Elara.Killian.Walking into her company like they owned the place. Like they hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of her sanctuary. Like they weren’t deliberately trying to ruin her.That presentation had been flawless. The proposal—bold, innovative, and worst of all, exactly what her board had been begging for. Sustainability and fashion? Exclusive tech-backed partnerships? Combining Elara’s brand aesthetics with Hayes Corp logistics? It was a golden opportunity. Too golden.She should have seen it coming. But she’d been too busy
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY FIVE (ELARA'S POV)
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Killain’s mansion, painting golden streaks across the marble floor. Elara sat at the edge of the kitchen island, sipping coffee and ignoring the man across from her like last night hadn’t happened at all.No mention of the rooftop dinner.No mention of the bracelet.No lingering looks. No heat.Just cool silence and the clink of porcelain.Killain’s jaw was clenched tight as he scrolled through his phone, pretending not to notice her ignorance. But Elara didn’t miss the way his fingers stilled every time she moved. He was watching her—quietly simmering, trying to figure her out.Good.Let him stew.She wasn’t going to fall for that charming act of his. Last night had been theatre. A stage. And she’d played her role well.Suddenly, the sound of her notification broke through the silence. She picked it up, unlocking it.A message. From a name she didn’t expect.Beckett Industries.She arched an eyebrow.“What’s that?” Killain asked ca
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY FOUR (ELARA'S POV)
The note arrived on a piece of perfectly folded paper sealed with a wax that only a man like Killian would use.So fancy. The note was simple. Five words written in that unmistakable slanted handwriting.“Be ready at 7. No arguments.”Elara scoffed, rolling her eyes the moment she read it. Typical Killain.But the second delivery was harder to ignore—a matte black box, smooth as sin, sealed tight. It also had a wax seal which made her roll her eyes again at his dramatics. He was acting like they were in the Victorian era or something. She opened it out of curiosity, expecting drama. What she found was worse.A dress. Elegant, beautiful and dangerous. Not flashy. Not desperate. This wasn’t a bribe—it was a statement. This one whispered control. Taste. Power.But worst of all? It was perfect.Black. Long-sleeved on one side, sleeveless on the other. A slit high enough to scream danger, but a neckline that whispered and teased. It shimmered under the light, silver threads woven into the
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY THREE (PRESTON'S POV)
Preston watched Ivy storm out of the Silversmith, her heels clicking against the polished floor like war drums fading into the distance.He chuckled, a low sound escaping from his chest as his hand reached forward, wrapping around the rim of his whiskey glass as he lifted it for the first time that evening. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the air, all expensive floral notes masking the rot underneath.The audacity.The manipulation.The desperation poorly hidden beneath tailored silk and veiled insults.He had met sharks before, predators with porcelain smiles and blood on their hands, but Ivy Beckett—she was something else. The kind of woman who couldn’t stand to lose and would rather scorch the earth than admit defeat.Still, it hadn’t been her arrogance that made him laugh.It was her assumption.That everyone had a price.That he’d abandon Elara for a better paycheck, a seat closer to the throne, or a night tangled in the sheets with her.Pathetic.Preston leaned back in the
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY TWO (IVY'S POV)
It had taken nine days, four ignored calls, and three dozen emails disguised in professionalism and charm for Ivy to finally get a response from him.Preston Grey.Preston Grey was a ghost.He didn’t operate through a firm or an office. No trail, no receptionist, no verifiable address. Just a burner email that replied in one lined sentence and cold confirmation. But she finally had him—an hour at The Silversmith, a low-lit whiskey bar tucked beneath the Avalon Hotel, where the city’s power players went to hide their dirt.And Ivy had plenty of dirt.She walked in thirty minutes early, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she slid into a booth at the far end. The bartender greeted her with a nod and a glass of her usual. She needed the heat of the bourbon to steady her nerves.Because Preston wasn’t just a PI.He was dangerous. Calculated. A man who’d been hovering too close to Elara for her liking. Too discreet to leave trails and too confident to be accidental.She needed
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY ONE (ELARA'S POV)
As she walked further away from the table, ivy wasn't finished. Ivy’s voice was sweet when it came. That dangerous, sugar-laced tone Elara had come to associate with poison.“So,” Ivy said, “tell me, Elara… how does it feel warming the bed of two men? One in the daylight, and one in the shadows?”Elara froze.It was the briefest pause which she was certain that Ivy saw. She turned slowly, walking back to the table and taking her seat in front of her barely touched food. “Excuse me?”Ivy smiled, predatory and smug. “You heard me.”The terrace was too quiet. Somewhere below, a fountain flowed peacefully. Birds chirped like they weren’t sitting in the middle of a battlefield.Elara’s mind raced.Preston. How the hell did Ivy know about Preston?When she mentioned his name the first time, Elara had shifted the topic because she wasn't sure how Ivy knew but didn't want to discuss it further.He was supposed to be invisible. Silent. Her leverage in the background. Killain didn’t even know
Shattered vows: Revenge of an ex bride CHAPTER FORTY (IVY'S POV)
The table was set to perfection.A private terrace at one of the city’s most exclusive garden restaurants called Golden leaf. Pristine white linens lay on the table, polished cutlery, and floral arrangements hand-picked that morning. It was the sort of setting made for reconciliation—or assassination.Ivy leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, a beautiful flute of champagne in her hand. She wore a cream Chanel blazer, pearl earrings that shimmered under the afternoon sun, and the kind of smile that had ruined lives.She didn’t expect Elara to show.She certainly didn’t expect her to be early.But there she was.Striding toward the table with the calm arrogance of a queen, clad in a black silk blouse, wide-legged trousers that made her look seven feet tall, and a smirk that made Ivy’s grip tighten on her glass.“Elara,” Ivy said, standing to greet her.“Ivy,” Elara replied smoothly, leaning in to brush her cheek with a kiss that never touched skin.They both sat.The silence between t
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