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Remember The Hate

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CHAPTER SIX

Sara

I spotted Adrian before he saw me. He was sitting near the window, fingers typing away on his phone.

The moment he looked up, his face broke into the same easy smile that had pulled me through some of the darkest nights of my life.

“There she is.”

“You’ve been waiting long?”

He looked dramatically at his watch. “Mm, not that long.”

I slid into the chair across from him, setting my bag beside me. ”Good. You ordered before I got here?”

“I know you.” H
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  • The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned   No longer Hidden

    CHAPTER SEVEN SaraThe smug bastard actually expected me to get into his car. I stared at him, then at the car parked by the curb before letting out a sharp, humorless laugh.“Wow, you've really lost it haven't you?”Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and headed back toward the restaurant. “Sara.”I ignored him. “Sara.”“I said no.”The click of expensive leather shoes echoed behind me, measured and unhurried. He wasn’t chasing me. Of course he wasn’t. Damien Blackwood had never been a man who chased.He simply expected the world to stop moving until it obeyed him.“I can wait,” he said evenly.I kept walking.“But I wonder how patient your friend will be.”My steps faltered.Just for a second.That was all he needed.“He seems like a decent man.” His voice remained infuriatingly calm. “I’d hate for him to become collateral damage because you insist on being difficult.”I spun around so fast my hair whipped across my face.“That's the

  • The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned   Remember The Hate

    CHAPTER SIXSaraI spotted Adrian before he saw me. He was sitting near the window, fingers typing away on his phone.The moment he looked up, his face broke into the same easy smile that had pulled me through some of the darkest nights of my life.“There she is.”“You’ve been waiting long?”He looked dramatically at his watch. “Mm, not that long.”I slid into the chair across from him, setting my bag beside me. ”Good. You ordered before I got here?”“I know you.” He shrugged. “You would’ve skipped dinner again.”He wasn’t wrong.The restaurant was quiet enough that soft jazz drifted through the air without competing with conversations. It was one of those places where everyone spoke in hushed voices, where expensive wine sat on every table and no one seemed to be in a hurry.The waiter had just refilled our glasses when Adrian leaned back in his chair, studying me with an amused smile. “So.”“So what?” I took a sip of my wine.He folded his hands on the t

  • The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned   Unanswered Questions

    CHAPTER FIVE Damien The scent of her perfume still lingered in my office. It was faint now, almost impossible to notice unless I stood perfectly still. I hated that I noticed it anyway. Three years was supposed to be enough for memories to fade. Instead, one conversation had undone every ounce of progress I’d convinced myself I’d made. I walked slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows where she stood while demanding all my attention in that sexy way of hers. I replayed the way she’d stood in front of my desk with her shoulders squared, refusing to look away. She hated me, that much was obvious. But what unsettled me was the fact that I noticed the way sunlight caught the shorter strands of her hair. Although, she couldn't loathe me anymore than I did myself. I craved to pull her into my arms the way I fantasized doing when I had the chance. But I made sure I committed her to memory this time before she slipped away like yesterday. She looked thinner. It made me wonder.

  • The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned   Before everything

    CHAPTER FOURSara Three Years Earlier “You know…” My best friend, Izzy leaned against my bedroom door with her arms folded across her chest, watching me struggle with the zipper of my dress. “…if you keep changing your outfit every five minutes, we’re never going to leave.” I laughed, giving up on the zipper altogether. “I’ve only changed twice.” She pushed herself away from the door before walking over to help. “There.” I looked down at the pale blue dress. “I think it makes me look…” She sighed dramatically. “Sara.” “What?” I asked. “Don’t. You look beautiful.”I looked away sheepishly. She reached out and tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Her voice softened. “You care too much about what people think.” “I don’t.” She laughed. “You apologised to a chair yesterday after walking into it.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. “It surprised me.”“The chair?” “No…”I burst into laughter. “The corner.” She laughed with me until te

  • The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned   Your Worst Mistake

    CHAPTER THREE Sara Blackwood Industries hadn’t changed. The glass skyscraper still towered over the city like it owned the skyline, its polished exterior reflecting the morning sun until it almost looked untouchable. Employees hurried through the revolving doors with takeaway coffees and leather briefcases. I stepped out of the black sedan and adjusted the sleeve of my cream blazer before closing the door behind me. My heels clicked against the pavement with deliberate confidence. People stared, the news of Damien’s ghost wife already circulating. I smiled bitterly. Let them whisper. People had whispered at my funeral too. The revolving doors parted, cool air rushed over my skin as I stepped into the marble lobby. The receptionist behind the front desk looked up automatically, offering the practiced smile reserved for visitors. The smile disappeared almost instantly. Her eyes widened. “Mrs… Mrs. Blackwood?” I removed my sunglasses slowly, hooking them onto the neckli

  • The Billionaire’s Dead Wife Returned   Buried truths

    CHAPTER TWODamien Chaos consumed the cathedral within seconds.The orderly elegance that had existed only moments ago dissolved into frightened whispers and panicked questions. My eyes remained fixed on the cathedral doors. Outside my guards searched for her frantically, but it was of no use. She was gone. Sara… The name echoed through my head until it became almost painful. No. That wasn’t possible. I had buried her. I remembered every second of that day with terrifying clarity.The rain that refused to stop.The sound of soil striking polished wood as her coffin disappeared beneath it. I’d stood there long after everyone else had left. Long after Ethan had tried convincing me to go home. I’d buried my wife. So who had just walked into my wedding? My breathing grew uneven as the image replayed itself again. Her black dress that molded perfectly over her curves. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair swaying gently as she wal

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