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#31 - The Family Game
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The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife #31 - The Family Game
What did you say?” Damian’s voice was low, dangerous.“You heard me.”“Say it again.”“Hmph.” I turned my face away, refusing to give him the satisfaction.The knock came again, louder this time.“We’re busy,” Damian’s voice was sharp but low. “Check the next restroom.”“We are not,” I snapped, trying to stand, but his hand stayed firmly on my waist, pinning me against the sink.“This is a meeting setting,” I hissed, my voice low. “And this isn’t your office either.”Something flickered in his eyes frustration, maybe even regret but it was gone too quickly to read.“We’ll talk about this later,” he said finally, stepping back just enough for me to breathe. “Clean yourself up and…”He hesitated, eyes locked on mine, as if fighting with himself. Whatever words he wanted to say never came. He just shook his head once, turned, and left.My knees felt weak.Damn him.I cleaned myself quickly and returned to the meeting, my skirt still damp and my mind reeling.Caden’s eyes found me insta
The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife #30 - You Better Ask My Panties
I could feel his breath fanned on my earlobe.I swallowed my spit.“You’re really making this hard for me,” he growled softly.I froze, pulse hammering against my throat.“What… what do you mean?” My voice was barely a whisper.Was he going to bend me over, tie my hands with his tie and spank me so hard…then he’ll tell me don’t cum until I let you:He leaned in, close enough that I could smell that infuriatingly expensive cologne of his sharp, clean, masculine.“You think you can walk in here, all fire and claws, unbutton your shirt, then smile at me like that…” His thumb brushed against my wrist before he let go. “…and I’m supposed to stay professional?”My throat went dry. Not with lack of words but dry with thirst.“Mr. Voss—”“Caden,” he said, voice firm. “If you’re going to look at me like that, say my name.”I swallowed hard. “Caden.”Something dark flashed in his eyes.“Good girl.”Oh.I nearly choked on air.He smirked, obviously enjoying my reaction, before stepping back ju
The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife #29 - Back to Sender
Useless Vivian.A stupid antagonist with the survival instincts of a cockroach and the tears of a professional actress. I swear, if karma was real, she’d choke on a dick or slip in the bathroom and snap that lying neck of hers.But no. She gets away with everything.Not for long.“This isn’t over yet!” I hissed, storming away from the dining table. Chairs scraped, Damian called after me, but I didn’t stop.“You—” I pointed a finger at the matriarch before leaving, “blind bats like you deserve the people you trust.”“Arianna!” Damian’s voice followed, but I was already halfway up the stairs.“Is that how rude your wife is? No respect for the elders?” I heard his mother shriek behind me.Oh, great. Maybe the next surprise character is Damian’s father himself, why not bring out the entire Salvatore family circus while we’re at it?“What a cursed child!” the matriarch yelled after me.I grinned to myself and muttered, “Back to sender, oloriburuku.”I didn’t even know what it meant exactly
The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife #28 - A Slap In The Script
Luggage clicks behind her like punctuation each wheel a crisp sentence saying: I’m back, and you’ll never catch up.She’s... pretty. Not in the fragile, youthful kind of way Vivian weaponizes, but the kind of beautiful that’s been earned. Mid-to-late forties, maybe, but polished, glowing, terrifying. All cheekbones and precision. The way she carries herself? Like the house already belongs to her. Like we do.I stare at her, dumbly.Is this Damian’s lover?But I thought age-gap romances were supposed to go the other way you know, emotionally unavailable older man, wide-eyes, rich and either the boss or best friend’s dad. Was this some kind of twisted reverse trope?“Hello,” I manage. “Who... may you be?”Vivian gasps. Actually gasps.“Shit. Was she someone I was supposed to know?”“Is this a joke?” she squeals, and suddenly she's running, heels clicking before launching herself into the woman’s arms.“Mom! You’re back!” she laughs, kissing both her cheeks like we’re in a European soap
The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife #27 - Street Food and Street Prophets
My hand froze halfway to my mouth, chicken grease sticking to my fingers.“Hand me some money,” I muttered.Damian scoffed. “You wish. You don’t even have money to buy food, yet you’re making mou—”I shoved the chicken into his mouth before he could finish talking. His lips parted in shock, his sharp blue eyes narrowing on me as if I’d committed some crime against humanity.“There,” I said sweetly. “Now I didn’t eat it alone. You’re paying for both of us, husband.”The word came out sharp, more of an insult than a title.I waited for him to spit it out dramatically, but instead, Damian chewed—slow, deliberate. I almost dropped my food. “Oh my God. Damian Salvatore, liking street food? This is history in the making.”But it wasn’t history because he spat it out claiming it was oily and unhealthy as he predicted.What an asshole. He couldn’t care less about what the seller felt.His glare could’ve cut steel, but he still pulled out his wallet and paid.The vendor chuckled, handing ove
The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife #26 - The Man, The Myth , The Shoe
Calm down, gentlemen,” I muttered, scanning the alley.No one in sight.No weapon, either.Great.“I loved it when you said you’d make me unable to use my joystick again,” the leader said, choking on his laughter. “Tell me, sweetheart… how do you plan to achieve that? On all three of us?”That threat was meant for Damian not these criminals.He reached for my hand. I slapped it away.That got him angry.“How dare you—”“You should be privileged he even takes a fancy to you,” another chimed in.I tilted my head, smiling sweetly. “Really? Do you actually want to see how I plan to make you unable to use it anymore?”The leader laughed. “Yes, yes. Show me, doll.”“Then maybe…” I lowered my voice, eyes flicking to his men. “You should make your little minions step back. A boss should always have first privilege, right?”One of them argued . “How dare…”“Smart girl,” the boss cut in, grinning through smoke. He exhaled right in my face. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t choke. Even when the smoke burn
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