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#32 - Village People at Work
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The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife #33 - Eight Inches of Freedom
Damian’s words were still ringing in my ears when I left the room.He said he was going to check the surveillance, and judging by the way Vivian’s face went pale, I already knew something was about to explode.But instead of waiting around for the explosion, I grabbed my phone and headed straight to Emily’s.I needed air. I needed fun. I needed someone who wouldn’t glare at me like I was public enemy number one.“You totally forgot me,” Emily said the second she opened the door, arms crossed like a mom ready to scold me.“That’s too bad.”I put my hands together like I was praying. “Peace offering?”Emily squinted, then smirked. “You’re glowing.”“Maybe with drama,” I muttered, brushing past her.“Excuse you, I haven’t forgiven you yet,” she called, following me into her living room.“My life is literally a soap opera,” I said, throwing myself on her couch. “I didn’t intentionally forget you, bestie.”“Whatever,” Emily sniffed, but she sat next to me anyway. “I hate you, just so you k
The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife #32 - Village People at Work
Vivian’s face was pale, her mouth opening and closing like a child caught doing something bad.Damian’s words cut through the air like a blade.“Vivian. Your scar. It’s gone.”For a beat, silence stretched.Then Vivian laughed. The sound was too high, too fake. Or maybe I’ve gotten used to her being a queen of manipulation so literally everything about her to me is fake.“What are you talking about?”“You used to have a scar on your right leg,” Damian said, his voice low, his brows furrowed as if he was replaying memories. “From the accident. The night I—”He stopped himself, jaw clenching.My heart thudded. Accident? What accident. Vivian’s lip trembled. “Of course I still have it. Look!”Before anyone could stop her, she hiked up the hem of her soaked dress, baring her left leg.There it was.A thin pale line running across her shin, faint but visible under the lantern light.For a moment, no one spoke. Not even Mrs. Salvatore.Damian’s eyes narrowed. “That’s…I thought—“Vivian’s v
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
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