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#38 - Sweet Things and Bitter Ends

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I turned around instinctively, scanning for anything suspicious. A shadow. A movement. Anything at all.

Nothing.

“Emily?” I called from the sitting room.

“Yes!” she shouted back from the kitchen.

“I’ll use the bathroom.”

“Okay, it’s down here,” she called from the kitchen.

That was a white lie. Yes, I did need the bathroom, but my real intent was broader. Another chance to search, to probe, to find the smallest clue that might tell me what really happened to Arianna.

The narrow passage seemed t
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    The ride was silent except for the soft jazz humming through the speakers.The driver wasn’t the chatty type, which I appreciated. My stomach twisted again, and I told myself it was just the car’s motion. Maybe paranoia.What exactly was I going to ask Caden?Throw Damian’s accusations at him?I almost laughed at myself.No. I wasn’t here to be dramatic. I was here to think.“Hell no,” I muttered under my breath.The driver’s voice broke in gently. “Ma’am?”I blinked. “Oh — sorry. Not talking to you. Please, go on.”He nodded and turned the music up slightly.The café came into view, small, discreet, lively enough to blend into. . Open enough to bolt,private enough to talk.I paid the driver and stepped out, inhaling slowly.This was it.Either I stop doubting shadows… or I confirm one.Caden was already seated when I walked in.His smile warmed instantly when he saw me, natural, effortless. It did something to my chest that I refused to name.He pulled out the chair opposite him.

  • The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife   #63 - Wrong Place, Wring Time

    It took me five minutes to process everything before I yelped. “Great. Now someone’s taking my pool selfies at midnight. Just what I needed.”Damian snorted or did he cough? I couldn’t tell.I felt the urge to bolt, maybe sprint straight out the door. So I did, I didn’t take two steps before he stopped me with one calm hand.“You won’t see anyone,” he said, sharply. “It’s no use.”I spun on him. “Then what do I do? Stay? Someone sent me a photo. You didn’t even look at it, but somehow you knew the content… and you muttered they’re escalating!” My words came out too fast; I almost bit my tongue.His lips curved ever so faintly. A smile? No… it couldn’t be.I clenched my fists, cracking my knuckles.“Damian, what’s going on?” I asked, surprised at how soft I sounded. “Should I be afraid… or armed?” I demanded.“Nothing to worry about. You weren’t supposed to see this. Just… wrong place, wrong time,” he blurted.“I need to know if I should bolt now, before I die in vain!” I snapped.He

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    After maybe an hour or two of twisting and turning I still couldn’t sleep.I lay there staring at the ceiling long after the house went quiet, my mind still replaying events from earlier.The text, the world I was now trapped in, the mystery.By the time the hallway lights dimmed automatically, I couldn’t breathe inside that room anymore.So I got up.Barefoot and silent. Damian probably was in his study but I didn’t care, not really. The marble floors were cold beneath my feet as I slipped out of the bedroom and down the back staircase that led to the outdoor pool.The house was asleep.But the water wasn’t.The pool lights cast ripples of blue against the high ceiling, reflections shifting like restless thoughts. The surface moved lazily, disturbed only by the faint hum of the filtration system.Water.My phobia. I stopped a few feet away from the edge. Not close enough to see my reflection clearly.“I hate you,” I muttered to the water.It didn’t respond, of course it didn’t.Whe

  • The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife   #61 - No Special Privileges

    The words wouldn’t stop circling in my head.Last time? Digging?They echoed like unfinished sentences, heavy with meaning I couldn’t quite grasp. My chest felt tight, my thoughts scattered, as if someone had knocked the wind out of me and forgotten to let it return.“Arianna.”The sound of my name reached me from far away.“Arianna.”Hands gripped my shoulders. Damian.I startled, sucking in a sharp breath. “Yes—sorry. I’m here.”“I’ve been calling you,” he said, eyes sharp, searching my face. “You spaced out.”“I’m fine,” I said too quickly, forcing a smile that felt painful. Lie. You’re not fine, I screamed internally, but when I opened my mouth. “Just… thinking.”“What was that text about?” he asked.I laughed, light and careless, and slipped my phone into my purse. “Just, Emily. She loves pranks.”His gaze didn’t soften. If anything, it grew more focused. Like he was peeling back layers, deciding which ones were real.He opened his mouth. “You…”But the door opened, just then.Vi

  • The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife   #60 - What Last Time?

    The junior associate didn’t burst in this time.He slipped in.Quiet. Pale. Sweaty in that special way people get when they’re about to deliver bad news to powerful men.“S-sir, please don’t fire me, I swear I knocked—” he stammered, raising his hands.The poor man looked like he was about to cry.“Sir…a word.”Damian nodded. The assistant walked closer and whispered something in his ear.I couldn’t hear the words, only the sudden change in Damian’s expression.His jaw tightened. His eyes hardened.He took the tablet from the man’s hands, scanned the screen once.Then his gaze lifted, straight to me. Ten seconds, maybe a minute.Long enough for my spine to stiffen and my instincts to scream, something is wrong.“Leave,” Damian said coldly.I blinked. “What?”“Leave,” he repeated, already turning his attention back to the desk.“You’re not serious,” I scoffed. “Maybe I should stay. I could help, I mean I just identified the mechanism—”He cut me off without raising his voice. “This is

  • The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife   #59 - Too Close for Corporate Comfort

    I charged toward him.Like an Olympic athlete.Like a woman with nothing left to lose. Because I had nothing left to lose in this damn book world.Damian didn’t even blink.Of course he didn’t.He simply leaned back in his leather chair, cool and bored, as if he’d been expecting this exact moment since the dawn of time.I was two seconds away from ramming into him when,BANG.The office door slammed open so hard it ricocheted off the wall.I froze mid-stride. Damian didn’t.He let out the world’s slowest, coldest sigh. “What.”A junior associate stood panting in the doorway, hair slightly all over the place from stress. “S-sir, there’s a problem, the Q3 numbers, the audit—something’s—uh—wrong—”Damian flicked his eyes toward me, then toward the man, then back to me. “It’s being handled already, get out,” he ordered.The guy practically teleported away.The moment the door shut, I inhaled deeply, preparing for round two.Damian raised an eyebrow. “Arianna, were you just attempting to

  • The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife   #15 - Glass of Wine, Side of Vengeance

    As I sat across from Caden, clinking glasses in a restaurant that smelled faintly of rosemary and rich people problems, I had to admit it he was annoyingly easy to admire.That relaxed jawline. That watch that could probably pay off a mortgage. That voice, smooth like coffee laced with secrets.And

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  • The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife   #13 - Red flags & Locked doors

    I stormed back into the house, still seething. My hands were shaking part rage, part cold, part…okay, 99% rage. That’s when I saw it.Wet footprints.I’d just seen wet footprints trailing from the pool to the hallway like something out of a murder documentary. And where did they lead?To Vivian.I

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  • The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife   #14 - Whatever, Let’s Just Survive

    It was me.I drugged myself.What a joke.“You’re smarter than I thought,” I muttered, staring down at the grainy footage like it owed me rent.The nerve of this bitch.The woman in the footage…me, smiled directly at the camera. Her walk, her hair, her height. Perfect mimicry. But the second she tu

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  • The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife   #12 - The Poolside Puzzle

    His fingers trailed across my waist, warm and deliberate, pausing just at the edge of my abdomen. My breath hitched.He leaned closer, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear, and whispered, “Call me what you used to.”My knees nearly buckled.His hand slipped lower, firm against the curve of my ass

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