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2026-09-28 21:44:27
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The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss You up for it ?
Melowie A quiet knock echoed from the front hallway. Beatrice opened the door, stepped aside, and allowed Noel into the sunroom. He stopped three paces from the table, his blue eyes searching my face with a terrifying, breathless vulnerability. He was waiting for the ax to fall. He was expecting me to tell him that yesterday’s failed visit was the end. "Sit down, Noel," I offered quietly. He moved immediately, pulling out the chair across from me. He sat stiffly, his large hands resting flat on the dark wood, his knuckles white with tension. He didn't ask for water. He didn't speak a single word. He just waited, completely at my mercy. "I overheard Nolan last night," I said, my voice dangerously steady, though my heart was thrashing against my ribs. Noel’s breath caught in his throat. His chest lifted in a sharp, desperate surge, his eyes widening in pure, unadulterated terror. "Melowie... I'm sorry about the... I swear to God I didn't mean to scare him—" "He asked if you were
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss Lost before it even started
Noel My fingers were trembling so violently I could barely fit the key into the ignition of my sedan, though I had no intention of driving anywhere just yet. I sat in the parked car across from Beatrice’s townhouse, staring through the fogged-up driver’s side window at the closed iron gate. My tie was loosened, my collar damp with cold sweat, my chest heaving with a suffocating, hollow ache that felt like internal bleeding. I had ruined it. I had forty minutes—forty precious negotiated minutes alone with my son while Melowie worked in the adjacent study with the door cracked open. Forty minutes to prove I wasn't a stranger, to prove I could be a gentle presence in his world, to prove I wasn't the selfish, cold monster my family name promised I was. And I had failed completely. I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the heels of my palms against my temples as the embarrassment and sheer, suffocating inadequacy washed over me in scalding waves. In my desperate, anxious panic to make a
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss Stalked by unknown
Noel The gravel path under my leather soles felt like shifting glass. It was a small, secluded courtyard park, hidden behind ancient limestone walls and shaded by high, yellowing chestnut trees. Ten feet away, sitting on a green bench beneath the trees, sat Melowie. She wore an ivory wool coat buttoned tightly to her throat, her dark hair pulled back into a low knot. Her face was pale, her dark eyes tracking my every footstep with an intense, vigilance that made my skin prickle. It was just her, watching me like a hawk guarding its nest, ready to step between us the millisecond I made a single wrong move. And five feet in front of her, crouching in the damp gravel, was the boy. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped beast, each strike echoing in my ears until I thought I might throw up right there on the path. My hands were violently shaking inside my coat pockets. I was a man who had stood before millions without flinching. But standing five paces from her, I
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss Only care about legacy
Noel I drove to our estate broken, lost. My father sat in his leather wingback chair. Immaculate in his charcoal three-piece suit, his hands resting flat on the mahogany desk, his icy eyes watching me with a quiet, terrifying stillness. I stood on the rug, my body soaked in an exhaustion so bone-deep it felt as if my ribs were grinding against each other with every breath. My suit coat was gone, my sleeves rolled up to my elbows, my neck open. Tucked deep into my trousers pocket, my thumb was locked around the tiny red wooden truck, my nail digging into the cracked front wheel. I had just told him. I hadn't planned to. I had intended to walk straight past his study, lock myself in my old wing, and prepare for Friday's arbitration. But when I stepped into the foyer, he was standing at the top of the stairs, watching me like a hawk that had spotted blood in the snow. The silence in the study was deafening. I waited for the crack in his composure. I waited for the man who had raise
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss Broken
Melowie For a fraction of a second, the look in Noel’s eyes almost broke me. My heart thrashed violently against my ribs. Part of me wanted to yield. It would be so easy to tell him to follow me to Beatrice’s house. To watch him drop to his knees in the living room and hold his son for the first time. Then the cold, sharp reality of the world slammed back into my mind. I took a slow step backward, putting distance between us, severing the sudden, dangerous warmth building in the air. "No," I replied. The word was quiet, but it hit the room with the finality of a iron gate slamming shut. Noel flinched as if I had struck him. The blue light in his eyes flickered, replaced instantly by a fresh wave of raw, bleeding panic. "Melowie... please," he choked out, his hands reaching forward slightly before dropping uselessly back to his sides. "I’m not going to take him. I won't bring lawyers. I won't bring my mother. I just want to see him. Just five minutes... just to hear his voice—"
The Billionaire's Ex-wife Is His Boss He's your flesh and blood
Melowie The silence collapsed. My throat unlocked, a ragged, shuddering breath tearing out of my chest as if I had just surfaced from deep water. "Yes," I whispered. The word was so quiet, so small, but it shattered the air between us like glass hitting marble. Noel stood there as the truth hit him, crushing impact that made his tall frame sway slightly, his eyelids fluttering shut as a single, hot tear finally squeezed past his lashes and tracked down the wet contour of his cheek. "He's yours, Noel," I confirmed, my voice rising out of the quiet, growing stronger, raw with three years of buried poison. "He has been yours since the second I walked out of your apartment." He opened his eyes slowly, looking at me through a red, bloodshot haze of pure torture. His lips parted, but no sound came out. "Do you want to know how it happened?" I asked, stepping out from behind my desk, my heels clicking sharply against the floorboards. "Do you want the details of the story you missed w
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