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Cancel the marriage

作者: Nessa Ty
last update 公開日: 2026-05-13 22:20:18

KILLIAN

What do I want?

I want to kill Shawn Lindays.

I want to tear the skin off him inch by inch, while his screams—doubling as music to my ears—keep echoing and echoing until he loses his voice.

I want to burn down his company. I want to beat it down until nothing is left of it, until it fades away from the minds of people.

Even though the pictures had been posted by an anonymous account, I knew he was behind it. I just knew.

It had his dirty fingerprints all over it; either him or that
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  • Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!   Gosh!

    ELARAI should have known. A man like Killian never gives up. In that way, he might just be like Shawn, holding on with their teeth once they see a beneficial deal. With narrowed eyes, I watched as he strolled relaxedly toward the podium, completely indifferent to the cameras that went absolutely wild around him, flashes exploding here and there like a shattered mirror. While the distant, knowing snickers of my brothers echoed from the couches behind me, I watched him, annoyance swelling within me, as he climbed the short wooden stairs. He walked straight toward me, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, an amused, glittering glint dancing in his eyes.I swear to God, if he was here for some masochistic nonsense, or to say something incredibly stupid on live television, I would kill him myself.But where I expected him to step up to a microphone and deliver some grand, calculated speech to present himself as the ever-supporting fiancé—considering he had already proven he coul

  • Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!   Press Conference

    ELARA“El, are you ready? We are five minutes out…”I looked across the room at Julian, who was sitting on one of the plush velvet couches in the most private holding room of our family’s corporate headquarters, and gave a firm nod. “I am.”Down the corridor, inside the massive, hall-like auditorium, the media was already gathered. Projectors were mounted, audio levels were being tested, and everything was perfectly in place for the systematic, entire dismantling of Shawn and his family. Miranda would be ruined alongside them, of course, and her family would inevitably suffer the fallout—especially her father’s upcoming senatorial campaign. Semantics. A necessary evil. Next time, the senator would think twice about training his daughter up the right way, or at least learn to put a leash on her when he sees she isn't following that right path.“Sure? Nervous?” Julian pushed, his brow furrowing with genuine anxiety.The question made Mason roll his eyes hard from the adjacent armcha

  • Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!   Doom. Doom.

    SHAWNBang! My fist slammed onto the wooden desk, the sharp vibration rattling all the way up to my shoulder when I tried Elara’s second number only to hear that short, mechanical beep. She had blocked me. The cold realization settled into my stomach, and the phantom feeling of doom intensified tenfold. I stared at the blank screen, remembering the terrifyingly cold, mocking sound of her laughter over the line just minutes ago. It had been evil—pure, unadulterated evil—and sudden chills broke out across my skin, raising every hair on my arms.Doom. Doom. The word beat a frantic rhythm inside my skull.With trembling hands, I dialed Miranda’s number to check in. After the desperate, intense sex we had shared on her bed, I had finally wrung a promise out of her that she would speak to her parents about the money. And the moment she fell asleep, exhausted, I had practically fled her apartment, hurrying over to a secondary, lesser-known flat I owned in the city. My grandfather was fa

  • Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!   Braggart!

    ELARAFor a heartbeat, the mask slipped.The air in the room seemed to thin as Killian’s expression fractured—a flash of hurt that rippled across his features before he could catch it. It was there in the sudden tension of his jaw and the way his eyes dimmed, losing that predatory spark for one solitary second. I saw it clearly, and for a moment, a traitorous pang of guilt flared in my chest. My emotions, those fickle, unreliable things, tried to soften. But I reigned them in with a ruthlessness born of survival. I couldn't afford to care about his feelings; I couldn't afford to believe the vulnerability was anything more than another layer of his game.I steeled myself, my gaze turning back to ice as I watched him smooth the hurt away until his face was a marble bust once more."If all you have to offer is a trip down memory lane and a lecture on my past, then you should leave," I said, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "I didn't invite you here to be my therapist

  • Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!   Believe me

    ELARADamn this foolish man! Damn his stupid contract! And damn his penchant to be all-knowing!So, I’ve been so ruined by Shawn that I can’t see a good thing if it stands right in my face? Tsk. How dare he? And what exactly is the "good thing"? Him? Please! The only thing good about Killian was that he was Shawn’s rival, making him the absolute best tool for this part of the revenge plan. I’ve heard he’s just as shady as Shawn in business. So, what is the difference? If it weren't for my plans for survival and revenge, would I even be with him?“Sugar…”I wished to break his head. Really. “Stop calling me that!”“You know I can’t, sugar. Now, do you remember the consequences of backing away from the contract without fulfilling its content for at least a year?”I did, dammit! If I breached it, I would be his daily sex companion for three months! Of course, it had been strange seeing that clause in the contract, but because I was in desperate need of him as a partner, I knew I w

  • Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!   Cancel the marriage

    KILLIANWhat do I want? I want to kill Shawn Lindays. I want to tear the skin off him inch by inch, while his screams—doubling as music to my ears—keep echoing and echoing until he loses his voice. I want to burn down his company. I want to beat it down until nothing is left of it, until it fades away from the minds of people.Even though the pictures had been posted by an anonymous account, I knew he was behind it. I just knew. It had his dirty fingerprints all over it; either him or that wretched bitch he had cheated on Elara with. But it had come from him. And he would surely pay, highly, for it.What do I want? I want Elara to trust me, just as much as I want to touch her. When her father had given me permission to step into the inner wings of the Vikings Mansion, it was because I had been insistent on meeting my bride, on helping her. He had warned me, of course, that his dear daughter was self-reliant and that she only allowed them in whenever she was done with the first

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