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2026-07-09 23:41:36
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Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Meeting Miranda II
ELARAThe moment I stepped out onto the sweeping marble portico of the mansion, I found Mason already waiting beside the sleek, armored sedan, arms folded, expression unreadable in the way only Mason's ever was.I offered him a playful wink as I reached for the door handle. He stepped in immediately, his large hand gripping the top of the door to stop it from swinging shut before I'd properly settled onto the leather seat."Make me a promise right now, Elara." His dark eyes drilled into mine with an intensity that left no room for deflection. "Tell me you have every single variable of this meeting under control."I smiled up at him, tilting my head. "Don't you know your own sister by now, Mason?"He held my gaze a beat longer, and I watched the tension finally break across his broad shoulders as he let out a low, defeated sigh. He leaned into the cabin and pressed a firm, brief kiss against my forehead. "Be careful."Then he shut the door gently and stepped up to the front passenger w
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Meeting Miranda
ELARA"Are you sure you want to go? You don't have to do this, sweetheart."I looked up at my father and smiled softly, reaching up to gently tap his cheek in an affectionate, familiar gesture I'd been performing since I was a little girl trying to talk my way out of trouble. "I'm going, Dad. And I promise you, I will be completely safe."Ever since I'd received Miranda's unexpected text two days ago and agreed to honor her invitation to meet, my entire family had been operating in a state of near-constant high alert. They'd spent the last forty-eight hours aggressively trying to talk me out of it, considering the meeting entirely unnecessary and correctly suspecting that Miranda had some pathetic trick tucked up her sleeve.Killian had been the absolute worst of all of them. He'd practically worn a groove into the carpet of my suite, pacing back and forth with his jaw clenched so tight I genuinely worried for his teeth, demanding— not asking, demanding— that he either handle Mirand
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Recovery II
ELARASeriously? This brother of mine… tsk.I swallowed down a small flicker of nerves and carefully swung my legs over the side of the high bed, pushing myself upright and standing flat on both feet. Pure, giddy relief washed through me when the room stayed perfectly still around me, my legs holding steady without so much as a tremor."See!" I announced, throwing both hands out in a triumphant little flourish. "Completely okay. Now… what's next on the agenda, warden?"Julian let out a low chuckle, stepping in close enough that his arms hovered just slightly, ready to catch me if my legs decided to betray me after all. "Don't push your luck, princess. What do you actually want to do?""I want a long, proper bath. An enormous lunch. And then you and I are taking a very long walk through the estate gardens." I said it firmly, decisively, already planning the route in my head. I knew better than to push for anything beyond that—the second I mentioned our headquarters or my desk full of
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Recovery
ELARAIt had been four days since I left the hospital, but looking around my surroundings, it felt like I was still checked into a premium medical wing—just one with better lighting and worse company loitering on the furniture.I pouted, folding my arms over my chest as I glared at Julian, who was currently sprawled out on the plush velvet couch in my room like he owned the place, one arm draped lazily over the armrest, the other feeding him a steady supply of peanuts he clearly had no intention of sharing. My father had gone completely overboard preparing this space, converting what used to be a perfectly reasonable guest suite on the second floor of the Viking mansion into something that felt less like a bedroom and more like a five-star VIP hospital penthouse. The custom-ordered orthopedic king bed was draped in hypoallergenic Egyptian cotton sheets so soft they felt faintly absurd against skin that had, until recently, been scraped raw against hospital concrete. State-of-the-ar
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Restraint
ELARA“How do you feel?”Killian’s voice was a low, velvet rumble against my hair. He reached down, his thumb gently tracing the curve of my cheekbone, his touch so light it was almost a whisper.He had just finished feeding me, patiently offering me small spoonfuls of the gourmet broth his mother had brought, eating only tiny bits of it himself. When I had tried to nudge the spoon toward his own mouth, he had simply shaken his head, claiming he had lost his appetite.We were currently tangled together on the wide hospital bed. Killian was no longer bare-chested; hours ago, his mother and father had arrived at the private wing, bringing a fresh change of clothes and a thermal basket of homemade food. That was the only time Killian had left my side—briefly disappearing into the attached bathroom to bathe and change into a soft, dark crewneck and tailored trousers.And although I had tried multiple times to get him to leave, to go back to his place or his office to conclude the interna
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Perfect opportunity
MIRANDAWhen I finally walked into the central precinct, there was no dramatic hush or pause in the room. No one stood up to greet me, and no one offered the respect the Senator's daughter usually commanded. The desk officers simply threw cold, indifferent glances in my direction before going right back to their paperwork.I gritted my teeth, forcing the white-hot anger down into the pit of my stomach. Yes, I thought to myself. I need to leave this miserable city. I need to leave this country. I would go make waves in a different society. I would build a powerful reputation somewhere else. I was completely done with these people. I was completely over their opinions of me.I stopped at the high wooden desk. “I’m here to post bail for Shawn Linday.”As I spoke to the officer, her monotone instructions grating on my raw nerves, the tail of my eye caught a movement in the far holding cell.Shawn was scrambling to his feet, his hands gripping the iron bars as he watched me. The desperate
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Battery
ELARAWhat is this fool doing? I cried fearfully in my mind as Shawn’s fingers clamped down like iron vices around my forearms, dragging my body flush against his chest.“What the hell are you doing, Shawn! Let go of me!” I commanded out loud, my survival instinct kicked in. I began shoving my hand
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 wa
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Drunken Shawn
SHAWN“Hey! Let me have two more!” I screamed at the bartender, holding up my empty glass before slamming it down to join the others—seven, maybe nine cups already cluttering the wood in front of me. My vision was beginning to smear into a blur of neon and shadow, my voice thick and slurry, aggres
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Free Woman
ELARA“And I’m not joking, Elara…” “Kneeling won’t change a thing, Shawn. Get up.” I mused, feigning pity.Shawn shook his head and stayed on his knees, making his mother gasp in a mixture of shock and utter disbelief. Maxwell, however, remained mute, actually looking spaced out, as if he weren't
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