After Divorce, The Heiress Decides to Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

BRADI'm taken aback by the transformation. Gone are the mahogany furniture and leather chairs, replaced instead with dark red velvet and metal restraints. The walls are adorned with various whips and chains, and a St. Andrew's cross stands prominently in the corner.Mrs. Raina, the woman I've been trying to impress for weeks in order to secure her vote for CEO, smirks at my reaction. "I see you like my little secret."I swallow hard, trying to process what I'm seeing. "I had no idea you were into...this."She steps closer to me, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "I like to dominate my men, Brad. Are you man enough to handle it?"My mind races as I consider the implications. I've come this far in my pursuit of the CEO position, and I can't back down now. I take a deep breath and nod. "Yes, I can handle it."She raises an eyebrow. "Take off your clothes."My heart races as I comply, my hands shaking as I undo my tie and slip off my jacket. I can feel her eyes on me as I un

NOLANSeeing Alanna again after everything… the guilt, the longing, the sheer mess of it all, threatened to drown me. I am a mess.This wasn't just about the kids, not entirely. It was about a chance to open something between us.The cafe bell chimed as the door opened, and there she was. Alanna. Even after all this time, she took my breath away. Her hair, still the same cascade of fiery red, framed a face that somehow managed to be both fierce and vulnerable. She looked… different. Stronger, maybe. I stood as she approached, a nervous smile plastered on my face. "Alanna," I greeted, my voice cracking slightly. "Thanks for coming."Her gaze was cool, assessing. "Nolan," she replied simply, her voice devoid of warmth. "Let's get this over with."We settled into a booth, the silence thick with unspoken emotions. I cleared my throat, trying to break the ice. "This place… this was your favorite, right? You always wanted me to bring you here."A flicker of a smile played on her lips, fle

ALANNAThis was the day, the day I had prepared for, for months. I felt a flood of emotions flood through me. I was both happy, anxious, nervous, sad and grateful all at once. The ballroom buzzed like a beehive, there was this certain elegance and refinement that could be felt in the air. A dazzling display of wealth and importance. Crystal clinked against crystal as champagne flutes collided in celebratory toasts.Excited chatter against the backdrop of the smooth jazz band. Tonight was the completion of months of tireless work, my fashion show – a vibrant display of my creativity – finally gracing the grand stage.“Congratulations Ms. Alanna,” a woman with a black dress greeted me, I didn't recognize her, so instead I responded to her with a smile. Despite the outward glamor, a knot of apprehension tightened in my stomach as I scanned the crowd. A sea of well-dressed bodies and expectant faces swirled before me. The city's elite were all here, of course: business moguls with

Here I was, a married woman, about to cheat on my husband with a man I had just met. But something about Lucas was irresistible. I had felt a spark between us as soon as we met, and I knew I had to have him.We walked into his house, and he pulled me close, kissing me deeply. I could feel the heat building between us as his tongue explored my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting to break the kiss.But eventually, he pulled away, taking my hand and leading me to his bedroom. I followed, my heart racing with anticipation. I knew what was about to happen, and I couldn't wait.As soon as we were in the room, Lucas pulled me to him again, kissing me with even more passion than before. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me, and I knew I had to have it. I reached down, rubbing it through his pants, feeling it grow even harder under my touch.Lucas broke the kiss, looking into my eyes. "Do you want this, Chloe?" he asked, his voice low and husky."Y

CHAPTER 80ALANNAIT HAS BEEN AN EVENTFUL WEEKFrom red carpet invitations to fashion magazine interviews, from different requests to collaborate to numerous partnerships and sponsorships.All this happened in a week, after my fashion show, of course with the Vogue lady’s influence, my work was finally getting the recognition and publicity it deserved.But why does all this still feel so insignificant to me, like an empty void in my heart? “What should I tell the editor from the Times?” Angela asked, interrupting my thoughts and that was when she noticed for the past five minutes I had tuned her out and was not even listening to her go through my schedule. It was a Monday and that was our routine, “Alanna, are you even listening to me, you seem so distant, all through today, are you sick?” she asked with concern etched all over her face.I gave her a half smile and picked up the paper on my desk, “I am fine,” I simply responded, hoping she would buy it but knowing Angela, she woul