Semua Bab My Ex-Husband is Out of Control: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Elijah’s POVWalking into Raven Media with Sophia, I felt very determined to find out more. And yet, I couldn’t shake off the unease within me. The lobby was bustling, with people rushing about, clutching papers and talking into headsets. I kept my focus on the task at hand: finding out more about Henry Stanford.We made our way to Kayla's office, the anticipation building with each step. Inside, Kayla was chatting casually with a beautiful teenage girl who bore a striking resemblance to Morgana. My eyes narrowed, feeling a twinge of awkwardness. But I quickly set those feelings aside, reminding myself that this investigation was crucial. All potential leads were important.“Elijah, Sophia, this is Lila,” Kayla said, gesturing to the girl.Lila's gaze lingered on me, and I sensed a flicker of recognition. But she didn’t say anything except a polite "Hello" to both of us.“Hi, Lila,” I responded, keeping my tone friendly and professional.Kayla cleared her throat. “Lila, could you sha

Sophia’s POVI leaned back in my chair, tapping the end of my pen against my lips, deep in thought. The soft afternoon light streamed through the large windows, illuminating the studio with a warm glow that spread over the scattered sketches and mood boards on the table.Kayla sat across from me, her eyes glued to her tablet as she scrolled through various fashion inspirations. “Lila's new single is going to be a hit, no doubt about that,” she said, not looking up. “But we need her look to match her sound. Something that screams Lila.”“Agreed,” I nodded, flipping through a stack of sketches we had accumulated over the past few weeks. “Her voice is so unique—sassy, quirky, with that hint of sexiness. And even her personality suits it! We need to capture that in her image.”Kayla glanced up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “What if we go for a mix of retro and modern? Like, think 70s glam rock meets contemporary street style. Bold patterns, metallic fabrics, but with a twist.”I ra

Sophia’s POVThe night was alive with energy as I stepped into the upscale club for Lila’s official debut. The venue was drenched in a sea of shimmering lights and deep purple hues, perfectly embodying Lila's glam, sexy, and sassy persona. “Wow, so cool,” I whispered with a thrill as I scanned the place. The walls had been decorated with silver and gold streamers that caught the light in mesmerizing patterns, while the dance floor pulsed with a beat that made you want to move. It was a perfect blend of high-end elegance and edgy chic, just like Lila herself.Kayla and I stood near the stage, swaying with the music and feeling charged with exuberance. Lila was a vision in a stunning sequined dress that glistened with every move she made. Her performance was electric, and the crowd was eating up every second of it. I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride as I glanced at Kayla. Her face was lit up with the same excitement I felt. The stage setup was flawless—bright, bold, and complet

Elijah’s POVThe morning after the launch party, I stood in the middle of a hectic conference room, teeming with various conversations and the flashing lights of cameras. Media personnel and industry professionals had come together for Lila’s press conference.As I waited for it to start, my mind wandered back to last night. Morgana had been insistent on confronting Lila and her dad, who had both apparently turned their backs on her already. It was a good thing Sophia and I were able to stop her in time and force her to head out and not cause any trouble — for her daughter’s sake. After that, we went over to talk to Lila’s father in order to gather some information about Henry. But then, he seemed to have vanished without a trace. Lila told us he had to leave early and handed over his contact number, promising we could set up a meeting before he returned to France. Now, as I glanced around the room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that time was slipping through our fingers. What if Hen

Julia’s POVThe metal bars felt colder today, or maybe it was just my imagination. The days had blurred into an endless cycle of waiting and hoping, but today was different. My lawyer had stopped visiting me. The realization struck me like a sledgehammer, and my heart ached with the weight of it.I gripped the rough edges of my cot, trying hard not to fall apart completely. Why had he abandoned me? What had changed? My mind churned with possibilities, none of them comforting.It was during one of these spirals that the police officer walked by, his keys jangling at his belt. I called out to him, my voice trembling. “Officer, do you know why my lawyer hasn’t come to see me?”He stopped, his expression indifferent. “Your parents probably stopped paying him. The government might just assign you a new lawyer.”His words cut through me like a knife. My parents had abandoned me too? The people who were supposed to stand by me, to fight for me, had given up. I felt a surge of anger and betra