Semua Bab After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé : Bab 101 - Bab 110

BHYRON It’s a miracle that I’m able to arrive at the Hope Fortess completely unhurt. Adrenaline shoots through my veins like a violent missile as I haphazardly park my car right in front of the building and jump out, leaving my door open and the engine still running. The valet will take care of it. I look up, my eyes flying straight to the window of my suite. Although there’s a sliver of tension in the air, there’s no visible fire or smoke, meaning everything is under control. But the sight of residents milling outside in their robes and the looks of worry on their faces ignites the flame of worry in my chest. I survey the grounds in search of Amani but she’s nowhere to be seen. I hurry through the reception with the speed of light. All that runs through my mind is how to get my wife to safety. Nothing must happen to her. She must be safe. She must be unhurt. “Sir!” The receptionist’s voice stops me in my tracks. I turn to her, my heart pounding with a wild frenzy; “Yes, Kaka?”

AMANI I’m still staring at the portrait in absolute shock, trying to wrap my head around the madness that’s going on right now. I’m so focused that I didn't notice that Bhyron had taken off the buttons on my shirt. A gasp of utter surprise slips past my lips when I feel his tongue lave against my left nipple. My eyes snap downwards but it’s already too late. Bhyron has my left nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger, and he’s currently sucking on my right nipple like a savage, starving man. I open my mouth to scream at him, I try to push him away, but my traitorous body betrays me once again. I end up throwing my head back on a strangled moan as he moves from the left left nipple to the right. He takes the sensitive peaks between his teeth and my sex clenches in response. I bite down on my lips, struggling to keep my moan of pleasure hidden. But at the rate they Bhyron’s going, I might never succeed. “Bhyron, you h-haven’t answered my question.” I stutter. “How did you

The previous chapter has been corrected. Please read it before proceeding with this one***AMANII swear to the fictional moon goddess in Zuri’s romance novels that it would’ve hurt less if Bhyron had just belted me across the face with a spatula. I can feel my heart slowly become cold and stiff when he walks out of the room without looking back.“I won’t be back tonight. Or tomorrow night. Don’t bother waiting up.” Then he’s gone.I’m fully naked, my body is still warm and throbbing after he literally fucked me raw and he has the effrontery to mention that bitch’s name?I shut my eyes and grab fistfuls of the soft, Egyptian blankets while struggling to regulate my emotions. First, an overwhelming sense of shame and regret settles on my shoulders as memories of how I screamed and encouraged Bhyron to fuck me harder invade my jumbled mind.Next, is exhaustion. And it's closely followed by anger. Raw, fiery anger blasts through my veins, momentarily shattering every other weak emotion

AMANIThe grand entrance to La Mariée is heavily guarded just like I expected, and unfortunately, I do not have a solid plan on how I intend to get in.I survey my surroundings, taking in the new addition to security with a rapidly pounding heartbeat. The first night I came here, the only form of security was the doorman and two armed guards. Today, I can count at least fifteen armed guards all with similar dark scowls on their faces as they patrol the grounds.Shit! What to do? What to do?My planning skills only ended at how to escape The Hope Fortress. I left everything else to my guardian angels and they don’t seem to be of much help at the moment.I take a deep breath, about to try my luck when my phone rings. The sound alerts one of the guards and he turns, pinning me in place with fiery green eyes. My heart nearly stops beating.I retrieve my screaming phone from my pocket with shaky fingers and answer the call once I see Zuri’s name flashing across the screen.“Zuri…”“Girl, t

AMANII fell in love with Bhyron when I barely knew what love meant. But that turned out to be the worst mistake of my entire life because all he’s ever done is hurt me. Six years ago, he shattered my heart to pieces. Today, he pounded those broken, bloody pieces with a sledge hammer, crushing me to dust. There’s no similarity between the ice cold monster who spoke about hurting me without remorse in that office like I meant nothing and the young man who assured me that he could die for me when I was just nineteen.The old Bhyron loved me. He adored me.The old Bhyron made sure a teacher who almost sexually assaulted me in high school got beaten up beyond recognition.The old Bhyron threatened to sue the police force and the school if the teacher was not arrested. The old Bhyron walked hours in the rain to check on me after his father took his car away and I unexpectedly fell sick at midnight.The old Bhyron was young, but he would’ve killed anyone who dared to even look at me wron