Semua Bab After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé : Bab 31 - Bab 40

AMANIOur financial situation has been horrible for the past few days. I can barely keep up with my rent and I have to save up just to afford food everyday.Why am I saying this?I’ve been so broke that I wasn’t able to afford a proper headstone for my son’s grave. I already planned to have a beautiful headstone installed for him next month when I had enough money. Right now, I stare at that same grave that was just a heap of sand the day before, my mouth half open in shock.“Who did this?” I whisper in disbelief.It’s beautiful.Someone built a tombstone for my son overnight. It’s in the shape of his favourite cartoon character, Lightning Macqueen. Yes, the tomb is shaped like a toy car. It even has headlights, and there’s a small rectangular opening in the middle for his casket.I’ve never seen anything like it in my entire life.When my shock finally abates, I cannot help the smile of pure happiness that curves my lips. I'm sure Little Dave is probably giggling and clapping his ha

AMANIAunt Ophelia hurriedly wipes her eyes and forces a smile;“It’s nothing, sweetie. Just something in my eyes.”I know she’s lying, and I want to ask again. Then it occurs to me that she might not actually feel comfortable talking about her problem when Bhyron and Jay are in the room. So I turn to him and lift my chin;“Uh… thanks for dropping me off. You can leave now.”His jaw is set at a stubborn angle and I know he wants to argue with me. So I add; “just leave, Bhyron. I’ll give you a call later.”His jaw eases. Then he leans forward and growls very, very softly; “I’m looking forward to that call. If I don’t see it by midnight, I’ll come to you in person to find out why.”On a normal day, I’d brush off his threat. But after getting to know the new Bhyron, I’ve realized that this man is capable of anything. And he’s unpredictable as hell. So I just nod.“Of course.”He opens his mouth to say something else but closes it a second later and stalks out of the room without looking

AMANIZuri Bentham is someone you would call a wild woman. I’ve never met a more beautiful combination of nerd and total slut in my entire life.I met her in the second week of college. I mistakenly drove my bicycle into her ex-boyfriend, Scott, and the next day, a strange number called me, thanking me profusely for causing harm to the “bat-eyed dork” and asking if I wanted ice cream for compensation.Yes, I was shocked as hell. Thankfully, her ex did not press charges. Weirdly, she kept calling and kept offering to take me on a date. At one point, I thought she was a psycho homosexual who was addicted to the sound of my voice or something.Finally, one sunny afternoon, when I had nothing going on with my life and therefore no excuses, I finally agreed to go out with her.I was not expecting a voluptuous, doe-eyed young lady with a head full of long blue hair and a mouth sharper than a brand new razor. It was love at first sight. Ever since that day, we’ve been inseparable.Zuri is

BHYRONSage and Spencer Sullivan are my biological cousins from my mother’s side. Seeing that I hate my mother’s guts, I grew to dislike every single member of her family, too. Well, most of them. I don’t hate my grandmother and Uncle Scott.Why do I hate them? The Sullivan twins have been in a silent competition with me for as long as I can remember. Both brothers are always watching my every step and copying my business moves ninety percent of the time.When I decided to go into construction, Sullivan Technology went into construction. When I expanded to pharmaceuticals, they followed suit. Same with fashion and design. The Sullivan brothers have succeeded in stepping on my toes for the past ten years, and I’ve always ignored them. But not anymore. Not today. Especially not when they’re in there with my woman.Sage and Spencer know about Amani. They know our story. I can only imagine the evil they might want to perpetrate against me, using her. I step forward and the guard draws

AMANITHE NEXT DAYIf I give my best friend one more call and she doesn’t respond, girls and boys, I’m calling the police.Last night was hectic. After trying hard to convince Bhyron to let me go home alone, he still stuffed me into one of his cars with Jay and made sure that after dropping me off, that poor man stayed outside my house on guard duty until the crack of dawn.I went downstairs by three AM to offer him a compensatory glass of cheap wine and convince him to go home. I even swore on my mother’s pretty grave that I wouldn’t tell on him. Not only did that cold-eyed man reject my precious wine, he also refused to go home. I gave up and tried to go to bed, but Bhyron’s subtle threats and my worry for Zuri kept me up all night.I tried calling her and Duke’s phone numbers over and over again. It just went straight to voicemail.Now, it’s almost twelve noon and I’m over here, nearly going out of my mind with worry and wondering if I can find Duke’s office address on the interne