All Chapters of No Longer Shadow Of My Sister: Divorcing The CEO: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

"What do you think you were thinking when you proposed such a ridiculous idea?" Pulling Danny aside, Dawn asks, her voice low but sharp like a blade. Her eyes scan the hallway cautiously, making sure no one overhears them. Her brows are furrowed, and her lips press into a tight, disbelieving line.Danny rubs the back of his neck, his gaze shifting downward as shame and confusion cloud his features. His lips part slightly, trying to form a response, but the words falter. "I just...!"Dawn cuts him off with a glare that could burn holes through steel. "You rejected her. Have you considered how she will feel when she sees you with some random hookups? Bruh! She is in love with you. Not some silly crush!" Her voice trembles slightly with frustration as she throws her hands up.Danny’s eyes widen. The words hit him like cold water. He knew she was in love with him—deep down, he always knew. But he just thought it would be safer this way, that if she stayed close, she wouldn’t have to face

Danny bolts into the hallway, heart pounding."Tiara, wait!"His voice echoes off the walls, but she doesn’t pause. Her figure is stiff, her arms wrapped around herself like a barrier, her steps quick and precise. The elevator is already arriving. She steps in without looking back.He rushes in just as the doors start to close.The small space swallows them in silence. Neither speaks. The hum of the elevator is the only sound between them.She stares straight ahead, eyes dull. Her lips press into a hard line, her breathing shallow but composed. Her hands, though, tremble slightly—fingers curled into the fabric of her coat."I didn’t expect you to say that in front of your brother," Danny says, voice quiet and even.His tone carries no accusation, only a trace of confusion, maybe guilt."Neither did I," she replies, voice brittle. "It wasn’t calculated. It just slipped out. Like a stupid truth I couldn’t hold in anymore."He exhales, looking at the floor. His hands are in his pockets,

Dawn stands outside the company building, in the vast parking lot, one hand on the door of her SUV. Her eyes flick briefly to the ground. There’s nothing there, yet a soft smile appears on her face. Because she knows—her man is up there. She can’t see him from here, but she can feel his presence like a constant shadow watching over her.She opens the car door, ready to get in, when a sharp voice slices through the afternoon air.“What’s the relationship between you and the CEO of Ericson?”She turns slowly, her face calm but her heart reacting too fast. Standing there is a woman dressed in the finest designer wear, her posture rigid, arms folded, lips curled in a smug line. Her voice drips bitterness.At first, Dawn narrows her eyes, unsure, confusion clouding her features. Then it hits her, sudden and unkind. She knows that face. She knows that voice.Leonora Garner.The woman who once gave birth to her. The woman who left her.Dawn doesn’t flinch. She simply places the lunchbox on t

The next morning, the campus air hums with the usual chatter of students heading to their classes. Danny pulls his car into the lot, the weight of his bag pressing into his shoulder as he steps out. His hair is messy, the kind of messy that comes from a long night buried in equations and scattered notes rather than sleep. He exhales, adjusting his bag, when his eyes catch a familiar figure across the courtyard. Tiara. She is standing with a small group of students, the early light slipping across her features. She gestures animatedly while explaining something, her voice soft but firm enough to draw the attention of the boy standing close to her. David. His eyes stay on her, not on her words, but on her as though she is something he has just discovered and can’t look away from. Danny stops in his tracks. His first instinct is to turn around, to take another gate and avoid the scene altogether. Yet his chest tightens. A sharp pang cuts through the calm he tries to wear. The boy’s ex

Tiara barely enters the house after opening the door with shaky hands. She is well aware of the situation. Whenever she tries to stay away from her house longer than usual, she feels fatigued and catches cold and flu. It's not usual.However, what's unusual is that she doesn't have anyone by her side. Neither her parents, brothers, nor sister-in-law who usually gives her attention instantly.She chuckles as she lays on the couch, resting her arm on her burning forehead, "I feel like a spoiled princess!"She can't help but feel homesick. She is determined to get free from that attachment to her family. Ever since she went through the trauma a decade ago, she can't live alone in the house. She hates darkness, and on top of that, she hates feeling the dilemma.She grabs the cushion and presses it on her forehead. "Who knew that living alone would be that hard?"Curling into a ball, Tiara decides to fall asleep as soon as possible. But with a fever, it is just a little wishful thinking.W