Todos os capítulos de No Longer Shadow Of My Sister: Divorcing The CEO: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Although the question lingers about why the future of those unrelated to them keeps changing, Travis ensures that nothing goes wrong this time. Like a vigilant CCTV, he keeps a watchful eye on his wife and the people interacting with her. The guests for the after-party begin arriving, their conversations filled with energy and excitement. Dawn, ever the gracious host, greets them all with her warm smile, engaging in lively chats. Travis, on the other hand, exchanges polite small talk when necessary, but he remains at a distance, carefully positioned to keep an unobstructed view of his wife. His protective instincts are heightened tonight, though he maintains an outwardly calm demeanor. As the evening progresses, all the guests have arrived—except for Mary and Danny. "Do you think they won’t come?" Dawn pulls Travis aside, her voice tinged with worry. She fidgets slightly, a sign of her eagerness to see her old friend. "Let me call them," Travis replies, pulling his phone fro

Dawn feels vindictive as she corners Jacklyn, who has suddenly turned hostile toward her. In her previous life, Jacklyn never attended this party, nor did she have a boyfriend. So why is she acting so aggressively now? It is clear she is up to something. Her sudden accusation is absurd—too deliberate to be a coincidence. Dawn might have been soft, meek, and unbothered in her previous life, but not anymore. Now, she holds her breath at every unexpected turn, refusing to let anything slip by unnoticed. Right now, everyone’s attention is on Jacklyn, their gazes sharp with disappointment. Mr. Ericson, a man who rarely loses his temper, inhales deeply before shifting his focus to a nearby servant. “Take Mr. Taylor to the guest room,” he orders, sparing Taylor a glance before turning to Jacklyn. His eyes darken. “Jacklyn. In my study.” His voice is thunderous, cold as ice, sending a shiver down Jacklyn’s spine. She flinches, her lips parting as if to protest, but she quickly shuts

Travis glances at his sleeping wife, his gaze softening as he takes in her peaceful features. Leaning down, he presses the gentlest kiss to her forehead, his lips barely brushing against her warm skin. A quiet sigh escapes him as he straightens, his movements careful, ensuring he doesn’t wake her. Without another sound, he turns and slips out of the room, closing the door with a soft click. The hallway is dimly lit, shadows stretching along the walls as the night settles over the house. As he moves toward the lobby, his footsteps are measured, his mind already consumed by the weight of his thoughts. He reaches the wooden rocking chair near the window and lowers himself into it, placing his laptop on his lap. The glow from the screen illuminates his face, casting sharp angles as his fingers move over the keyboard with quiet precision. With each passing moment, his expression hardens, his focus narrowing as he clicks through files and documents. The air around him grows heavier, thi

Death is a cruel truth that everyone tries not to remember. As time goes by, death creeps closer, an unavoidable fate lurking in the shadows.Danny's life hangs by the few wires connecting him to the machines in a private hospital. His once-handsome face has turned pale, as if someone has applied a lighter shade of foundation over his skin. The beeping of the monitor is steady but weak, a fragile tether between him and the world of the living.The sound of heavy footsteps echoes in the sterile room as a nurse walks in, her hands gripping a few syringes and a vial of blue liquid. Her expression is stiff, her every movement reluctant, as if she has been forced into this moment against her will."Just inject it and leave without making a noise."The command crackles through her earpiece, making her stiffen. She hesitates, her gaze darting toward the wall clock hanging above Danny's head. The second hand ticks forward, a cruel reminder that time waits for no one.Swallowing hard, she grip

Henry’s eyes flutter open with a subtle grunt as the phone rings. Beside him, Mary remains asleep, curled beneath the blanket, her breathing soft and steady. Pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder, he stretches an arm toward the nightstand, reaching for the phone. "What’s the time—!?" His brows knit together the moment he sees the caller’s name. His breath catches, and his grip on the device tightens. "Im—Impossible!" he mutters under his breath, throwing the blanket off his legs in one swift motion. His gaze lingers on Mary, a flicker of hesitation and guilt clouding his blue eyes. But the name on the screen—it’s more than just a person to him. It’s a ghost from the past, one he had long believed to be buried. Moving with silent urgency, he slips out of bed and enters his study. Locking the door behind him, he settles before his desk, his fingers trembling slightly. With a press of a button, the monitor flickers to life, revealing the hidden camera feed of the bedroom. His eyes