บททั้งหมดของ Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Fiona’s POVThe door slammed behind us, the sound echoing through the empty house. Daniel's hands were on me instantly, rough and demanding. His mouth crashed mine, tasting of whiskey and barely contained rage. I knew this mood - he needed an outlet, and I was more than willing to provide it."Fuck, Fiona," he growled, pushing me against the wall. His hand sliding up my thigh, bunching my dress around my waist. "I need you. Now."I moaned as his fingers found my aching pussy, already wet and wanting. "Then take me," I challenged, nipping at his lower lip.Daniel didn't need to be told twice. In one fluid motion, he lifted me, as I grabbed his strong arms for support, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt his cock, hard and ready, pressing against me. With a grunt, he thrust inside, filling me completely, and instant."God, yes," I screamed, my head falling back against the wall. Daniel set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me higher. The picture frames rattled fiercely with th

Maya's POVWhite light stabbed my eyes as consciousness slowly returned. The antiseptic smell hit me first, then the steady beep of machines. A hospital. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, every thought sluggish and heavy. An IV line snaked from my arm, the clear liquid dripping steadily. My tongue felt like sandpaper."Hey there." Alex's voice, soft and warm. "Take it easy."I blinked, trying to focus. He sat beside my bed, his usually immaculate suit slightly rumpled, tie loosened. Despite my fuzzy brain, I noticed the concern etched in the lines around his eyes. A folded newspaper lay abandoned on his lap, as if he'd been there a while."What happened?" My voice came out raspy, my throat raw. The words tasted like metal in my mouth."The driver found you unconscious." Alex leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "Lucky timing, really. I'd been having wine with your grandfather at the old house, and he insisted his driver take me back to the city. Thomas had to drop some

Maya's POVI sat in Olivia's pristine office, my fingers tracing the edge of her mahogany desk. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, catching on the fresh flowers she always kept. Everything about the space spoke of new beginnings – so different from the suffocating opulence of my prison."He locked you up and you fainted?" Olivia's voice was tight with controlled anger. Her normally perfect composure cracked as she paced behind her desk. "Maya, this is beyond divorce territory. We could press charges.""No charges," I said firmly, watching her heels click against the hardwood. "I just want out."She paused her pacing, pulled open her drawer, and withdrew a thick manila envelope. The weight of it felt significant as she placed it in my hands. "Final version. I've triple-checked everything."My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it. Fiona's smirking confession about the food flashed through my mind, followed by the metallic taste in my mouth, the world going black. Ever

"Mr. Thorne." Sophie's voice went high, desperate. "I... I wasn't..."But he was looking at me, his expression impossible to read. The air felt thick with everything we weren't saying.Alex's hand barely brushed my elbow as he guided me away from Sophie's crumbling composure. The touch was light, professional, but electricity sparked through my sleeve."I believe we're done here," he said, his voice carrying that same quiet authority I remembered from breakfast. The memory of his knowing smile made my cheeks warm.The elevator doors closed on Sophie's stunned face. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, my portfolio clutched against my chest like a shield.“Thank you.” I tried to speak in a steady voice, masking any hint of emotion, but deep down, I couldn’t help wondering why he always seemed to catch me at my most vulnerable moments."There's a place around the corner," Alex said as we descended. "Best mushroom risotto in the city."It wasn't really a question. But then

Maya's POVThe silk blouse draped over my ironing board like water. Steam rose in delicate curls as I pressed each seam, remembering the way Janet had smiled during the interview. Tomorrow. My first real day of work in years."You'll wear out the fabric if you keep at it."I jumped at Grandfather's voice. He stood in the doorway of my room, watching me with fond exasperation."I want to look perfect," I admitted, smoothing the fabric one last time."Ah yes, your new job." He settled into the armchair by the window. "Though you didn't mention it was Alex's company at breakfast."Heat crept up my neck. "I didn't want you to think...""That he gave you special treatment?" Grandfather's eyes twinkled. "Maya, my dear, I've known you since you were born. You've never taken the easy path.""Daniel..." I hesitated, the iron hovering over silk. "He didn't want me to work.""And now?"The divorce papers flashed through my mind. I couldn't tell him. Not yet. "Now I'm free to try."Grandfather was