Semua Bab Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Troy"I'm hungry."I looked at Fiona sprawled across my couch, hair a mess, makeup smudged, dress wrinkled beyond salvation. The Kingston heiress reduced to this—a drunk, disheveled mess in my living room."Of course you are," I said, not bothering to hide my irritation.She stared at me with those unfocused eyes, waiting for me to solve this problem like I'd solved all her others tonight. Saving her from Jackson. Getting her out of the club. Bringing her somewhere safe. Now I was supposed to feed her too."Can you even stand?" I asked.She pushed herself up, swaying slightly but managing to stay upright. "See? Fine.""Congratulations. You've mastered

TroyOutside, the temperature had dropped further. Fiona immediately wrapped her arms around herself, shivering."Two blocks that way," I said, pointing.She took three steps, wobbling on her heels, before stopping. "I can't. My feet are killing me.""Are you serious right now?""These shoes weren't made for walking, Troy. They were made for standing around looking pretty at parties where everything you need is brought to you on silver trays."I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or just brutally honest. Either way, it was probably the most self-aware thing she'd said all night."Fine. Take them off and I'll carry you again."

Maya"Will you be using the file against Robert?" Vincent's question followed me all the way to Russo Designs, echoing in my head like a song I couldn't shake.The question followed me through the elevator ride to the thirty-second floor. It followed me past the reception desk where the receptionist still gave me that same barely concealed hostility she'd perfected over the years. It followed me down the hallway to Giuseppe's office, which I guess was technically my office now, though I still couldn't bring myself to sit in his chair.Would I use it? The flash drive felt heavy in my purse, like it was made of lead instead of plastic and silicon. All that evidence.I'd arrived early, maybe thirty minutes before the meeting was supposed to start. Partly because I wanted time to prepare, but mos

MayaFiona was dead.The words echoed in my head like they were bouncing around in an empty room. Fiona. Dead. Two words that should have meant something, should have triggered some kind of response. Grief. Shock. Relief, maybe, given how much hell she'd put me through.But there was nothing. Just this strange, detached observation, like Olivia had told me the weather forecast.Everything had gone completely silent. I could see Olivia's mouth moving, see Vincent's concerned expression, but it was like someone had hit the mute button on the world. Their voices reached me from very far away, muffled and distorted.I couldn't cry for the bitch. That was the first clear thought that cut through the static in my brain. Fiona had tried to destroy my mar

Troy I woke up with my neck screaming at me, twisted at an angle that chairs weren't designed for. The book I'd been reading was on the floor beside me, pages bent where it had fallen. Sunlight was streaming through the windows at all the wrong angles, and my first coherent thought was fuck, what time is it? The digital clock on the side table read 7:12 AM. Shit. Fiona had asked me to get her home by six. Six-thirty at the latest. I'd fallen asleep in the chair like some kind of amateur babysitter, and now she was going to wake up pissed and probably hungover, demanding I drive her across town in rush hour traffic. "Fiona," I called out, stretching the kinks out of my back. "Hey, Princess. We overslept." She didn't move. She was still curled up on the couch exactly how I'd left her, the blanket tucked around her shoulders, one arm hanging off the edge. Her hair was spread across the pillow, dark against the fabric. She looked peaceful, which was probably the first time I'd seen F