Semua Bab Divorced My Husband, Married My Bully : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Seraphina ‘Zoey Scott’, Ever since I figured out that she was the woman that Rowan loved, I couldn't get her out of my mind, and it was safe to say that she now lived rent-free in my head.Why didn't I know when they dated?Why did it occur to me that I never knew anything about Rowan? How was I supposed to know anything about him when the only thing he did was bully me all the time? All of a sudden, my cousins, Ava, Kira, and Karina's voices overshadowed that of the Pilates instructor and at that moment, a frustrated groan left my mouth. The feeling of regret slowly sipped through my heart because why would Grandpa put me in charge of their inheritance?Since the last time they came to my office, I hadn't seen them for a while and I was starting to be glad until they showed up at my Pilates class, and they also had a membership. They wouldn't just leave me alone and give me the peace that I sought.As soon as the Pilates class was over, my plan to ignore my cousins failed because,

Lucia The rhythm of the music pulsed through my chest, my arms stretching above my head while rolling my hips to the beat of the song. However, at that moment, there was this shift in the tension of the room that made my eyes flutter open. Everyone had their eyes fixed on me, but there was something about the pair of eyes that I could feel on my face. Something was entirely different about it, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Scoping the entire club with my eyes, my gaze shifted around, and I was about to settle with the fact that I was being paranoid when goosebumps spilled over me as soon as I locked eyes with someone that never in my wildest imagination would I have ever imagined that he would be here. Rowan Whitmore. My heart lurched forward, my legs wobbling, almost giving away and at that moment, the music that I wanted to drown in became nothing but mere noise in my ears. When his eyes dragged away from mine, my heart sank into my stomach and the only words that kept o

Seraphina’s P.O.VI could barely sleep a wink last night as his big arms encircled me while my mind reeled from everything that had happened last night. The fact that he came to my wedding and all of that. And as if that wasn't the worst part, why did it feel like we were both cheating on Zoey’s Scott? Rowan and I were the ones who were married. Why did I feel a sense of obligation to her and most importantly, why does he have my pictures? Why does he confuse me in this way? What in the world was happening right now? Was he drunk last night, was that why he mentioned that he wanted me in his bed? Did Zoey Scott turn down his advances…Now I know why he said that he could smell me. He said that because when he stared into my eyes, he thought that I was her. That had to be it. Because all the other thoughts that coursed through my mind right now made no sense. Slowly, his hands loosened around me and relief flooded through me as I shifted from the bed slightly, trying not to wake h

Mason’s P.O.VA disgruntled groan escaped me, sitting on the balcony while taking a sip of my Vieux Carrè, gripping the tablet with my other hand as my eyes breezed over the report that the man I had assigned to search for Romeo sent. The more my gaze lingered on the screen, the more my brows pulled together in confusion as anger warmed its way through my heart. What did the report mean by he couldn't be found and there was a high chance that he had left the country? The mere thought of never fulfilling my lifelong dream of making him pay for daring to blackmail my wife burned hotter than any wound ever could.“How do I find this man? Where do I find this man?” I muttered to myself, taking another sip of my drink while tossing the tablet on the desk. I heaved an exasperated sigh, squeezing my eyes shut and when my eyes fluttered open, I caught sight of Lucia looking so pale through the sharp corners of my eyes. Inside the room, Lucia sat on the couch, gripping the remote while st

Seraphina’s P.O.VI stared blankly at Zoey, resisting the urge to speak harshly with her, even though the only thing I wanted to do at that moment was lash out at her. She beamed with a smile, squeezing my hands gently. “I wish I was as lucky as you are…” She chuckled. My brows knitted together in a slight frown as I pulled my hands away from hers. Forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, I shifted the conversation, desperate to steer it away before she could pile on more of that lucky me nonsense. There is a high chance that I could snap totally and that was the last thing I wanted. She wasn’t worth it. I whisked another glass of champagne off the tray of the passing waiter while handing it over to her. “You should have this”She smiled, her cheeks flushing pink, and there was this genuine look in her eyes that kind of took me aback. Did she mean what she said? Slowly, it soon hit me that she was an actress and every display of sweetness from her was nothing but an act. Z