บททั้งหมดของ EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

THIRD PERSON’S POV“Don’t come in!” He roared almost immediately and covered her exposed skin with his frame while turning towards the door.Isabella’s heart was beating so fast as she struggled to glue back the torn dress magically. Embarrassment reddened her cheeks like crayons.The door halted, and then the clock clicked by, and nothing happened. But the mood had gone still, or so she thought until he turned around and carried her in his arms, close to his chest.“Where are you taking me?” She half yelled, hitting him gently in the chest.“To our room, Love.” He responded smugly.“But whores don’t use…”“Rooms.” He completed. “Yea, yea. But my whore does. Can't let anyone have a look at what I own.”Warmth spread through her, and she let her arms fall to her side. He was still as possessive as always, and she let him carry her through the hallway and then into the room. He placed her gently on the bed, his eyes moving over her lustfully.“Tell me, how do you desire to be fucked, my

ALARIC’S POV“The building collapsed. You need to be here.” The words of Alex, one of my men, rang in my head as I swerved the car in ways that I usually wouldn't.My heart was racing so fast that I could hear my blood rushing to my ears. The project of Mr. Bunny and Mr Sands had failed. How? I had carefully checked the materials myself. I confirmed them before the work commenced. I had visited the site until four days ago when I had to stay back for my mother. Because I knew my men were more than capable of handling it.Or so I thought.I barely parked well before getting out of the car and storming towards the scene, and in that second, I froze, my jaw clenched, and my breath stuck somewhere in my chest.I could hear the faint sound of groaning, with some workers crouching near the fallen structure. Their clothes were covered in sand, and some had bruises. Their safety helmets were on the floor. The paramedics were around now, helping one of them into the back of the ambulance, hi

ALARIC’S POVI could barely sleep a wink at night because the dead man’s face kept appearing in my dreams. He was just a victim of circumstance, caught in a crossfire that was meant to punish me, so indirectly, I was responsible for his death. Laying still in bed, I was staring at the ceiling as I thought of my now bleak future when I heard a knock on the door. My company, which was supposed to be on the rise, was about to have the biggest downfall even before it got anywhere. I knew deep down that father and his new family had to be somewhere celebrating and enjoying how this was going.If only I could find something pointing their connection to this.“Master.” I heard Yven say, and I got off the bed, ensuring to confirm that my woman wasn't awake yet.She looked so peaceful and had held me throughout the night without asking any questions; it was as though she could read my mood.I pulled the door open, obviously irritated.“What?” He was in his early twenties and had a rare face

THIRD PERSON’S POV“You can't do that,” Bianca yelled as her legs swiftly made their way to him. Her fingers remained clutched around his as she tried pulling him away. “You can't just show up here to arrest my son without a reason!”The policemen looked at one another. What the family didn’t know was that Alaric had been on their radar for a while now, and the other day, when they had met, it had taken the policemen every ounce of self-control not to cuff him and turn him in so they would win the reward on his head.With that magnitude of money, they wouldn’t have to remain strapped in this tight uniform of theirs or sweat their asses off for peanuts. They would have their lives set forever and live with any girl of their choice. Before they had both discovered what they had in common, they weren’t friends and barely even spoke to one another. But when you have a common enemy, friendship develops.Only each of them had their dark plans set in place. They each vowed to kill the other

THIRD PERSON’S POV“We can't miss this. It’s the grand opening we need.” Mirabella said to Mr Wolfe as a smirk played on her lips. Her eyes were glued to the invitation card, and she wrapped her fingers around them.Just what Mirabella knew, she needed to announce her place to the world: the only woman by his side, the one and only Mrs Wolfe. After this, her son will never be referred to as a bastard, nor will her dignity be questioned.THE BUSINESS ENTREE INVITES MR WOLFE AND FAMILY TO GRACE OUR 12TH ANNIVERSARY.Her husband nodded, sipping on his glass of wine, when Valeria walked up behind them on the couch.“What is that?” She let out, stretching her hand to snatch it, and then ran her eyes over it. “This looks expensive.” The material of the letter and the exquisite name choice made it look like a grand event, and the frown on her husband-to-be’s mother proved that.“Give that back. You are not attending.” Mirabella yelled, then stood up to snatch it back, but Valeria put some d