Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Evelyn read over it with satisfaction.“It sounds cold,” Sarah commented. “Are you sure he’ll believe she’d say something like this?”Evelyn smiled. “That’s the point. It’s just believable enough to hurt him. He won’t question it at first. He’ll be too blindsided. She’s been his calm in the chaos. This will shatter that image.”Sarah giggled, pure venom in the sound. “He’ll hate her. And then you can finally fix everything and bring him back home, to me.”Evelyn folded the new letter neatly and placed it back on the pillow where the original had been. She took Vera’s original note and tucked it into her handbag with care.“Insurance,” she said coolly.Then she looked around one last time. The apartment was exactly how Vera left it, her mug still drying by the sink, her hoodie gone from the couch. Only the false letter now waited in silence, a quiet weapon posed to pierce Asher’s heart the moment he walked through that door.“Let’s go,” Evelyn said.Sarah followed, already picturing th

After leaving the terminal without another word, Asher got back into the car, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. Damien tried to speak through the comms, but Asher switched his phone off.He couldn’t hear anyone.Back at the penthouse, he went straight to the bar, poured himself a drink, and sat down in the dim light with that damned letter in his hands again.He reread it.Asher stared at the letter, the dim glow from the bar lamp casting long, jagged shadows across his face. The words bled into one another like poison, taunting him with every line."Thank you for everything. I got what I needed."The same line repeated over and over in his mind like a sick mantra. His grip on the paper tightened until it crumpled in his palm.He had left Singapore early. Cut off meetings. Ignored Everett’s suggestions to extend his stay. For what? To come home to this?To find out she had walked out of his life the second he turned his back? No goodbye. No honesty. Just a note like he was nothing.

After that letter, he hadn’t given her the benefit of the doubt. He hadn’t asked questions. He hadn’t searched for the real reason.No, he had reacted.Swift. Brutal. Final.He’d made a call to his legal team. Then to a few influential names in the tech industry.No one bearing the Sinclair name was to be associated with any Donovan partner brand.He didn’t blacklist her outright.He didn’t have to.A word here. A name there. Subtle, but enough.Enough for people to know that Vera Sinclair was not someone you wanted on your team, not if you wanted the Donovan Group’s good graces.It was overkill. It was cruel. But Asher believed he was protecting himself from a woman who had used him, lied to him, mocked him.And Vera?She had no idea.No idea that her once lover had turned into the hand pulling every opportunity out from under her feet.No idea that the man who once held her like she was the only thing that mattered now viewed her as a betrayal so deep, it eclipsed everything else.S

Elena rested her head back against the pillows and looked up at the crystal chandelier overhead.Her hand trembled slightly, but her will was as iron clad as ever.“They came into my home, Eliza,” she murmured. “Richard and Evelyn Donovan. Those two snakes came into my home and told me my daughter wasn’t worthy of theirs.”Eliza’s jaw tightened. She hadn’t told Elena everything, but enough to ignite the flame. How Vera had left, how she hadn’t answered calls since. How she’d seemed shattered after that visit.“And Sarah Langford was with them,” Elena added with a grimace. “That little porcelain viper. I’ve watched girls like her ruin kingdoms under the guise of social etiquette.”She turned slowly, her piercing eyes meeting Eliza’s.“They want to destroy Vera. And they think she has no power. No name. No weapon to wield.” Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “But they’ve forgotten one thing.”“What’s that?”“She’s my daughter.”Eliza nodded solemnly.Elena’s hand reached out and

Once seated, Fontaine didn’t waste time.“I’ve reviewed your portfolio. Your work in animation and game mechanics is impressive. Raw, but bold. You have a unique signature, an edge most designers spend years trying to find.”Vera blinked. “I… I appreciate that. I didn’t think anyone even saw my submissions. I’ve been...”“Shut out,” he finished, not unkindly. “Yes, I know. Donovan has reach. And when a man like him feels betrayed, people follow his shadow.”Her fingers tightened slightly on her lap.Fontaine leaned forward, folding his hands. “But I don’t work in shadows. I make moves that set the stage. I want to invest in your vision. Your studio. Your talent.”Vera’s breath caught.He continued. “I’ve already prepared an offer. Complete funding for your studio, including workspace, equipment, hiring rights, marketing, everything. You retain 60% equity. I take 40% only for market leverage and protection. You’ll have full creative control. I believe you’re capable of building a brand