บททั้งหมดของ THE EX - WIFE'S RECKONING : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

“Damian, you should know better that your father’s biggest dream and dying wish is to mark his firm across the skies of the seven continents, and this is that dream coming to fruition. I know your plans. Wash your father’s 49 years of sweat down the drain?” She began, immediately she entered the mansion, cutting him off with a wave, signalling him to keep shut before he could say welcome.Now shaking, her eyes filled with concern and rage, she continued; “You are not flaunting that devil to the world. Neither will I let you make a wet blanket off this family’s noble name. Not while my eyes are on you, young man.” He tilted his face to the door frame leading to the kitchen, avoiding his stray eye contact piercing into hers, as he was fully aware that the next agenda on her visit was to shed a pool of tears once he confronted her with that unscathed look like he used to do when he was but a little boy.“Big Mom. Has your blood pressure agreed to stay calm?”“What do you mean by that Da

“Ouch, that hurts!” she moaned, her voice–tainted, coming forth like a broken whisper, far from how she had reacted to the hurt in her head. “My bad. I’ll go gentle.” He lifted his head to meet her gaze. But she was too stunned by everything to look back. “Gentle?”She felt bashful of herself for letting him read the green lights from her body’s reaction to his finger's contact with his skin. Her inner body tingled with his commanding, pleasant smell. His masculine breath caressed her neck as he bent to fix the necklace hooks perfectly. “What’s tomorrow’s Date?” He asked rhetorically while at his job. “Oh, I guess it’s a due date for you and me.” He breathes, slowing into her ears.Her feminine core alarmed in a swift response, causing her shoulders to shiver for a second, but not noticeable. She fought it, but her body didn't seem to take sides with her this time. “I wish..” She responded, biting her lower lips.“Why wish when I can make that happen, with one call away.”“My mothe

“Good to have you here, Damian.”“You're behind schedule. We understand you may have had a little issue to put up with,” He mocked, sending a wink at Naomi, who was standing stiff and electrocuted.He stretched forth his palm facing the roof, directing Damian to occupy the only vacant seat at the opposite end of the table from where he was standing.Damian's blood raged in his veins, but his face was unreadable. In as much as he needed the contract, he despised that he was about reducing himself to nothing. His thoughts blurred his vision, and he could only see his Aunt echoing how important the contract was and the warnings she spat earlier about Naomi. She was right.Naomi tried reading his face to know why he hadn't said a word for the long five seconds, that felt like he was taking eternity to respond.She stepped closer, standing side by side with him, her shoulders met his abs. Her palms searched for his palm, blindly locking her grip on his, jolting him back to reality.His an

Torn between options on where to run to after her final fashion school exams. She had lost weight so badly for the past two days due to the workload on her body, soul, and mind. Damian had been shuffling the hospital and work. He hasn't been home since the incident.Now she's trapped; “gosh!!” she thought out loud, sending her ass to kiss the floor. Her only safe haven is Damian's mansion. A step outside would only mean that she's ready to go back to her supposed ex-husband, who is now keen on no divorce. Ethan's eyes were everywhere like a spying eagle in the sky, waiting for its prey to move away from its hiding place.She summoned her five senses when her phone alarm beeped loudly.“F*ck. I have just 30 minutes to get seated in the exam hall.”Her tears were cut short; her weak body felt an adrenaline rush cutting through it.She jumped into the bathroom, jumped out and made for her school bag. Her body did the deciding while her brain followed, clueless.The fashion school is a

“Here’s the file, sir. These are the reports and highlights of the last meeting Natasha filled up on your behalf; our top investors and shareholders are threatening to withdraw from the company if the exponential growth of their investments doesn't come in handy.”Rex stretched a blue cover file to Damian who was buried in his office chair, rocking it from side to side, running his palm to and fro around his jaw lines, drawing an invisible pattern.“Drop it on the table.” He directed with a calm soothing voice. One could tell he wasn’t fine. But his body language and facial expression had told a different story.“uhm. Sir. I made findings about Naomi.”“Okay?” He barked, seeming uninterested in the topic, raised. But his blood pumped to the radar on hearing the name, ‘Naomi’ from Rex, so raw, without initials attached like he used to. He swallowed the remaining words that had made their way to his gut. Then he caught himself in the act, caring about how Rex addressed Naomi. Is that s