All Chapters of THE EX - WIFE'S RECKONING : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Natasha, you fucking know how dear that contract is to this family at this trying time. We are facing more than we can handle. And you went out there and added salt to the wound. Wake up, bitch, there's more to life than love and sex! Argh!”A curt thud meddled with the air as he landed his last word, causing his teeth to restrain the anger that accompanied his words. He had pinned Natasha's hands to the wall with his powerful grip whilst his right clenched fist rested against the wall a few inches away from Natasha’s ear.His chest kept panting faster than his breath. His eyes went blank and anger was definitely reading loud in them.Natasha? Relax. Undisturbed. Embracing the spot she was captured, biting her lower lips, letting a slow moan that could wreck the strongest man on earth. Then she let a mockery scoff which encroached into cackles.“What's funny?” He lifted his clenched fist from the wall and retracted backwards, holding it in the air. Then he dropped it on the wall, re

Blood flushed from her face to her ears, leaving her face pale, she felt her stomach drop to the base, and goosebumps ran over every visible spot on her skin, leaving her face out.The screen before she blinked, calling her consciousness back to her skin. She tried masking the surprise with a smile when she heard voices approaching, but her lips now felt like lifting a heavy weight each time she tried spreading them.Quickly, she clicked the ‘close’ button on the screen and made for the window that was three steps from where she stood, stunned.Her gaze met the sky, not blue, but dark, heavy and damp like it was about to cry water on earth. Her heart and eyes could relate to what the sky was going through, too. Holding such a load, yet, not breaking into a cry.A familiar voice came calling from behind, that one voice that caused her insides to curl into frustration. She held her breath, rehearsing a smile that did not agree with her, a smile that refused to reach her eyes, and slowly

Naomi's blood stopped! Her heart jumped into her mouth, throbbing with an adrenaline rush. The whole room felt heavy for a split second.“Who's that?” Ethan whispered to Natasha’s ears.“Why is she hiding her face?” Natasha sparked in curiosity, flickering her eyes around Naomi who had covered her face in shame.Naomi made quick steps with a reduced height, heading to the exit door. “WE APOLOGISE FOR THE UNFORESEEN DISTRACTION, DO RELAX AS EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL NOW”The Master of Ceremony called back the attention of the crowd to the spot she was standing, facing them.Naomi moved quicker, hoping for the ground to open and bury her from the shame she just encountered, hoping to fly her way to her room where she could absorb what just happened until she bumped into a huge figure.“Naomi Laurent?” The figure called out in a calm and ruthless tone; his right palm was comfortably tucked in his pocket, and his left palm flew way up to his head level, tugging its hair backwards.Naom

The past week and previous months were a hell of a sort for Damian; he really could not explain why he couldn't turn in Naomi to Ethan, who was also there, present in the event centre.His heart ached for days, and questions kept burning in his gut. Squeak!His office door was pushed open without a prior sign. His eyes and head converged to his door anticipating the face behind the shadow that greeted the floor, standing tall through the now Ajar door.“Natasha..” he breathed with a shaky voice.“Hi, D’ head.” She shot a smile, waving her left palm and the other fixed to her waist, standing akimbo, shooting her hips to one side.“I don't know what to do with you spoiled brat.” Damian shot a mean glare at Natasha’s carefree attitude of pestering and bugging him.“I am not in my seat. Check back, Natasha, check back.” He reeled aggressively.“Chill, boy, chill. You know I have all the cards now.” Her eyes went half-shut, and she suckled on her finger, dripping it with the transparent l

Cring! Cring! Cring!Naomi's phone kept voicing like it was calling its owner by the name to pick it up.“Who's bugging me at this time of the day?!” she shrugged, sluggishly sending her arm to reach the crying gadget beside her where she was relaxing after a tedious annoying floor scrubbing session she never was prepared for.When she brought it to her face, her face fell. She slid the green indicator up and the call connected.“Hello..” silence stretched.“Nao–mi. I have caused you enough and I am not even asking you to forgive…”“Can you catch this crab, Mrs. Laurent?” Naomi cut in. Sharp. Cold and edgy. She buried her forehead into her palms and let out a heavy, lifeless sigh that came forth without a sound.“What do you want from me this time?” she pauses, expecting no answer and continued “Money? I've got none. All thanks to your selfish desire. I have been promoted to the position of a cleaner in the DV House and not just a cleaner, a regular cleaner who washes toilets too. I