All Chapters of A Drunken Night With My Ex-Husband Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62: TornedXavier’s POVBoom!The blast came out of nowhere, ripping through the doors like they were paper.The shockwave hit fast and violent. GEariny through the reinforced hard doors like paper. I didn’t even have time to blink. Everything happened in a flash.One second, I saw Caroline’s back retreating toward the exit, her hair catching the light like a halo, and the next, she was in the air, the force of the blast flinging her like a ragdoll togetger with thr storm and debris that came with it.“Caroline!”Her name ripped from my throat before I even knew I had said it. The sound felt foreign, crooked, and strangled, like someone else was screaming through me.“We are under attack, assassination!!” I don't know who shouted, but everywhere erupted.The whole hall descended into chaos, people screaming and running up and down, looking for a way to escape.I instinctively took a step forward, but then I froze.Joeline.Felix.Somewhere to my right, Joeline screamed. A hig

Caroline’s POV The next day… The room was quiet. Too quiet. Daphne had just stepped out to grab some beverages for me in the supermarket. The doctor had just removed the last of the bandages and left without saying much word. I would have said the doctor whose name is Fredrick was acting a little too strange. I shook my head while wondering whether the accident had affected my brain in any way, although Dr fedrick had assured me a couple of times that no such thing would happen. But why couldn't he look me in the eye. Like he was hiding something important from me… I sigh, letting it slide for now. I plan to ask Daphne when she comes back. But for now that I have nothing to do, I could only stare like a fool at the pink ceiling. Yes, I was still in Daphne's room. I was grateful, that burns were minor, and after some few application of ointment, i will be all bright and new. Dr fedricks wordssaid. But it wasn’t the fear of having burn scars that bothered me. It was everyt

Xavier povLater that Evening…The venue for the meeting was plunged into silence, you could hear the sound of a pin.I stood by the arched window, watching the last of the sun disappear behind the beautiful trees in garden. Golden light spilled across the table that was already set and ready, the twelve chairs surroundings it was already occupied. Twelve chairs, twelve names, twelve Ceo of our empire, each controlling our numerous companies situated all round the country.My gaze flashed at the powerful men each seated, upright and briskly as if they couldn't wait to go back to wherever they are coming from.I swallowed hard, the cold realization dawning on me.This might not just be a family meeting.This was a council.And that meant….The doors swung open.I turned, already expecting her. Always to be the last to walk in.My mother walked in first, heads held high, and with a sharp presence that commanded power. But it wasn’t her presence that made my blood boil.It was the pe

Chapter 68: need to breath Caroline POV One Week Later… The pricking pains on my skin had finally faded, leaving only a dull echo beneath my skin, a reminder of how I survived death. My body had healed, but my heart... Well, that was another story. I sat quietly in front of the mirror, brushing my long hair with slow, deliberate strokes. The golden sunlight spilled lazily through the wide-open windows, but instead of warmth, it brought a strange kind of stillness and unusual tightness. Behind me, Daphne folded clothes into a chest, her movements a little too stiff and deliberate. She has been quiet lately. Too quiet ever since she came back from the family meeting that was held seven days ago. Knowing Daphne too well, She wasn’t herself, and from time to time, her eyes would flicker to me, and every time I caught her eyes, she would avert it immediately. But the little moment our eyes had met, I saw something hiding behind her usual cheer, something distant… haunted. “Are

the break inCaroline’s POVThe air was crisp and damp as my shoes hit the gravel path, the sun barely rising over the manicured hedges surrounding the estate. Daphne jogged a few paces ahead of me, earbuds in, her ponytail bouncing with every step.Today was a Saturday morning, and not having anything to do, I decided to tag along in Daphne morning routine. But apparently the jogging I thought would take my mind away from all the problems and secrets just didn't work.I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was stepping. My mind kept drifting back to the letter. The seal. The symbol. And Elijah’s cold and mysterious reaction. He had acted so cold and distant that for a moment,I would have thought that he knew more than he was letting on. And when i thought that he would at least tell me something, he had even dropped a more eerily message, that still sends shivers down my spine.I nearly tripped over my own feet when I saw him standing by the iron gate.Elijah.Leaning against the