All Chapters of The Don's purchase : Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

EMILE — POVThey always assume I’m the villain.The bitter ex. The one who couldn’t keep him.But what they forget is—I built him.Before me, Wilbet was just another trust fund brat with charm and no compass. I gave him direction. I taught him how to hold a room, how to cut people down with a smile, how to weaponize silence. The slick suits, the cold ambition, the taste for control? All mine.I was the blueprint. The foundation. The one who shaped him into the man he is today. And now, he walks around like he invented power. Like he didn’t learn it in my bed, in my arms.They say he’s married now. That poor, quiet girl with the bruised wrists and wide eyes.Aziza.Even her name sounds fragile, like a whisper of a word that could easily be broken.She moves like a shadow, silent, careful. Like she’s always apologizing just for existing. She doesn’t talk much, but you can feel the fear in her posture, in the way she flinches before a room even notices her.She’s not a wife. She’s a poss

EMILE — POVHe rolled out of bed without a single word. Like he hadn’t just rearranged my guts.Classic Wilbet.If there’s one thing the man knows how to do, it’s fuck. I’ll give him that. Cold precision. Mechanical. Detached. But still—there’s a hunger to it. A need. I used to think it was about me. Now, I know better. It’s about control. About reminding himself that he still owns something—anything—in a world where everything else is slipping through his fingers.I stretched, letting the silk sheets pool at my waist, my skin flushed and sticky with the sweat of something that could never quite be called love. I watched him from the bed—back stiff, movements tense, shirt wrinkled from where it had been tossed across the floor last night. He didn’t glance at me. Didn’t say a thing.“You’re quieter than usual,” I murmured, voice low and drowsy, the kind of voice that invited secrets. “That wife of yours not letting you get any rest?”He paused for a fraction of a second, stiffened as