Semua Bab Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret : Bab 211 - Bab 220

ARIAI practically bolted from the car before Caspian could even park properly. My neck protested with every movement, but the adrenaline and a creeping stubborn curiosity made certain that I ignored the ache. Nyx’s urgency didn’t allow for a polite knock because the door had already been left open. Nyx was standing in the center of the room. Her hands were already holding the edges of a cloth covering the sculpture. Her other hand was clenched at her side as she kept her eyes trained on the sculpture. She turned when we burst in through the doorway, her eyes practically glittering with what I suspected were tears. “There you are!” she breathed, almost whispering. “I didn’t think you’d make it this fast.”“Trust me, we came as soon as you called,” I said, wincing slightly as I rubbed my neck. Nyx eyes dropped to my neck and she blinked. “Don't ask, Nyx.”Caspian was behind me like a shadow. We both ended up beside Nyx. “Come on, cover off.” I demanded. “I don't know if I'm be

CASPIAN The drive home was done in silence. Aria had her cheek pressed to the window, her breath fogging the glass. Her fingers kept drifting to her throat, brushing over the bruises there like she couldn’t believe they were real. Every time she touched them, something in my chest clenched hard enough that I had to tighten my hands around the wheel. I kept glancing over. It was useless, really. Staring at her wasn’t going to erase the marks, but I couldn’t stop myself. Halfway through the drive, her voice broke through the silence. “Did you ever meet her?” My head turned slightly. “Who?” “Nyx’s mom.” Her eyes were on me now. Tired, but clear. The kind of clear that said lying wasn’t an option. I shook my head. “No. I never met her. But I remember when she died. Grandma told Nyx. She was…” I stopped, the memory dragging itself forward whether I wanted it or not. “She was shattered as though someone had snapped her in half. And she never fit back together again after t

ARIAThe more times I saw Ivan, the more distressing it became seeing his face.For fuck’s sake, the man was starting to behave like slime at the bottom of a pond.If he wasn't absolutely a disgusting creep, then he was saying things like that, things that made me want to stomp on his stomach and give him a bloody black eye. He was a bastard through and through and at this point death was too good for someone as terrible as Ivan. He deserved a miserable life being tortured, just as it was happening now. I hoped Duke and Caspian kept him alive for a long fucking time. “Really, Ivan? Did you really think that was all it would take to ruin a good thing?” I murmured to him.I’d barely spoken the words when Caspian knelt, picked up the chain around Ivan’s legs, and tugged it hard.“Fuck!” Ivan yelped, pulled right off the chair, his legs jerking away from his body. “You’re going to break my damned legs, you jackass.”“Yeah, I’m glad you can speak, because you shouldn’t even be able to.”

ARIAI barely had time to flinch before Caspian’s arm was around me, shoving me back into the wall, his body caging mine.“Down!” he barked, putting his body between mine and the bullets which was a crazy thing to do, considering he could die just as easily as I could. The sound of bullets hitting brick was deafening. Shards sprayed against my cheek, little stings that told me just how close they’d come.My chest tightened because I realized this wasn't a little fight, these people fully intended to kill us if they could. Dominique’s men came in from the far end, shouting instructions at each other, all of them shadows I could only see by peeking around Caspian’s body. I saw Dominique out of the corner of my eye. Markus had him pinned, but the bastard still managed to twist, his head snapping forward as his fist drove into Markus’s jaw. The punch was loud enough that I hear it through the force of the bullets. Markus staggered back, blood spitting from his lip, but he didn’t let

ARIA The first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth. And no, it wasn't the kind of warmth a blanket gives you, but the heavy, secure kind that comes from being pressed into someone else’s body. Caspian’s chest was pressed against my back, his arm locked around my body as though he'd thought I'd disappear in the night if he didn't hold me down. Which was also weird comforting. I snuggled closer, signing into the pillow, my eyelids too heavy to bother with facing reality yet. As though my sigh had woken him from sleep, his fingers slid into my hair, the slow drag of his nails massaging my scalp spreading goosebumps all the way down my arms. A man who could maul someone with his bare hands and then gently detangle knots in my hair? Dangerous. “Go back to sleep,” he muttered, his voice still rough from the night. That was exactly what I was about to do, until I remembered the mess from yesterday. And the fact that we'd both forgotten to call Markus and Duke after sex las