Semua Bab Queen Of Hearts: My Ex Or My Next.: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Laura Anniversaries were meant to celebrate marriage milestones— not mayhem wrapped in diamond rings. I stood in the golden-lit ballroom of the most opulent villa in Lotus City, but it felt like sitting in the sun: scorching, endless, with my sanity ripping apart, piece by piece. The lights burned into my skin, the floor trembling beneath my feet, and the ventilator's hum stung like an arctic blast. And then he spoke, “A paper has no soul, Laura. That's why I never felt a damn thing.” he paused, his gaze calculating. “You filled the void in her place, nothing more!” My chest tightened, every word twisting my chest like a merciless blade. Yes, he was right; a paper has no soul. But after a one-year contract marriage, the agreement morphed into something more soulful than ink on paper, blooming into three years of real marriage, built on honesty, peace and maybe… love. And then, just one night everything fell apart. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hand resting on my belly. “This

Laura Weeks later “You can go in, ma'am,” the secretary smiled, handing me some keys and a file. “Thank you, miss,” I flashed her a polite grin. “Who even smiles on Monday mornings?” I muttered as I sprinted up the lavish stairs. I had just landed a job as the personal assistant to the CEO of Topex Corp; the crown jewel of Greentop. It felt like a dream. They gave me a car, an apartment, and a generous salary. Finally, freedom from Lotus city and its toxic entanglements. I quickened my pace like I was heading to paradise, grinning like an idiot, right before I slammed into something hard. “Ouch!” My bag dropped to the floor. My face lit on fire, sparks of pain dancing behind my eyelids. I moved, but stilled myself; one wrong move and my head could roll off. It just doesn't end, does it? First, my child. Then, my family's grill. Now, a split head on resumption day. Who the hell was doing this to me? “My apologies, dear. Are you hurt?” That voice. That scent. He'

Laura “You bastard!” Kaida lunged at Kai with beastly agility, sending them both careening into the metal table. The room erupted into chaos. Thumping of punches and crashing of metal against tiles boomed on every side, ensuing a clusterfuck of savagery. “Stop it, you both! You'll kill yourselves!” Carlos rasped, but his voice was drowned out by the clanking of metal and brutal punches that filled the room. “She's. Not. A. Used. Good!” Kaida spat, each word landing with a heavy blow as Leila called for security. I flinched with each punch, guilt chopping my blood into thin crisps. Leila was right; I'm a damn homewrecker. Kaida should have crushed my skull that night, at least then, they wouldn’t be fighting to death and Carlos wouldn't be— He wasn't shouting anymore. Dread hit me like a frostbite. “Carlos!” I rushed to him. He was slumped sideways in the chair, cold and stiff as a rock. “How long has he been like this?” the doctor asked as he turned to the two still fi

Laura The lavish bathroom looked like a crime scene. Steam clung to the air, laced with the sharp aroma of the woodsy bath. The mist blurred the mirrors, the light, everything. Shards of glass scattered across the marble floor, and a ribbon of red bled into the bathwater's cool blue. Horror scraped down my spine. I pressed my lip tightly, holding back a squeal. “No, no, no.” He had drowned in the bath. I knelt beside the jacuzzi bathtub, my trembling hands diving inside the water as I dragged him out with every ounce of strength I had. Finally, his handsome face came into view. His head rested on my lap, rivulets of water drenching my fabric. The pressure sank into my stomach, my throat burning with fractured breaths. Wiping the sheen of sweat glistening on my temples, my eyes roamed, taking in the scene; then I saw it. My world stopped. Damn it! He was fully naked, with a shard of glass lodged in his left thigh. My skin tingled, the nerves in my body morphing in

Laura His steel eyes locked onto mine, protected by a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Lead infused my veins, the ground trembling beneath my feet. A shit-eating grin plastered his face— Asmodeus in glasses. He wore serenity like a shield. Hot, smart, rich, gentle. Tetra pass. He'd hypnotize any living thing with that poise, that you wouldn't even catch a whiff of the monster lurking behind that elegance. My stomach churned as my reality hit me like a tornado. I was still carrying this devil's pub. As much as I want to rip it off me, I'd be the biggest liar on earth if I didn't love it more than my life. Stacking my emotions in check, I snubbed him, turning back to the salesgirl. “It's fine. I'd return them. There's no need for that.” My pitch came higher than expected, shame and pride warring in my tone.A scowl twisted her face. “It's stamped. I can't. They'll deduct it from my salary.” She faced the devil, her countenance light. “Mr. Aaron. We're so pleased to have you. What do yo