All Chapters of Queen Of Hearts: My Ex Or My Next.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Laura The black hole settled in the pit of my stomach, widening with each step. The muscled man, with a hint of African heritage, opened the front door, giving view to the dimly lit hallway. With few purposeful strides, I was in the living room. A flash of nostalgia crossed my heart. Flash. My first arrival at this house was the day Kaida got admitted to the hospital, sustaining an almost life-threatening femoral artery injury.I shook off the gloominess, breathing in the crisp air and taking in the luxury settings. Leather Italian sofas sat in circular patterns, in the middle was a pristine glass table seated on top of Persian rugs. Antique tiles stretched the entire area, with a double staircase running up to the second floor merging into a balcony. Massive chandeliers hung the roofings, soaking everything in a warm golden glow. The perfect definition of an architectural gem, and billions well spent.But amidst this paradise, it felt like a monster was prowling in the shadows,

Her Deadly Craving: Inner-Circle Warskaida “You summoned us here at this hour of the night,” Dimitri, the Board’s chairman, voiced in his Russian accent. “11 PM?”“Summoned? That's a strong word,” I smiled. “How about ‘called?”’ I said, earning a dozen eye rolls from the board members. After Laura had successfully fished out the money launderers from my branch in New York, they had been properly dealt with; from demotion to sack letters, to soaring as high as jail sentences. Now, the company springs to life.Such a massive feat has proven her a force to be reckoned with in the business world. On the other hand, Aaron Kai; my half-brother and present COO of Topex has also skyrocketed the company's grace to massive heights. Nonetheless, Laura remains my wife, and over the years, I've grown fond of her and Kevin. There's no denying the twinge I feel for her, but the fear of betrayal has become her wisdom. She never lets me get too close. Whenever I drink, she exits the room, though

Laura Frustration bubbled in my chest as the cold water made contact with my skin. I gently rinsed my face as smudges of brown filtered down the sink openings— I was never a fan of mascara, nor very welcoming to acne. I turned off the tap, took out my napkin and patted my face dry. Going shopping wasn't on my radar, but getting spanked with sweat? A cosmetic nightmare. At times, I wonder how people could be so laissez-faire to the detriment of others. I had been skimming for corporate wear in the blouse section when a silver-haired septuagenarian shot out of nowhere, panting, with his index finger grazing his temples. In a blink, he flicked his fingers, launching arrows of sweat into my eyes and forehead. I had clenched my jaw before notes of apology came signing in my ears: “Am sorry, my child. Please, forgive an old man.” I had just nodded and stepped out of the scene making straight for the bathroom, while muttering curses to Aria under my breath. After wiping my f

Laura Scorching breaths jammed my nostrils, the heat so potent in my brain like meat grilling in an oven. I jolted from the depths of my sleep, my eyes snapping open, accompanied by a loud shriek. I thrashed choppily, my nerves off-kilter, as I hurled a pillow to the shadow before me.Laughter echoed through the room, clashing with arrows of colorful words, as I switched on the lights. I calmed my breath, anxiety murdering any remnants of sleep, and widening my eyes to their full roundness. My eyes locked onto crystal ones, inches away from mine, and gleaming with mischief. “Good morning, wifey,” he whispered, grinning. I threw him a light kick, frowning. “What’s good about a heart attack?!”I shoved him back. “I thought you were the Boogeyman trying to rip out my soul. Christ!”His head reared back, his laughter more profound and throaty. “Boogeyman?” He waved me off. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” I narrowed my eyes, huffing. His expression shifted, seriousness maskin

Laura The pain shot to my eyes, and I think they'd burst from how forcefully I'm glaring. His steel eyes locked onto mine, deep and dark, like I had been given a sneak peek into the underworld. This demon had been texting my son. Christ! What was he going to teach him? The number of minutes it takes to screw your sister behind your back?The difference between love and betrayal, and why the latter is lethal? Watching a pregnant woman bleed, and calculating how fast she signs divorce papers? The animosity amassed in my soul, built on ink and scar, and I swear this building might collapse from the weight of my murderous rage. His throat bopped, lips thinning, as he adjusted his glasses, his eyes never leaving mine. I had been so swallowed by the abyss of hatred that I didn't notice Kaida had begun talking, and pairs of eyes were staring at me.“Sorry, everyone. I'm fully entitled to the penalty of lateness. I'll discuss with the payroll department so they can deduct the necessar