Semua Bab A Devil's Deal To Destroy My Ex-Husband: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Content warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual content and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Do not mistake this scene for romance.****The coldness in the boardroom was accompanied by silence. The long glass table gleamed under the overhead lights, but the reminder of failure lingers.Seated at the head of the table is Mason, alone in the room he had always dreamed of ruling. To have everything under his control. But here he was, with his suit wrinkled, his tie hanging loose around his neck like a noose he couldn't decide whether to tighten or rip off. His shirt was slightly untucked, his hair disheveled as if he'd run his hand through it a hundred times too many. Sweat clung to his brow, not from heat, but from stress, rage, and a boiling sense of defeat.He leaned forward in the leather chair, elbows on the table, knuckles white from his tightly clenched fists. His jaw ticked. His eyes, red-rimmed and dark with exhaustion as he stared into space

Feeling much better, Eloise’s bare feet padded softly out of her room, heading for the stairs. Dressed in a blue shirt that reaches her thigh and a half-shouldered free blouse. Her hair neatly combed, cascaded down her shoulders. She doesn't look like she's had a fever the previous day; she looked all radiant and energetic. Eloise paused, inhaling deeply to confirm if she was mistaken. She stepped down the stairs and shut her eyes, halting her steps with her nostrils flaring. The air was thick with something rich and buttery, sweet, savory, and yet refined.“ Hmm,” she let the scent wrap her like a lover's embrace.“ My favorite,” she muttered inaudibly.Wagyu ribeye with truffle mashed potatoes, and not just any ribeye, but thick-cut 45 Japanese Wagyu.Oh gosh... She flung her eyes open and headed straight to the kitchen.The moment she got to the kitchen, she gasped a little. Her voice caught in her throat.There he was. Antonio Brayden.Her lips parted as her gaze lingered on hi

The hospital ward had grown quiet again, except for the soft beeping of a heart monitor and the occasional murmur of distant nurses. But Eloise could barely hear any of it. Her body froze. Luther is missing. The words clanged in her head like an alarm she couldn’t silence. She turned slowly to Laera. “Cops were around for him?” “ Hm,” Laera nodded, “ So… they're arresting him?” Laera snorted. “Please. You think it’s that easy to take down a man like Antonio? They came for a visit and to ask a few questions.” Eloise heaved a sigh of relief, “Maybe he has nothing to do with it,” “ C'mon, Elly, it was said that the last time Luther was seen, he was roughed up by Antonio's men. Nobody's seen Luther since then.” Eloise’s throat went dry. Her lips parted but no words came. She thought he'd handed him over to the police. But rough him up? Missing since then? Her chest tightened. Her memory flickered to the man he crippled just because he lied about it. Eloise placed

Whatever it was that the man did, he felt glad that he did it, whether he abused her or committed murder. Whatever it was, it brought her back to him, and for that, he felt delighted. Mason turned to the table, grabbed his cup of whiskey, and downed the contents in a gulp. As if drinking the alcohol jolted every bolt of anger in him, every memory came crawling back with deep claws piercing through his insides. He smashed the empty glass against the wall beside her and saw her flinch. ‘ Oh she should be trembling, cause I haven't even started ‘ Mason muttered in his mind. His mind drifted back to how they flirted before him, and a dark chuckle tore out of his throat. “ You still haven't fucking answer me,” he yelled, “ wasn't he satisfying you?” His breath was harsh and ragged. How could she? How dare she? Everything was supposed to be his. “ I gave you nothing but my love,” he said, remembering how considerate he was when he married her, gave her comfort and his arms when a p

Unable to find her words, Eloise hung up the call, still seated on her bed with an unreadable expression. Questions dangled in her mind, each one twisting into the next. Confusion and guilt churned through her, colliding with no clear exit.‘He was in an accident,’ she repeated silently.And yet…The image of his fist slamming into Luther’s face flashed in her mind, followed by the memory of how he carried her gently."It’s okay, Eloise. I’m here."The weight of truth pressed against her chest. ‘He still came for her.’A knot curled tight in her stomach—thick with guilt, warm with confusion, and something else entirely. Something she couldn’t yet name.Why didn’t he say anything?He let her judge him. Let her yell. Let her look at him like he was a monster.When all he did was care.Came for her.He took Luther away. He might have hurt him, but he stopped. He didn’t kill him.Her breath hitched and a sheen of tears coated her eyes.“ Will I ever understand him?” She whispered, “ Will