Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Convenient Ex-Wife : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The ceremony was over just minutes after it started.The champagne hadn’t even been poured yet, and already I wanted to shatter the flute against the marble floor.I stood beside my new husband, Dominic’s like a ghost in a crown—his wife on paper, his pawn in practice. The cathedral’s high ceilings swallowed our silence, while distant applause still echoed off stone walls. Guests lingered, posing for photos, whispering in polished accents.I felt eyes crawling across my back like ants. I knew the headlines were already being drafted: Blackwood Weds Reynolds’ Battered Bride! Pregnant Mistress or Power Play?Dominic stood tall beside me, hands folded behind his back. His face was unreadable, carved from stone. He hadn’t looked at me since the final “I do.”I hadn’t dared breathe. is this even real?“Sign here,” the officiant said, placing a thick white folder in front of us.I reached for the pen with fingers that didn’t quite feel like mine. My name—Scarlett Blackwood—flowed out in pra

I slept fitfully all through the night, turning and tossing.Half afraid Dominic would change his mind in the middle of the night and take what he wanted anyway.Half afraid that I wanted him to do just that.I was hot, aching, throbbing, and wet all over.For a man who was just teasing me.A man who just wanted to mess with me.So yes, I don’t sleep well. One time I turned to glare at the huge couch and of course there he was, sleeping peacefully and looking so hot while at it.“Arrogant, proud, cold bastard.” I muttered and forcefully closed my eyes.And then it was morning and I woke up to silence.Heavy, stretching silence.The kind that felt too big, too clean. Like something had been scrubbed out of the room.I blinked against the soft morning light pouring in from the massive windows. The sheets beside me were smooth, untouched. Cold.He hadn’t come to bed.Of course he hadn’t. He said he wouldn’t.I need to remember that Dominic Blackwood isn’t Blake Reynolds. Dominic is a man

I sat in the west drawing room, fingers clenched tight around the carved edge of the armrest, pretending like I wasn’t unraveling inside my own skin. The walls around me were tall, elegant, unbothered. I envied them. Dominic stood near the window, phone in one hand, a single brow lifted as he read something. Probably another headline. Or maybe a shareholder report. Or a death threat. With him, it was all the same. He ended the call and looked at me like he’d been waiting for me to break. I didn’t. Not yet. He took two steps toward me, then three. Casual. Like he wasn’t about to drop a bomb. “We push back,” he said. My lips parted. “How?” He didn’t blink. “What do you want?” The question hit me like a slap. I blinked once, slow. Then lifted my chin. “I never want to lose anything again,” I said quietly. “I never want the Reynolds family to take what’s mine. Ever again.” His mouth twitched—something close to approval. “Then you want revenge,” he said. “Start

“I swear to God, if anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I’m committing a felony.” Jules said as she adjusted her sunglasses and scanned the front of the Reynolds headquarters like she was casing a bank for a hit.“And before you ask,” she added, tucking her hand into her blazer pocket like it held a switchblade, “yes, I think prison orange would look incredible against my skin tone. Bold. Vibrant. An instant classic.”I grinned at her. “We’re not killing anyone today.”She stopped still. “Wait, what? No one?? At all?”“No one, Jules, this will be a civilized conversation between civilized people.”She facepalmed. “Aww, no! You’re making my work life boring, Scar. Let me do in at least one person!”I shook my head. “Not today.”Jules narrowed her eyes at me as if I just took her candy and she wanted revenge. “We’ll see.”The Reynolds building rose in front of us like a glass monument to inherited arrogance. Modern and cold, it gleamed in the sun like it wanted to compete with the wor

Silence. That was the first thing Dominic brought into the room. A chilling, bone-deep silence that made every arrogant smile flicker. No one spoke as he moved to my side, calm as ever, dressed like war and wealth had a baby and named it Blackwood. He set the envelope on the table with surgical precision. Then stepped back. The doors hadn’t even finished closing behind him when Blake’s father shot up from his seat. “This is outrageous!” he barked. “You don’t belong here, Blackwood. This meeting is private. For Reynolds board members and legal counsel only.” Vanessa added, “You’re a direct competitor. You showing up is illegal interference. You should be escorted out immediately.” “Security!” Blake’s mother snapped, slamming her palm on the table like she was still the queen of something. Dominic just smiled. Not kindly. Not cruelly. Just enough to let them know they were already too late. “I may be your rival,” he said smoothly, adjusting the cuff of his black