บททั้งหมดของ Disgraced Ex-wife; Reborn With Fire: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

NATHANIELI stood before the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the night streets of Manhattan. In the Shaw Powers 60-storey headquarters, I could see lights blinking and shining down the streets. However, my office was a stark contrast. Dimly lit, overwhelmed with the burden of several documents that determined people’s destinies and companies. All day, I signed away deals, denied investments, and partnerships. My pen carried power but even at that, I was unable to protect the one person I cherished the most.Lucille King. My life was just as desolate before she came in, smiling genuinely like no heiress had done to me. She didn't want my money, power like her family had pushed her to get. She only wanted my heart, my soul, and even if she wanted more, I would have given it to her. I would will my entire existence and achievement to her if she as much requested them. However, she was too calm, too easygoing, and contented with the life she had, a breath of fresh air different

DAVINA“I don’t…think so.” I shook my head, the thought of my memorial service when I was still very much alive scarred me. Why would I want to watch my supposed dead body in a coffin, while the Williams family grieved like they lost loved one?“Alright,” Maria responded. “You are done for the day, rest well.”She turned to leave, leaving me to navigate back to my bedroom. I sat on the large bed, my fingers itching to check my phone for any news article or posting about my memorial. I dreaded putting on the TV, so as not to see myself plastered on the screen. In that moment, my phone dinged and I swiped my hand on the bed, picking it up. A message, or even an acknowledgment of me, of my existence right now would be appreciated. However, what I saw was the news article I wanted to stay away from. A news broadcast, one that shook me to my core. Adeline had posted a tribute to me, with several photos of me playing around the Williams mansion. Some of the photos showed me as a happy gi

ADELINE“Who is she?” Semion’s fingers twitched as he traced it on my arm discreetly. We were still greeting guests and we couldn't be too close. However, our eyes were on the lady, Davina’s unknown friend who left in a Maybach. “She refused to say.” My eyes dimmed, my nails pinching down on my palms as I itched to know who she was. I knew everything about Davina, even down to the cheap underwear she would rather put on but this friend seemed to be a mystery. I had all her friends, under my belt and those days, I enjoyed seeing her go after the friends who abandoned her. She would cry and beg them to take her back, even do crazy things I whispered to her at bedtime to get them back.Eventually, they were all scared of staying in the same place as her. She would sit at the cafeteria, alone, the free time stretching into chatters of people on other tables but then it would be silence around her.I was her saving grace, extending a crying shoulder and encouraging her to make new friend

DAVINAThe sweaty clothes sticking to my body weren't appropriate enough to meet up with Shaw. It was almost 10pm, and I was in the shower, rinsing off the day’s stress that weighed down my shoulders. This was the only time I could slouch my shoulders. The only time I could allow the water to wash the quiet tears that leaked out of my eyes. My only solitude was for myself, the only part of the old me that was still hanging by a thread. The warmth of the water, embraced me, wanting me to stay longer in there. Oh, I was desperate for some heat, some warmth that would flood the coldness creeping into my heart. But of what use was that warmth? It was only made to bring out the soft side of me which the world didn't appreciate. There was no one worthy to see that side of me. That hurt, but I snuffed out that pathetic feeling in seconds. My gaze turned rigid as I stepped out of the shower. As always, Grace and Maria were waiting, and a dress was already laid out for me. A long halter ne

NATHANIELDavina’s demand made me take a pause, relaxing in my chair to think. Her eyes were probing, desperate for an answer. She wanted to place herself before brutal situations and see how well she would perform. But I wouldn't give what she wanted, she wasn't ready even though it was a brilliant idea. “Your request is brilliant,” I noted and she smiled but then, I cut that feeling off. “But I cannot grant that until you prove yourself further.”“How?” Her brows knitted, her fists clenched even tighter. “After one week with Professor Wallace, you will take tests, physical, oral, and written. If you score a cumulative score of ninety percent, then we will move on to the next phase. A brutal real-life application of all you have learned.”“What? That’s going to be too intense. It’s not fair.” She rebutted, her lips twisting in displeasure. I smiled inwardly, noting the array of expressions on her face, as this was the first time she ever had to display so many emotions and it was d