บททั้งหมดของ The EX-Wife Returns : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The second hit from the belt came down hard, the crack tearing through the silence. Selene flinched, her body jerking with the sting that burned into her skin. She gasped, but before the sound could fully escape her lips, the second blow followed—sharper, crueler.“Damien—” she tried, but her voice broke into a cry.He didn’t care. The belt struck again, across her shoulder this time, the leather kissing flesh with a vicious snap. Selene stumbled, nearly falling to her knees, but Damien’s hand caught her hair and yanked her back up.“You’ll stay standing,” he growled, dragging her upright. “You’ll take every single one, Selene. That’s what you earn when you forget who you belong to.”The fourth strike came fast. Then the fifth. Each one landing in a different place—her thigh, her arm, her back. She cried out louder, her voice shaking the walls, but Damien only laughed, the sound dark and twisted.“You thought you were clever with that flash drive?” Another strike. “You thought you cou

Killian groaned, his control slipping. He thrust into her harder, faster, his body driven by a desperate need to make her his. "Yes," Calla moaned, meeting his thrusts with her own. "Just like that, Killian. Don't stop." He couldn't have stopped if he wanted to. His body was consumed by her, driven by a need to claim her as his own. He could feel her tightening around him, her body close to the edge once again. The night stretched on as they gave themselves to each other, When it was finally over, Calla lay in his arms, her head resting on his chest, his fingers stroking her hair. The storm in him had quieted, replaced by a strange peace only she could give. . “Don’t ever leave me,” he whispered in the dark. “I won’t,” she promised softly. “Not even if the whole world comes against us.” He kissed the top of her head, his eyes closing. For the first time that night, Killian allowed himself to rest.***The next morning Calla rolled over, her hand brushing the cold shee

The flashes from cameras almost blinded Calla as she stepped out of the building. Reporters shouted questions, their voices blending into one loud storm. She didn’t flinch. She only lifted her chin, gave them a smile, and spoke one single sentence. “Justice has a way of finding its path, and it's still roaming” Calla said softly. Before anyone could push forward with another question, she slid into the back seat of the waiting car. Neva followed right after, shutting the door firmly. The driver pulled away, leaving the noise behind. Inside the car, silence lingered for a second. Then Calla tilted her head and looked at Neva. “You’re not going to ask about the gun?” Calla asked with a small laugh. “I know you have questions.” Neva folded her arms. “It’s your revenge, Calla. And besides, I already heard how you got the gun… and what you did to those board members.” Calla let out a soft breath. “Almost feels unreal, doesn’t it? We planned everything right here. on the spot. I almos

The moment Calla showed Neva the message, Neva’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Hi Calla it’s Selene. Yes, I know I’m gonna kill you, but I need your help. I need money. Please let's meet tonight. If you don’t trust me, you can come with your bodyguard.” Neva read it twice, then shook her head. “This doesn’t sound right. Not one bit. Why would Selene suddenly ask you for money? She’s up to something.” Calla leaned back in her chair, her expression calm, almost bored. “Neva, everything Selene does is suspicious. But sometimes snakes crawl out of their holes when they’re desperate. And desperate people talk too much. It’s worth the risk.” Neva crossed her arms. “I’m telling you, it’s a bad idea.” Calla smirked faintly. “And I’m telling you, it’s worth it. Besides, I’m bored. Let’s see what the stupid bitch wants.” They arrived at the meeting place late in the evening. A cool wind swept the empty street, carrying the smell of damp earth. Calla sat in the backseat, nails tapp

The next morning, sunlight crept through the curtains. Calla blinked awake and Killian was still in bed beside her. “You’re still here?” she muttered. Killian smirked without opening his eyes. “Why? You don’t like waking up to me?” She picked up a pillow and threw it at his chest. “Don’t you have work?” “Work?” he said lazily. “I already worked last night.” Her eyes narrowed. “Killian Black, do you want me to break your head this early morning?” He chuckled, rolling over to face her. “Relax, doll. Admit it—you’d rather I stayed here all day instead of running to meetings.” “I’d rather have peace and quiet,” she shot back, sliding out of bed. Killian stretched and sat up, watching her tie her robe. “You’re bossy, you know that? Always acting like my CEO.” “Someone has to keep you in line,” she muttered. “Maybe,” he said with a grin. “But I like it. Makes me wonder who’s really the mafia boss in this house.” She shot him a glare. “Keep talking and I’ll write you an official m