Lahat ng Kabanata ng The EX-Wife Returns : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The heavy boardroom doors swung wide. Reporters’ voices echoed in the hall outside, the clicking of cameras already starting. Calla stood tall, smoothing her jacket. “Gentlemen, shall we?” Damien hissed under his breath. “Calla, don’t you dare walk out there with them. Don’t you dare!” Calla smiled thinly. “You can’t control the truth forever, Damien. A leash only works if the dog obeys.” Selene grabbed Damien’s arm, panicked. “Damien, if she speaks outside, everything will be ruined.” Damien shook her off violently. “Shut up, Selene. This is your fault!” A board member cleared his throat nervously. “The reporters already know something is happening. If we stay inside, they will only write worse.” Calla smirked. “Exactly. So let’s step into the light. Unless you’d rather crawl in the dark like cockroaches.” Neva pushed the doors open wider. “They’re waiting.” Outside, the lobby exploded with flashes. Reporters surged forward, microphones stretched out like weapons. “Miss Cal

Damien’s car roared through the day. his knuckles white around the steering wheel as though he could break it with his grip. The road blurred before him, but he didn’t care. His chest was heavy, rage burning in his veins like poison. Reporters had swarmed him with their endless questions, flashes of cameras blinding his vision. insults had been thrown at his face, and then, Selene. Her fake tears. Her pleading. Calla's angry winning eyes. All of it replayed in his head, fueling the storm inside him. He didn’t slow until he reached the club. The tall building blazed with neon light, music spilling out into the streets. The moment he stepped inside, the noise hit him full force. The bass throbbed, the crowd laughed and danced, bodies pressed together in careless excitement. But Damien felt nothing. He moved through them like a predator cutting through prey, sharp-eyed and untouchable. Without a glance at anyone, he strode upstairs to his private suite. James was already waiting

She braced her hands on the bed. arching her back for him as he pounded into her. “I’m going to fuck you hard, whore,” Damien warned, his hands grasping her hips. He thrusted into her, she cried out as he bottomed out inside her. “Fucked up whore.” his voice was harsh with desire, “you feel so good around my cock,” he growled, thrusting into her again and again. She moaned louder. He fucked her hard, deep strokes, the sound of flesh slapping echoing through the room. “slut” He gasped as he fucked her. He felt himself getting closer, his balls drawing up. He leaned over her, “come for me,” he demanded, biting down on her shoulder. “Give me more,” the girl cried out as her pussy contracted around his cock. “That’s a good whore,” he praised, fucking her through her orgasm. “Ah, fuck,” his voice was strained as he came deep inside her. “yes,” she gasped, “that was hot” she said. The door opened. James stepped inside, leaning close. “Boss,” James said, his voice low, “someo

James rubbed his sore hand as he closed the bar for the night. The knuckles were still swollen from Damien’s punch earlier, but he forced himself not to wince in front of the workers. “Lock the back door tight,” James ordered one of the bartenders. “And make sure the cash is counted twice. I don’t want stories tomorrow.” “Yes, sir,” the boy replied quickly, hurrying off. James walked slowly to the CCTV room at the end of the corridor. From the outside, it looked like a small office, nothing important. But inside, it was where he kept the one thing Damien must never know about. Every guest believed Damien’s private suite had no cameras. Damien himself believed it. But that was a lie. During the last renovation, James had worked secretly with Selene to hide a small camera in the chandelier. Damien thought it was just decoration, but it was their eye in the sky. James sat down, turned on the monitors, and replayed what had happened tonight. His lips tightened as he watched Damien’s

Damien slammed the car door shut, forcing Selene inside before she could say a word. His jaw was hard, his eyes burning with something she hadn’t seen in him for a long time, cold anger. He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and leaned back in the seat. “Yes partners." he said, his voice calm but sharp. “Thank you. It won’t be bad working with you.” The call ended with a click. Damien tossed the phone on the seat beside him. He turned his head slowly, his eyes landing on Selene. She shifted nervously, hugging herself as though the leather seat had turned to ice. “Whatever happened tonight,” Damien said, his tone low but dangerous, “whatever will be happening at home, remains between us. Do you understand?” Selene’s lips parted. “What are you going to do to me, Damien?” she asked, her voice trembling. He smirked faintly, though there was no warmth in it. “You gave me a flash drive, Selene. That’s what I’m going to check.” Her heart skipped. She had handed it over without thin