All Chapters of THE EX-WIFE HE COULDN’T DESTROY : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Orion hung up, walking towards the chair with a straight face, making it almost impossible for you to know that he just heard a convincing news. He walked towards the office table that was close to him, opening the drawer just as he got there, and he squinted, moving his gaze from one place to the other; he had searched his pocket earlier, but he did not find what he was looking for. “The heck?” He rose to his feet, placing his hand on his waist after searching his pocket again. He searched the top of the table, but still, he was not able to find it, and he slammed his fist on the table. “Fuck,” he cursed underneath his breath, his gaze darting between the table and the floor, close to the door since he thought it might have fallen there. Suddenly, it felt like a surge of realization surged through him, and he narrowed his gaze on his briefcase, approaching it, and just as he unzipped it, he heaved a sigh, falling to his chair just as he picked up the key. “Goodness gracious,” H

Elysia’s eyes fluttered open to the insistent buzz of her phone alarm. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was; the ceiling above her was smooth and pale, not the faint cream color of her bedroom back home. The sheets around her were tucked too neatly, the pillows stacked with a precision she was never conscious of back at home. Then it was at that point it hit her: the hotel. Italy. The first day of her book tour.She rolled over and silenced the alarm, exhaling softly as the room fell into quiet again. Funny, she thought, how hotels always carried a subtle sense of impersonality, but this one? It had some similarities with her home, the soft hum of the air conditioner that seemed to remind her of the one from the living room some years ago, before she finally changed it into a bigger one. After laying there for almost forever, she heaved a sigh, rubbing off the remainder of sleep from her eyes. “All right,” she murmured to herself, throwing the covers aside. “Day one.”Her b

Orion pulled over, glancing at the huge building of Solace press that was built with glass from the beginning to the bottom; he knew truly that Elysia has slowly grown in progress over the years.. in silence. “Wow,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his mouth before taking a sip of the water in his bottle, then he got down from his car, picking up his phone as he walked towards the building. He had chosen to show up unannounced, since Elysia had always told him to come only when it was business related, and at a time, she told him to contact her instead of stressing himself to come over. But he knew what she was trying to say even though he did not argue with her, but then, it was as though he had a renewed sense of hope immediately he found out that those children were not Damon's. Digging further was pointless, he knew the similarity between him and the boy, and just as he got closer to the building, he was taken aback as a sense of realization washed over him. He remembered the d

Elysia got down from the SUV, taking off her sunglasses before letting out a long sigh with a look of happiness masking her face. From a distance, she walked past the stadium, smiling at the thousands of eager fans holding their copy of the books. Not just the woman he could never love, but some also had ‘echo between us' another one of her masterpieces. “Fantastic,’’ she muttered under her breath as she moved further, the bouncers were behind her, cautious of the surroundings, and finally, Elysia entered a room, where she met a lady in a brown suit and a matching palazzo. “Good day ma'am,” the woman greeted, stretching a hand. Although Elysia was cautious, she knew keeping someone waiting was not an ideal thing to do, and she took the hand, her gaze narrowing. “Miss Monica?” She asked, unsure, but the lady's smile changed that expression into something solid, and a nod followed. “Yes,” she replied, pressing her lips together.“A little introduction wouldn’t have hurt, don’t yo

Damon walked further, venturing outside the building, under the scorching sun, but it seemed as though he was not bothered by it, since there was something hotter than it— his temper. “Doctor Melissa?!” He barked, squinting. “Who the hell brought up that idea?”Jake pushed his hair backward, rising up from where he was. “I don't think that should be the question.” “What do you mean?” It was Damon, clearly infuriated to the point of sending his fist to the building. “Why the hell do you keep beating around the bush?” “Are you doing this to see my reaction or something?” He pressed, giving Jake no room to give an answer to the bunch of questions he had asked. “That's not it,” the former started, and his lips parted open, but after giving it some thoughts, he closed his mouth, shaking his head for a moment with his eyes shut. “Then what is it?” Jake ran a hand through his hair, hesitation flickering in his eyes for a mere moment. “We had a meeting about two days ago, and just as yo