All Chapters of THE EX-WIFE HE COULDN’T DESTROY : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Seated on the couch was Elysia whose gaze was fixed on the floor with both elbows placed on her knees, and beside her was a small table that had a cup at the top; a cup that contained coffee, although it had been drunk halfway. “First of a thousand,” she let out a tired sigh, the sarcasm in her tone pretty evident, irrespective of the fact that the tiredness has found its way onto her oval-shaped face. “Argh,” another one escaped her lips, and she laid down on the couch, shutting her house for a brief moment. Amongst the listless things Elysia cancelled from her books, disappointment was among the top, next to lateness, so she made sure the first day was energetic, putting every ounce of her energy into the concert since she knew fully that some of them came from a different continent, so she knew what they needed, and without anything remaining, she gave it back to them. After wrestling with her body for almost an eternity, she got to her feet, placing her shoes in the right posi

Seraphina stopped at the huge gate, tilting her head to the side for a second before turning to the guards carrying her luggage, and after that she pressed a button that was by the side of the gate and in less than a minute, the gatekeeper came out.“How may I–” He swallowed his words immediately his gaze met with Seraphina, and his lips curved into a smile, revealing his teeth. “Oh, it's Ms. Laurent.” Seraphina shrugged, returning the smile before she walked in. “The half breed queen.” The man who had opened the gate let out a soft chuckle since he understood what she meant by that. Seraphina's dad was a French man, but then, her mom was from America.She paused just as she looked at her right hand side, narrowing her gaze as she walked past the flowers in the garden. “Bougainvillea,” she inhaled, tracing her hand on a particular flower, but not too long after that, she walked up to another, squatting beside it, it was a chrysanthemum, and after tracing a finger on another, which

Day, afternoon and night; Alicia had accepted rejection, slowly making a name for herself even after shedding tears, sweat and blood. One thing has kept her going— the fact that there was something she needed to find out, something she had to do in a place far away, where her thoughts will not be diverted. She sat on the wooden bench with a pocket knife. She was on a grey coloured singlet that was up to her navel; just a few inches above it, and a black jean that stopped above her boots. Her hair that was usually long to her waist was now three to five centimeters shy of her shoulder, and finally, she rose to her feet, wiping off the blood on her shoulder. She had gotten it from a crime scene that saw her uniform torn. “Miss Lehman,” a feminine voice called her and she paused, turning back to the lady that had ginger coloured hair. From her uniform you could tell that she was above Alicia's level. “Yes?” Alicia responded in a hoarse tone, a testament to the fact that time and ci

Calvin pushed his suit up, staring at the Rolex wrist watch, although the reflection of the sun made him squint, and just like he lost interest, he walked into the car, before driving off. “Mr. Hemsworth,” it was Mr. Henderson, approaching him with a smile on his face, and just as he got there, Calvin stretched forth a hand and the latter accepted it without hesitation. “I’m sorry that I was away for long,” he whispered, pulling out his hand before turning to the books in Mr. Henderson's hand. “Thank you for covering up for me.” Mr. Henderson smiled, inhaling deeply. “Well, it didn't come for free.” He muttered under his breath, but the irony there could not be hidden. Not like he tried to do that anyway. “So tell me, how much do I get to pay?” Calvin inquired, leaning in as Mr. Henderson's lips parted open. He shrugged, holding the book in his hands tighter. “That was just another one of my jokes, so it's no big deal.” “Well, I think it's fine to appreciate your efforts,” sinc

Two months was all Orion needed to gain full entry to the school; he knew well enough that if there was anything he had to grow in order to get close to the children it was patience, and he exercised it. Irrespective of the fact that he was famous, the school had to do some findings on him— criminal record, how trustworthy he could be, and others, but above all, there was one thing they did not check. His financial status.Every breathing thing that knew Orion knew just how rich he was, and not just that, he was also influential.“When next will they be having a meeting?” Orion asked in the car, taking off his sunglasses. “Umm…” the driver paused, flipping some pages before he finally paused, tracing a finger above a line. “Two days from now sir.” Elysia had returned to the city, and ever since then Orion had been cautious, taking note of every time there was a chance she was going to show up at school.“Fair enough,” he inhaled sharply, stepping out of the car just as the driver