All Chapters of Ex-husband Regrets: I married a Billionaire Single-Dad: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

CLARANCETHE PAST FEW days had been a hell of nervous anguish for Clarance. She kept on checking her phone every minute, waiting for the message that would confirm that that Avery was dead.Every passing hour was just prolonged anguish for her. Whenever she got a buzz, she would immediately reach for her phone with her heart racing, and then get utterly disappointed when she saw it was another person that was calling or sending her a message.Martin noticed the change in Clarance's behavior over the past few days after she went to a meeting. He had noted the place that she went, and visited there alone in private after she got back. It was a small beat down restaurant in the middle of no where. When he asked questions, they all remembered Clarance and all her flashy glamour, but nobody could give him any information on the person she had met that day. All he knew was that it was a man, but the man was like a phantom or ghost. When he left the restaurant, he wondered whether Clarance

THE SHRILL RING of her phone made all the women closer to clarance to turn around and look at her. Biting back a curse as embarrassment flooded through her veins, she gave a sheepish smile and walked away, digging into her bag. Without checking the caller id, she answered it and put it to her ear, “Now who the fuck is this?” she snarled without any care of who was on the other side listening.A slight chuckle came through the speakers and a thick Russian accent, “Is this how you speak to people that work for you?”Her back stiffened and eyes widened as she realized who was calling. “You were supposed to have called me days ago.” She said in a fierce whisper.“And say what?” Dmitri asked.Clarance lowered her voice even further and walked away as she spoke, “I don’t know… maybe that the job has been done?”“But the job had not been done a few days ago,” Dmitri pointed out.“I don’t care!” Clarance wanted to scratch out her eyes from the frustration. The Russian assassin was really pull

Adriano stared at the phone long after the call ended, his reflection faintly visible on the darkened screen. He barely recognized the man looking back at him. He felt like a schoolboy who had been berated by his favorite teacher.A movement at the doorway pulled him out of his thoughts.He turned and saw that it was Avery. She looked as breathtaking as he first saw her even though she all she wore was just casual sleep wear and her morning face.She stood there, frozen, one hand still on the doorframe as if she had just walked in and immediately regretted it. Her hair was loosely tied back, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She wore one of the ranch’s oversized shirts, the sleeves rolled up, bare feet peeking out beneath the hem.For a split second, their eyes locked, and the air seemed to tense between them. Then she inhaled sharply. “Oh. I, uh, I didn’t realize you were in here. I should go...” She turned slightly, clearly intending to leave.“Avery,” he said before he cou

Avery Quinn was supposed to be dead. That stupid Russian assasin had failed in the only thing she needed him to do.Instead, Clarance was standing here, trying to answer questions she had no answers to. When she returned to the group, her smile was back in place, but the champagne turned sour in her mouth. She did not engage in the conversation, laughters sounded hollow.Every second she spent amongst these women felt like borrowed time.THE SHRILL RING of her phone made all the women closer to clarance to turn around and look at her. Biting back a curse as embarrassment flooded through her veins, she gave a sheepish smile and walked away, digging into her bag. Without checking the caller id, she answered it and put it to her ear, “Now who the fuck is this?” she snarled without any care of who was on the other side listening.A slight chuckle came through the speakers and a thick Russian accent, “Is this how you speak to people that work for you?”Her back stiffened and eyes widened a

AVERYJACKSON WAS WRONG.That was the first though that popped into my head as soon as I woke up. I stifled a small groan as I rolled over and stared at the ceiling.I remembered Jackson's words. He had told me to have sex one last time with Adriano, and that would put him out of my mind for good.But oh boy, he was so wrong. My stomach clenched and my heart thudded as the feeling came gushing back. I had missed everything about him, the way he held me, his scent, the way I felt when he was inside me.The sex had the adverse effect on me. Now I could not stop thinking about Adriano..."Fuck!" I muttered under my breath."That is a lovely thing to say immediately after sex," His voice cut through my thoughts.I took in a deep breath and turned around. The bright sun reflected in his eyes and he had a small smile on his face."Sorry," I muttered."Shh, there is nothing to be sorry about," He said, placing a finger to my lips.I could not take it anymore, I sat up abruptly and stood up,