Semua Bab Divorced By My Ex, Married To A Billionaire.: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Pierce. "Not a single word," I warned Zane, already sensing the dirty gears grinding in his skull. His grin stretched wider. Never a good sign. "She got a sister?" he asked, completely ignoring my warning like the menace he is. "Her personal life isn't my concern. She's just the maid," I said flatly, eyes locked on my screen. "A maid who made you so hot and bothered you had to take matters into your own hands this morning too," he said. My head snapped up. This man had a talent for knowing exactly what he shouldn’t. "Morning wood is not her fault," I said coolly. "Once this week’s over and you hand over the properties, she won’t even be working here anymore." Zane leaned back, looking way too relaxed. "You know, I’ve been meaning to get someone to do my place, I mean laundry," he said, all fake innocence. "And since your extremely attractive maid will soon be unemployed…" My glare could’ve burned holes through steel. "Sorry, it's not gonna happen. I’ll move her to

Alexis. I switched off the stove, grinning like I’d just hit the jackpot. Finally—some proper food! It’d been days since I ate anything that wasn’t instant noodles.I packed a portion into a lunchbox, added a couple cartons of juice—hydration is essential when you’re planning a grand escape—and carefully stashed them in my backpack like they were priceless jewels.Then I turned to shoot Pierce a look. He was glued to his tablet, probably deep-diving into something that would make me seriously question his sanity.Annoying as he is (and yes, borderline pervy), I’ve got to give him credit—he knows how to act. I can't believe a time like now I was planning my wedding to Kevin with Steph helping me pick a wedding dress. But whatever. Life doesn’t stop. Now I’m single, moonlighting as a maid for a brooding billionaire, and apparently co-starring in a chaotic soap opera with Pierce freaking Carter. Wild. Honestly? This job’s starting to grow on me. I'm really gonna miss my soon to be ex b

Pierce. “Kelly’s in town,” Zane said as we stepped into the elevator. “Word is, she might drop by.”“Great. Just when I thought this day couldn’t get worse,” I muttered under my breath.Kelly—my mom’s best friend’s daughter. Our moms, in their never-ending craziness, made some ridiculous pact when they were pregnant that their kids would grow up and get married. Gross.Did they even consider we might have a say in that?I hadn’t seen Kelly in ten years. The last time was in college, and we barely exchanged two words. That should’ve been the end of it.“It’s not that big of a deal,” Zane shrugged, just as the elevator doors opened.And there she was. Alexis . In my penthouse.Wearing my sweatpants. My grey shirt. My sneakers. Looking absolutely ridiculous.She was practically drowning in fabric, like a pint-sized gremlin who broke into my closet.Zane? Laughing like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.“Welcome home, bruh,” Alexis said in this exaggerated, low voice that was so

Alexis. "Alexis, are you awake?" Sierra's voice drifted through the fog in my head. I blinked, trying to make sense of my surroundings. The room was dim, we were tied to a chair back-to-back with my best friend. Ah, kidnapped on a Monday. "Yeah, fuck," I groaned. "That shit they used on us is giving me a demonic migraine." My head pounded, everything hurt. I let out a long, exasperated sigh."I'm sorry I dragged you into this, Sierra." My voice was laced with guilt. "I had no idea Dave would actually show up. This is all my fault." She was silent for a moment. Then let out a full-on villainous laugh. "Sis, please." Her tone was almost offended. "I owe him too. I've been avoiding that cockroach for days. If anything, we both manifested this mess. Congratulations, we played ourselves." I groaned. "Wow. Manifestation really works, huh? Next time, let's manifest rich husbands instead." "Amen to that." She said. Despite the absolute horror of our situation, I couldn't help

Alexis.I have no idea what happened, but I am never eating those cookies again. I feel like I just got drop-kicked by a hurricane, tossed into a tornado, and then body-slammed by a tsunami. "What the hell did you put in those cookies, Sierra?!" I groaned, sprawled out on the couch. Everything felt way too heavy, and the entire room was moving in a wavy, bouncy manner that was both terrifying and hilarious. Sierra stormed in, took one look at the empty box on my table, and screamed. "Oh my God, Alexis! You ate the green cookies?" I blinked up at her, my brain moving ten times slower than usual. "Sierra, what did you do to me?" She sighed dramatically. "Those were weed cookies for my client, Alexis. I explicitly told you not to eat the ones with the green ribbon. You were supposed to eat the purple ribbon ones. Those had chocolate chips!" I groaned, rubbing my face. "In my defense… you should have locked up the dangerous ones." "See why you should listen when I talk!" s