All Chapters of QUEEN OF ASHES: RISE OF THE SCORNFUL EX-WIFE!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Jace’s POVThe hospital hallway felt longer than it actually was. It was stretched out in endless white under the dim glow of fluorescent lights. Staring at nothing, I was sitting slouched on one of the chairs, my elbows on my knees and my hands locked together. My grip was so tight that my knuckles had turned pale.Sitting next to me on my left was my father. His posture was perfect as always as the weight of authority pressed down on every breath he exhaled.To my right, several chairs down was Avery. She was simmering with her arms folded on her chest and lips pressed into a thin line. It was all because of my father's presence that she was yet to create a ruckus, otherwise, she would have forcefully made her way into Dom’s ward.Taking a deep breath, I shifted my gaze to the ward where Dom’s name was attached to. It has just been a few minutes since Lisa walked in but I couldn't help but shift on my seat. The so called few minutes were looking like an hour now. Leaning into my

Jace’s POVIt had been an hour since we returned from the hospital but yet, I haven't taken a step towards the stairs. I was on the couch, holding out the crisp, cream colored folder which was heavy in my hands. My father’s bold handwriting was staring up at me from the first page. It was scrawled across the project proposal he had shoved at me earlier. I didn’t want this. Not because I couldn’t handle it but because accepting this project under the Davenport name meant exposure. It meant attention and in no time people would start digging, and I had too many skeletons in my cupboard. Taking a deep breath, I leaned back into the couch, running a hand down my face while staring at the ceiling as if it would provide an answer. My pulse throbbed in my temple. I could already hear the whispers: Jace Davenport finally takes the reins. The business world was like a vulture pit, and vultures had sharp eyes. If they looked too closely, they would discover the truth and everything I ha

Dominic’s POVHome. — The word which was supposed to be comforting felt foreign and suffocating. It had been years since I was benched. I was always on that move and the only time I returned home was at the end of the day. On my request, I was discharged from the hospital yesterday after spending two days. It was suffocating to wake up only to see myself in a pitiful position. I was still sore from the accident. The cast on my leg itched like fire, my ribs ached when I shifted, and walking became a chore. Before now, shuttling around was one of the most easiest task. I could even do it absent mindedly but now I had to be extra careful.A missed step was all that was needed to send a bout of pain running through my veins. To keep up with business, I had turned my living room into a makeshift office. Papers were littered on the coffee table in front of me, my laptop hummed on the armrest, and my phones were resting by my elbow. If I couldn’t dominate in the boardroom, then I woul

Lisa’s POVClaire was persistent in trying to get a response from me and I felt bad for airing her. “Hang in there, okay." Those were her last words before she hung up. It has been about five minutes since the call ended but I haven't said a word. I just sat there, staring at the phone in my hand. My knuckles were pale from how tightly I had been gripping my phone. Jace on the other hand hasn't moved. He had remained static with his gaze on me with that unshakeable intensive gaze of his. He didn't have to ask me to repeat what Claire had said as he heard every bit of our conversation. Taking a deep breath, I turned on my phone and pressed the call button beside Dominic's name. A part of me was wondering what I was doing. I was calling the same man who thrived on chaos and had ripped so much from me. But I wasn’t about to sit back and let him think I was weak. Finally, the lines connected and his voice slithered through the speaker like smoke under a door.“Well, well,” Domini

Lisa’s POVAfter the meeting with the minister, time seemed to pass by quickly and in no time, it was already five pm, an hour before dinner with the Davenports. “Let's see what we have here," I muttered, pulling open my walk-in closet for the third time. The lights flickered on, swallowing the space in soft golden light. Taking in a deep breath, I shut my eyes for a split second. My nerves were frayed, not to talk about the slamming of my heart against my chest. I had changed my dress three times already but nothing seemed perfect to me. Just when I was going to pick my outfit at random, my eyes settled on a dark green gown that was elegant but not loud. It was perfect. Tonight wasn’t about drawing attention, it was about survival. Jace had given me a prep talk about Davenport dinners. He sounded comical when he said dinner was not the meals but instead it was a battlefield served on fine china.Now standing behind the mirror, I was fastening my earrings in place when I felt h