My CEO Ex-Husband's Regret: Chasing His Dying Wife Back 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

"Oh I dare you." Sophia's voice turned ugly and sharp. "You think because you're rich now, you can walk all over us? In your dreams, Ivy. Just a month ago you were garbage begging for scraps and now designer clothes suddenly make you better than me? Your jealousy reeks."I laughed. Actually laughed because the irony was too delicious to ignore."My jealousy?" I repeated, still laughing. "Sophia, your jealousy and envy will be your own undoing. You're so busy trying to prove you're better than me that you don't even realize you've already lost.""I haven't lost anything! I have your husband, your son, your life—""You have my leftovers and you're welcome to them." I cut her off. "But speaking of my son, he told me something interesting today. He said you're mean to him when Alexander isn't around."Silence on the other end.I knew Lucas would never lie about something like that but her silence actually confirmed it and I am fighting with all my self control right now not to go all craz

I walked into the penthouse feeling like I'd been hit by a truck.And honestly maybe I was hit by a truck. My entire body ached from the tension of that dinner. My jaw hurt from clenching it so hard. My head pounded from pretending to be dizzy and then having to sit through an hour of Vivienne interrogating me about every decision I'd made at Blackwood Industries.But I'd won. That was what mattered.Isabella had been sent away in disgrace. Vivienne had actually smiled at me. Vincent looked at me like I was someone worth respecting instead of just pitying.I should have felt victorious.Instead, I just felt exhausted. Nothing could ever help me get used to this life.Maya was sprawled on the couch when I walked in, still in her work clothes from earlier. She looked as wrecked as I felt."How was family dinner from hell?" she asked without opening her eyes."I faked being poisoned by Isabella's wine and got her thrown out."Maya's eyes snapped open. "You what?"I chuckled mirthlessly.

"H-His name was Ryan." I was hot and aching all over. "I don't care what his name was." His lips finally made contact, not a kiss but a slow, open-mouthed drag up the column of my throat. My eyes fluttered closed and a small whimper left my lips. "All I could think about was breaking every bone in his hand for touching what's mine." I couldn’t believe I was getting so wet for this guy who was literally whispering murderous things in my ear. Was I that far gone for Ares? "I'm not yours." I bit out. "Aren't you?" He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark. Intense. "Then why are you still dancing with me? Why didn't you slap me and walk away?" Because I couldn't. Because despite everything, despite knowing how dangerous he was, despite knowing this was a terrible idea, I wanted this. Wanted him. The music pounded around us, the beat syncing with the frantic rhythm of my heart. His hand on my stomach slipped lower, his fingertips brushing the top of my pubic bo

I woke up with a headache and a very specific memory of exactly why my lips were swollen.Ares.His hands. His mouth. The way he'd looked at me while I came apart underneath him.I groaned and pulled a pillow over my face.What the hell had I been thinking? Oh right, I hadn't been thinking at all. I'd been feeling and wanting and giving in to something that was definitely going to make my life more complicated.My phone said it was seven AM. Monday morning. Time to face reality and pretend last night never happened.I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the club smell and hopefully some of the tension still coiled tight in my body. It didn't work. I could still feel Ares's hands on my skin. Still hear the rough sound of his voice in my ear.Stop it, I told myself firmly. It was a mistake. A one-time thing. It's over now.I got dressed in a navy suit that screamed professional and definitely not "I had my neighbor's hands all over me last nigh

My face burned. "I wasn't aware of that previous decision.""Clearly." Genevieve's smile was sympathetic. False. "Perhaps you should review last quarter's decisions before making new ones? It's important to understand the strategic context before approving budgets that directly contradict your father's established policies."Every person at that table was staring at me. Some looked uncomfortable. Others looked satisfied. Marcus, sitting near the end, was practically smirking.I looked at Vincent. Waiting for him to say something. To defend me. To explain that I was still learning.He said nothing. Just watched me with those cold, calculating eyes.This was a test. He was letting me handle it. Letting me sink or swim on my own."You're right," I said, keeping my voice steady even though I wanted to crawl under the table. "I should have reviewed previous decisions before making that approval. The marketing increase is retracted pending further review of efficiency metrics."Genevieve's