Todos los capítulos de No Longer Theirs: The One They Can't Replace: Capítulo 501 - Capítulo 510

Ezekiel's tall, broad frame and perfectly toned muscles filled Winter's view. She couldn't bring herself to look away.His brow lifted slightly, and his dark eyes held emotions she couldn't read—scrutiny, curiosity, and a hidden desire.Winter's heart raced like a panicked deer. Biting the soft flesh of her lip, she slipped from beneath Ezekiel's arm like an eel. She buried herself under the blankets, only her reddened, puffy eyes visible.Ezekiel lowered his gaze, studying her intently. His shoulder-blade muscles shifted under his skin. The fevered passion and chaos of last night surged through his thoughts.His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing grew heavier. Beneath the fabric of his pants, a smoldering heat stirred."Mr. Fulton, I… I'm already married, and I have a child," Winter murmured, her voice low and trembling. "It's not my place to be responsible for you… but I can try to make amends!""Make amends? And how exactly do you intend to do that?"Ezekiel spoke with a

Winter recognized Ezekiel's hand in this once more. Furious, she wore a mask of indifference and spoke in a frosty tone."What? Is Mr. Reginald really that bad? I ran into some trouble at the summit yesterday, but he came to my rescue. He is a gentleman through and through. He didn't seem anywhere near as frightening as you make him sound.""Reginald is like a cat acting friendly toward a mouse. He's up to no good!" George replied.Winter smirked. "If Mr. Reginald is the cat, then who's the mouse?"George smacked his own lips, frustration practically scorching his throat."All I ask is that you trust Mr. Ezekiel this once. He would never harm you! After what happened last night, can you honestly say Reginald had nothing to do with it?"Winter frowned, remembering the juice the waiter had placed before her.Something had been off about that juice. Could Reginald have tampered with it?Thoughts raced through her mind, and she drifted into deep contemplation.Winter knew that not

As she left the hotel, Winter tried calling Michelle again, but there was still no answer.She crossed the street and bought a coffee from a cafe. After finishing it, she hesitated for a long moment before deciding to contact Michelle's family.If Michelle hadn't gone home last night, they needed to report her missing immediately.Winter didn't believe Reginald would target her secretary. Michelle was innocent, almost too trusting. To a man with Reginald's power and influence, she posed no threat at all.But now the clues suggested something else.The person who spiked the drinks and set the trap might not have been Reginald at all.If that was the case, whether Michelle had been targeted as well was unknown.Just then, Winter's phone rang. Her eyes widened in relief as she answered the call immediately."Mich! Where are you?""Winter… I'm in a hotel room. I just woke up…"Michelle's voice was weak, as if all the strength had been drained from her. "Winter… I feel awful. I fe

"I swear, nothing happened! Really!" George forced a bitter smile before adding, "Even if… Even if something had happened, Mr. Fulton, look at me. With my background, what respectable young lady would ever want anything to do with me? I'll only end up causing trouble for whoever comes near me."Ezekiel swallowed the whiskey, his throat moving as he did. "You've left the gangs behind. I've cleared your name. You're not the same George who was once trapped in the shadows. Stop selling yourself short."George pressed his lips together. That young lady, Michelle, was adorable, playful, and a little wild last night—but that was all there was to it. He wouldn't develop any romantic feelings. Right from the start, they were from two entirely separate worlds.At that moment, George's phone vibrated. A subordinate sent him surveillance footage.He opened it, eyes widening. "Mr. Fulton, look at this!"Ezekiel took the phone with his right hand, whiskey in his left, gaze lowering.The foota

Night had fallen over Rippleview Court, lights glowing across the grounds.Stroud Group's latest new energy vehicle was about to launch, and Joshua had spent nearly a month working from dawn until late, returning home only to lock himself in his study, seemingly tireless.Tonight, he came home early for once. As he stepped inside, the sound of his son's joyful laughter greeted him."Ha! I won again! I won again!"Joshua froze, his heart skipping a beat.For a fleeting moment, he remembered when the living room had often been filled with Terence's laughter. Every time he entered, Winter would be there, playing with their son—either assembling LEGO sets or helping him operate his robot toys.Back then, Terence was still very young, and the robot toys were slightly advanced for his age. But Terence was sharper than most kids his age, and he handled the robots with ease.Winter's robots were homemade, slightly rough in design, not flashy, but more agile than anything on the market.