Library

Search

Home / Romance / Divorce ?... That's Foreplay / Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

All Chapters of Divorce ?... That's Foreplay : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

44 Chapters

Ten

Aria’s POVNo. No. No.I didn't want him to find out like this. Not tonight. But from the moment I stepped out of the house, my phone had been lighting up with his calls. He knew. Somehow, he always knew.“I’m very sure you heard me,” his voice boomed again, firm and commanding.Marcel’s eyes stayed fixed on mine, burning, searching, but I couldn’t hold them so I dropped my gaze to the floor, shame heating my skin. I felt his grip tighten on me, rough and unyielding.Then slowly—too slowly—he turned his head toward the man who had just spoken.Aiden.My husband.Marcel’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his face. His chest rose and fell, sharp and ragged, like the air itself was betraying him.“What the fuck did this fucker just say?” Marcel demanded, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.I swallowed hard, my throat burning, my fingers trembling where Marcel still held me. I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t look at either of them. Tears blurred my vision“Answer me

Last Updated : 2025-09-18

Eleven

Aria’s POVI let out a shaky sigh.“Thank you for sharing dinner tonight. I’m sorry for the mess… my husband and I will leave now.”I gave Marcel a small, stiff bow, forcing myself not to let my eyes linger on him even though every part of me wanted to. Just one last look to see if he was alright but Aiden’s grip tightened and he pulled me out before I could.The moment we were out of Marcel’s sight, I yanked my arm free and spun to face Aiden.“Aria…”Before he could finish, my palm cracked across his cheek. His head snapped to the side, blood smearing against my skin. He slowly turned back, his jaw tight, lips parted like he wanted to explain.“Ari...”I slapped him again, harder this time. My hand stung, but I didn’t care. My chest was heaving, my heart racing.“And you better be in court on Monday.”The words left my mouth like a sentence, not a request.I walked over to the passenger seat, my hands still trembling as I pulled the door open.Yes, Aiden was my husband. But not in t

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

Twelve

Marcel's POV. “Dude, she got married.” Michael’s laugh cut through the air like a knife. “I knew she could do better than you.” “Why do I even talk to you,” I muttered, as I reached for the bottle of vodka. The weight of it in my hand was familiar, almost comforting. I tilted it, watching the liquid catch the light, and for a moment I almost smiled. Because the memory hit me. “Why exactly do you like vodka?” Aria’s voice. Soft and Teasing As she climbed on top of me straddling my sides …sneaking up on me while I was stretched out on the bed. “Whiskey has a finer taste.” She was wearing my shirt. Just my shirt,g it swallowed her whole, hanging off her shoulders, brushing against her thighs, but still managing to look like it was made for her. A better fit than anything else I’d ever seen her in. She wrinkled her nose, holding the glass between us like she was studying it. I took it from her hand , smirking because we’d always had a difference of opinion on drinks. “How about you

Last Updated : 2025-09-21

Thirteen

Aria’s POVShe conned me. After she left, I tasted the thumb I’d used to wipe her tears and it was water. Not salty at all. Then she promised to help with the cookies and ended up falling asleep. By the time she woke, the cookies were done and I was already getting ready to leave.She came running toward me and for a second, I thought she wanted one last hug. But no. She ran straight past me. Apparently, not missing an episode of Sofia The First was far more important than her mother leaving for two days. The young lady even shut the door behind me on my way out. Somehow, I was the one crying.The car pulled to a stop in front of Marcel’s estate. I quickly wiped my eyes, forcing myself to breathe evenly. As the gates opened and the car rolled inside, it struck me how empty the place looked. Silent. Almost deserted. Just rows of trees.We….He used to live in a penthouse. Why go from that to this… a manor? The car rolled to a stop and before I could reach for the handle, my door swung o

Last Updated : 2025-09-22

Fourteen

Marcel's POV Yes, I booked out every hotel within two miles. Fine, three. Whatever. Five.Point is — I did it. And this receptionist? She had the acting skills of a soap opera extra. Even though I warned her, my wife can smell bullshit from a mile away.Aria turned to me, biting the inside of her cheek.She knew. Of course she knew. But she wouldn’t blow up here not in front of people.“You know,” she said quietly, her tone sharp enough to cut, “you could at least look at me.”I dragged my gaze back from the elevator to her, slowly and deliberately. She clicked her tongue, unimpressed before turning back to the receptionist.“We’ll take it,” she said flatly.The woman behind the desk gave a practiced smile. “Your bags will be sent upstairs. I can show you the—”“Excuse me, we’ll be checking out now.” A couple slid in beside us, dropping their key cards on the counter.Aria’s head snapped up. Her lips curved into a proud, almost smug smile as her eyes met mine.“I’ll take their room

Last Updated : 2025-09-24

Fifteen

Aria's pov.In five years, I built four rules for myself. Rules to survive Marcel if he ever came back.Rule One: Never be in the same room with your ex. It’s a trap.Rule Two: Never listen to a word he says. He’s a liar, a cheat… and the man who would have let Hope die.Rule Three: Never sleep with him. Not sex, not foreplay, not even a kiss. Don’t put yourself in that position.Rule Four: Never unblock his number.But in the space of two weeks, all my rules were crumbling....Rule One was broken the moment he bought my company and right now, just being here with him in this room was proof of that.Rule Two broke this afternoon…hell, a few minutes ago.Rule Three? Gone too.its just dust in the wind at this point Because Marcel lifted his hips, and his cock brushed against my folds. Heat shot through me, a moan caught at the back of my throat. My body betrayed every rule I’d ever made.“Mummy… did you hear what I said? Uncle Aiden was here.”Hope’s voice filtered through the phone in

Last Updated : 2025-09-26

Sixteen

Aria's pov.“But… you’ll suffocate,” I whispered, shocked, even as my body leaned toward the position he wanted.The thought tangled in my head...I couldn’t, I shouldn’t , but before I could finish it, Marcel pulled me on top of him. Suddenly I was back where this started, straddling his hard cock. This time I had no underwear, nothing between us, and the heat of him dragged against me. I pushed my hips, rubbing along his length, chasing the friction that made my breath stutter.His arms gripped my waist, guiding me, matching my pace. Gasps and moans slipped out of me, filling the room, the pressure building so fast I could barely think. I was right there, about to unravel, when Marcel tugged me forward.I almost came face-first into the headboard, but caught myself with my palms flat against it. A moan tore through me as I felt something wet slide across my folds.I looked down. He had me exactly where he wanted….sitting on his face.“Marcel…” I tried to pull away, tried to wriggle

Last Updated : 2025-10-01

Seventeen

Aria's POV Marcel’s eyes flicked to my cheek, that was still throbbing from the slap, before shifting back to the man.The husband turned, and when he realized who had spoken, his steps faltered.“Mr. King…” His voice shook, almost reverent, like he was addressing a celebrity. Starstruck.It wasn’t new. The King family had built its origins in Great Britain. Rumor had it—no, fact—that they were wealthier than the Queen herself. Powerful too. And the one at the head of that family now? My ex-husband.I think I need more shrimp.“Oh wow, sir, I didn’t think you would be here. It’s such an honor to meet you,” he gushed, stretching out his hand.Marcel just stared at it. Then at me and before I could make sense of it, he took the man’s hand and shook it. The anger I had seen in his face melted away, gone as if it never existed.“We have business together, don’t we?” Marcel said smoothly.Business. Of course.What just happened didn’t matter. The fact he was shaking hands with the man wh

Last Updated : 2025-10-02

Eighteen

Marcel's POV Fifteen minutes. That was all it took. Fifteen minutes to destroy what a man had built in twenty years. And it was worth every second. Whore. Skank. They had spat those words at her. My queen. My Aria. Now they would be scrubbing the floors of her office until the day they died. The ten percent still left them fifty million in the bank, but it would vanish fast. They would sell everything just to keep their heads above water, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Out of the women he had raped, three were pregnant. The fourth already had a baby. They were demanding child support too. And they would get it ,every single penny. His legacy was ash. His family name dragged through the dirt. His wealth gone, his business gone. All it took was one phone call, one headline, one truth set free. As I said, for the rest of their lives they would be scrubbing Aria’s floors until their hands were covered in blisters. That was their penance. The hundred million would serve as the

Last Updated : 2025-10-03

Nineteen

Aria's pov “What were you doing out there?”Marcel’s voice startled me. I froze halfway through the door, I can bet I looked like a deer caught in headlights . I had only been on the balcony, whispering to Hope, but still….it felt like sneaking. Sneaking to talk to my own daughter, because I didn’t want my ex-husband to find out about her.I cleared my throat and forced myself to face him. He was sitting in a chair at the end of the room, relaxed, watching me like he already knew the truth.“The weather,” I said, my tone sharper than I meant it to be. “It’s quite lovely, if you don’t spend all your time working.”My eyes slid past him, to the desk. His laptop was open, documents spilling across the screen.But his gaze wasn’t on the laptop. It was on me.“Do you expect me to never work?”He tilted his head at me, calm, curious, like he was studying my reaction. I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting the urge to snap back.It wasn’t that I didn’t want him working. It was the way he a

Last Updated : 2025-10-04

PREV

NEXT

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP

DMCA.com Protection Status