Semua Bab THREE CHANCES LEFT EX-HUSBAND : Bab 11 - Bab 15

Dione's POV My phone rang again, the third time. And I didn't only hang up but this time, I hung up and switched it to mute mode, returning my attention on my path as I found my way out of the beach side towards my car.If I didn't know better I'd mistake Aldric's multiple calls as an emergency over something important.My phone buzzed and vibrated again. I checked. Aldric, again. My eyes dulled and drained of feeling.And my mind filled up to the brim with a thousand thoughts.A sigh escaped my lips.I threw my phone into my bag, ignoring the call and just settling into the car.And then I heard a car rev up from a distance, just as I almost drove away.Kalen.I noticed Kalen and one other man in the silver SUV.How long have they been there?I didn't need bodyguarding now.I wanted to be left alone.“Hey!” I waved my hand and hollered to get their attention to me and then I returned my hands and waited as they approached.“Hi,” I greeted in response to their curt bows.“Can you gu

Dione's POVSilence lay damp and heavy throughout the journey like a pressure foam.Instead, my ears sang and sirened on their own, save for the several honks, loud screeches, and roaring revs of the traffic on Philipa Street.Alexander's gaze remained on the streets and his hands on the steering wheel while I melted into the leather seat beside him. My head rested on the neck guide and was slightly tilted to the side towards Alexander.He used to be vibrant, teasy, and playful, but now he has suddenly grown cold and very impassive. I can't help but wonder if he is alright on the inside.The way he’s warm this moment and chilly the next. The way he would say sweet things, but his eyes remain stoic and void of feeling, like the words didn’t just roll out of his mouth.Suddenly, he cleared his throat and his voice pierced through the haze of silence like a knife. “I've been on my thoughts lately and I want to be sure you are safe in that house with him,” he stated rather than asked.I s

Alexander's POV“Hey,” I whistled to the DJ and snapped my fingers, signaling to him to switch up the music to something different.It's night already, the hour that night-crawling men and ladies who came to the hotel want something dark to move their lazy asses to.Sitting at my usual spot at the far angle of the booming room, I watched people seat themselves in groups. Some ate peacefully, while some jerked their bones and flesh to the rhythm.These scenes always gave me peace. That was why when Donald inquired what I wanted to do, I chose the hotel business.Now I have lots of them handy all over the city and in other countries like Japan, Korea, and even Africa.Unlike Father, who loved strictly companies and industries. I built hotels, restaurants, clubs, and resorts instead.Fun…just for fun. My motive was for fun.My vision was to build a place where people can forget the dark in their hearts.Though it was different for me. Because since I was a child, I wanted to be alone. Qu