All Chapters of My CEO mate: Divorce made me his: Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

EZRATwo days ago, I woke up chained to Malik.Now, we’re being marched toward the amphitheatre—the outside hearing court—like dogs on display. Or sacrifices. Or both.My mind’s been blank since.Not the kind of blank that feels peaceful. No. It’s the kind that scrapes you clean inside, leaves nothing behind but static and the distant memory of pain. It’s easier that way, easier than trying to hold onto what I saw just before he dragged me back into hell and gave me nothing but water laced with Virex—vampire poison in liquid form.Tasteless, but brutal. It burns down my throat and scorches my insides just enough to keep me conscious but weak. No blood. No reprieve. Just time and rot and the metallic ache of power draining from my bones.Blood’s been seeping from my pores for hours now, my body rejecting itself, my veins drying out. Malik said something earlier. Maybe a joke. Maybe a prayer. I didn’t hear it, simply can't.The blood lust is overwhelming that I'd considered drinking fro

THEAThe air here is strange.It tastes like smoke. Like grief bottled and distilled, then poured into my lungs with every breath I take.Like death is sitting inside my chest… waiting.I’m not built for this world. I feel it in my blood, in my bones, in the way the air here scrapes against my skin like sandpaper. It doesn't want me here.But I keep walking.Because I want him.My knees shake. My hands tremble. Something warm drips from my nose and face—I think it’s blood or tears, but I can’t even tell anymore. Everything hurts in a way I’ve never known. Like I'm dying.And maybe I am.But when my eyes land on the figure on the podium—God.I shatter all over again.Ezra.I whisper his name like a prayer to a god I stopped believing in.He’s—He’s not the man I knew.He looks like something torn out of the pages of a nightmare. A creature carved from ruin and rage.Veins black and clawed hands curled in agony. Wings, if I can still call them that, shredded and soaked in blood that sh

EZRAWhen I wake, it’s not to chains or cold stone.It’s silk.Warm, soft, suffocating silk.The ceiling above me is polished obsidian, etched with the old markings of my house, the ones they never removed, no matter how far I fell. A chandelier dangles in the corner, the scent of nightshade oils and fresh linen clinging to the air.I blink once.Twice.No dungeon. No court. No Malik’s snoring to the left. No guards standing with virex-laced spears at the door.Just my room.The one I locked after leaving for the human world, the one they locked after my disgrace and the one I thought I'd never see again.I try to move, and a dull ache grips my limbs and my chest. Residual virex still burns in my veins and then, everything comes rushing in.Thea.The trial.The screams.The trade.Her memories.My jaw tightens so hard it clicks.They took her from me. She gave them everything.And I let her.Rage rises, thick and black in my chest.I’m going to tear this place apart even if it kills

EZRAI stand before the Twelve. Behind them, the Seven Chiefs perch like crows on a wire, judging, watching, waiting.The room is cold. Too quiet.Like the air itself is holding its breath.I cross my arms, staring up at them, refusing to bow. I’m already halfway buried so there's no need to bend.Lord Naskai is the first to speak.“Ezra Vale, first turned, son of the Abyss, wielder of the Old Flame—”“Can we skip the titles?” I mutter. “I get it. You’re all impressed I was kinda saved from eternal slumber and you didn't force it on me because you are too proud to go back on your words.”He ignores me.Of course.He continues, “—you’ve completed your first trial. Now, the second awaits.”I almost rolled my eyes. But still, I wait in silent anticipation.One of the shadow guards steps forward on behalf of the council as their spokesperson. “We present two options. Both… equal in weight. You will choose.”They say that like it’s fair.Like there’s a choice here at all.I know them, the