Semua Bab In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Verena The slap I sent across Jaden’s face was sharp and immediate. With shaky legs, I stepped closer to him. “Em…Em…Emi…Emily,” my voice cracked. “She is the sweetest person that I have ever met. Calm, easy-going and you toyed with her emotions because Kian put you to it?” I breathed, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape my bottom lashes. Jaden whipped his head to me and where I expected fire or a confrontation, he only straightened his cuffs—his eyes void of remorse or any other emotions. Dead eyes. “Miss Verena Carson, I understand how upset you are and you have the right to feel that way but, I’m only doing my job,” He spoke to me with that professional calmness. My head spun, throat tight and heavy with the words that failed to sputter from my mouth. “Your job?” The sheer audacity made me feel sick to my stomach. I couldn't believe that I always thought he was different. Emily called me last night while I was battling with the emotions that

Kian “How is that every plan to win back that stone-hearted woman has failed woefully—” I bit into my burger, reaching for the can of soda at the same time as I popped it open. I didn’t care that I was making a mess. I have been starving for hours. Mikaelson Williams has made it his life goal to frustrate me. While he always acted like he was only following dad’s instructions, I knew he was doing this out of his personal vendetta against me just because I fucked his bitch years back. What was her name again? Sana? Serena? The cold fizz slid down my throat—heaven—as I darted my eyes to Jaden who picked up a fry and tossed it in his mouth. “No answer?” I waited till he finished chewing. Jaden’s eyes locked on mine. I could see that tiny flicker of tiredness in them. He drew in a long breath. “Two factors are involved here. Your uncle—” A low growl rumbled from my chest. I didn’t want to hear about him. “—and the second factor, Miss Verena Carson isn’t in love with

Verena In my twenty-six years of existence, I have never seen someone who had so much time on their hands like Ashley Delavine. I would have to give it to her though. She was relentlessly bent on tearing Daxton and me apart, to the point where it was almost comical. I tutted. “You think you are sleek, uh?” The last time I checked, I had given her my email address because I didn't want her to have my contact information. Besides, my email was hardly a place where I had personal conversations. It was only filled with work-related messages between Daxton and me, professional updates, and weird subscriptions I didn't remember signing up for. So, I knew it was her. Tamara my foot. I took a long sip of my coffee, set my mug down, flexed my fingers, and got to work. My movement on the keyboard was fast. “Ashley, don't you think you are too old for this? I mean, what makes you believe that I wouldn't know it is you? tsk tsk. You need to get more creative in your plans of te

Verena Confusion flitted across my face as I reached for the knob and turned the shower off, briefly noticing the way his fully erect dick started to grow limp. “Separate rooms?…” my eyes flickered back to his. “What is the matter Daxton? What is with the sudden change of mind?” No—that shouldn’t be the question. The real one was how we went from his teasing barely five minutes ago to this sudden shift in his mood. The muscles in his shoulders tensed. He wouldn’t even look at me. He slapped his hand over his face softly, groaning into his palm. “I don’t know Verena, I just believe it is the right decision,” My brows furrowed. “This is coming out of nowhere and it makes no sense to me. You were so eager to have us share a room and now this…are you okay Daxton?” “Did I in any way do anything to hurt you?” Daxton shook his head, his wet hair clung to his forehead as my mind reeled with different thoughts. Could I have said something back there to piss him off? Something

Verena ~Four Days To Riley’s Wedding~ Matcha sloshed in my stomach as the driver rolled onto the cobbled stone path and as the gate rose in view, I wished he could go a little slower. We’d just pulled up in Spain for Aunt Riley’s wedding and I couldn’t help the anxiety crawling at the back of my neck. I promised that I wasn’t like this and I had actually looked forward to seeing her until I read the things written about her on a public forum. When I was still married to Kian, I’d always heard about her from Jana but I never cared for her. She didn’t even take on Cooper's family name. Took her mum’s last name instead. Riley Valcieri was an enigma in the fashion world. Feared, hard to understand, ruthless and behind the downfall of six fashion brands. To something she was fascinating, to others she was a snake waiting to strike. I read through hundreds of comments on her and it was mainly about people cussing her out. And since that time, I couldn’t help but thi