THE MARRIAGE HE BURNS: The divorce He Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Marissa POVAfter Alaric left, I took a deep breath. Asshole. My heart would not stop beating fast. Lucien walked in; he strode over to my desk.“Neil already took Levi home.”Neil is Levi's nanny and bodyguard. She might look ordinary, but she is one of the best. She is trained to kill any threat to her employer, and she is also a well-trained nanny.“Thanks.” He sat opposite me. I focused on the paperwork. I didn’t want him to know I was affected….“I saw your ex-husband.”I looked up at him. “What is it, Lucia?”“Nothing.”“I know you. Something is bothering you.”“I don’t think I could handle….”“Listen, Lucia,” he held my hand. “You can do it. You can handle anything. You can do anything….”“What if he agrees to sign… the contracts? We will be seeing each other more.”“You stupid girl… do you still like him?” he said softly.“No. What I felt for him… is hatred. He let them harm my child. He was supposed to believe me. I gave up everything for him….”“Lucia…”“I know….”I nodded.

Marissa POVI was personally invited to a charity dinner. The reason I was invited was obvious…they all want to know the woman who stole the Aldens’ heir’s heart. This made me realize how stupid people can be. Is it not obvious that Lucien and I look a little similar? Well, I don’t blame them. He and I act more like lovers than siblings in public. They all think I am just a distraction to shift attention away from the Aldens’ heiress…which I am. I am the distraction, and I am the heiress. I laughed mentally.I looked around for Lucien. He disappeared immediately after we got here. He has been acting suspicious lately, and Aria should be here somewhere. I need to talk to her about something. I bit my tongue, wondering where she and Lucien could have gone. That twin brother of mine left me here to fend for myself…to deal with people who know nothing other than how to kiss up to those they think they can use for their benefit.I was served a glass of wine by a passing waiter. I sipped it

Marissa POVAfter I left the female restroom, Lucien was already waiting for me outside the male restroom. “L…Lucia,” he said as he hugged me.“You can’t call me that name,” I whispered. “Why are you still tipsy?” I put my hand on his wrist. He was drugged.“How did you get drugged, Lucien?”“I don’t k…know.”“Let’s get you home first.” I brought out my phone and called for the guards. I met them at the back of the hotel, and they bowed to me immediately.“Get him home, he is drugged.”“Yes, ma’am.”“Make sure to give me a call when you get home.”“Yes, ma’am,” they all said together.I walked back to the main hall. Aria approached me. “You finally came to see me.”“Sorry, I got distracted by a client who needs my help,” I said. She looked around. “Where is Mr. Lucien?”“He was drugged.”“Do you know who…”“I don’t. It is either I was the target or him.” I wondered what made him drink that much that he didn’t notice he was getting drugged.“What kind of drug?” I looked at her and whis

Marissa POV“S… Sable.”“Hello, Emilio.”“Fuck!”I smirked when his face went pale.I released his wrist. “Goddamn. You should warn a woman.”“What are you doing here?” he asked as I sipped my drink, watching him lean against the bar.“Are you here to see me?” he flirted.“In your dreams, Emilio. I am here to see Giuseppe,” I said.“Talk to me instead. Giuseppe just found a new toy. He is busy with..” I raised my brows in question.“Call him and tell him I am here, or I blow up your third leg.”He quickly covered his pelvic area with his hands. I looked at him dead serious.“Fuck, you are serious,” he said when I placed my hand over my gun holster.He raised both hands. “Okay, I am joking,” he said, pulling out his phone and calling Giuseppe. They spoke in Italian.“Follow me. You owe me one.”“I owe you nothing.”“Who pissed in your food, Dolcezza?”“Shut up and move it.”We walked into a large office. A man sat behind a massive desk with a sleeping woman in his arms. I was a little

Alaric POV I walked into the mansion. I had been trying to get through to Marissa, and every time I called her office, the secretary kept saying she was on vacation. We were supposed to start the project immediately. I might have delayed because of my pride, but why the hell would she take a vacation when… “Alaric…” I turned to Stella and mentally sighed. “What is it?” I asked. “I came to apologize about what happened… I mean, the cake.” “Stella, I am over that. If you are done, please leave. I have a lot to do,” I said, walking away. “Don’t go…” She held my forearm, stopping me from leaving. I looked down at her hand. “I am sorry, Alaric. I learned from the cooks and your assistant what your allergies are… and I am willing to know what you don’t like.” “Why are you trying to please me, Stella? I don’t care if you know what my allergies are… or what I don’t like.” I removed her hand from my arm. And continued, “I knew you way before Marissa. I know what you disli