Todos os capítulos de His Loss: Divorced Heiress is now on top: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Elara walked through the restaurant with her heels clicking against the marble floor. Heads turned as she made her way to Rebecca's table. Becky, her fiery red hair friend was practically glowing under the amber lights. She looked as stunning as ever—that "face card" was still the most reliable currency in the city. She leaned back, swirling a martini, looking completely bored while talking to a guy in a suit that cost more than a small car leaned. He seemed desperate for her attention.Elara knew the drill. Becky was a master of the "flirt and fly." She’d give a man just enough hope to buy her a drink, then disappear the moment he started talking about "future plans."Elara cleared her throat. A smile spread across her face as she reached the table.Becky’s eyes snapped up, ignored the man mid-sentence, and lit up like a firework. "Oh, thank God," she mouthed, before standing up to pull Elara into a suffocating hug."About time!" Becky cried, pulling back to look Elara up and dow

Vivienne stared at the high-quality photos spread across her desk. Every time she looked at Elara’s face, her jaw throbbed with pain. She pressed a cold ice pack against her skin, but it did nothing to cool the fire in her chest.After she had complained to Alex about the attack at the ice cream shop, she expected him to ruin Elara. Instead, he had gone on a date with her.A vein popped in Vivienne’s forehead. She had spent a fortune to make sure this happened. It cost a lot of money to hire a photographer skilled enough to tail high-society people without being caught, but she didn't care about the price. She wanted proof, and now she had it."You think you can just come back and take what's mine?" Vivienne whispered to the photo of Elara.Vivienne’s hand froze over the "send" button. Her plan had been so simple: blackmail Alex with the photos. She knew Elara was supposedly married now, and in high society, a scandal like this would ruin a woman’s reputation. If Alex truly cared abo

Alex stood in his office. His head was spinning. He touched his lip and saw the blood.He finally felt like he was getting through to her. He knew she had a new life now. She had a husband and two kids. He would never want to take kids away from their father. That would be cruel.But a part of him was arrogant. He truly believed he could be a better father to them. He had the money, the power, and the heart to protect them. He wanted to give Elara and her children everything they ever dreamed of.He wiped his mouth with his handkerchief. The office door swung open. Alexander saw Vivienne standing there, looking smug. Behind her was McKayla, his executive assistant, who looked pale and exhausted from trying to stop her."Hey baby," Vivienne said in a sultry voice. "It’s okay, McKayla. You can leave now."McKayla let out a long breath of relief, quickly stepped out, and closed the door behind her.Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt a headache coming on."What?" Vivienne

Elara had made it her mission ro avoid Alexander at all costs. After all their interactions so far, she knew it would be dangerous to let him get close. She couldn't forget what she was here for--revenge. She had to made Alexander and his father pay for what they had put her and her family through. She sat back at her desk and stared at her computer screen. Suddenly, an email notification popped up. It was from Ethan Varney, an old friend she had met after she fled the city years ago.Ethan was a powerful businessman in finance. He was rich, handsome, and incredibly kind. He had tried to date her even while she was pregnant, but Elara’s heart had been too broken to let anyone in. Now, he was emailing to say he was coming to Vanguard City for a big business deal. He wanted to see her again.Elara thought about it. Ethan was a good man. He was persistent, sweet, and great with Lyra and Leo."It’s not such a bad idea," she whispered to herself. Her heart thumped with excitement, makin

Elara took his hand reluctantly and Alexander pulled her in. His hand rested low on her waist, dangerously close to the curve of her hips, asserting a possessive hold that made Elara’s skin prickle.They swayed to the orchestra. For a moment, the crowded hall and the whispering socialites vanished. Elara found herself leaning into him. Her body remembered him—the way he led, the scent of his skin, and the warmth of his chest. It felt like those rainy Tuesday nights in their tiny college apartment when they would dance in the living room to radio static, dreaming of a future that never came.A single, hot tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek.Alex noticed it immediately. He tightened his grip and dipped her low, his face inches from hers. "Is dancing with me so bad that you’re crying?" he asked, whispering."Worse," she responded, her eyes locking onto his. "I’m crying because I remember how much I hate you."Alex felt a sharp pang in his chest, but he forced himself to igno