All Chapters of Divorced And Crowned By The Dangerous Kings: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Dominic.After leaving the hospital, I had finally resigned myself to my fate.The image of Evelyn walking away from me yesterday, her head turning in desperate search of her billionaire boyfriend, was burned into the back of my eyelids. She had already chosen Liam. The brutal truth was staring me right in the face, and the best thing I could do right now—the only thing that would preserve whatever shred of dignity I had left—was to leave her alone.Earlier today, as I sat staring out the window of my penthouse, a dangerous urge had crawled up my throat. I wanted to pay her a visit at the hospital. I wanted to be there for her while her mother fought for her life. But I couldn't risk it.Liam Kingsley had always taken what belonged to me. Long before Evelyn had ever stumbled into my life, the exact same thing had happened with Rachel.The moment her name crossed my mind, my chest tightened so violently I could barely breathe. A sharp, physical pain radiated through my ribs. If thing

Evelyn.Julian led us through the crowd, eventually finding Chloe who was hovering near the bar. He guided the both of us toward an exclusive, plush VIP booth tucked away in a corner.The moment we sat down, I leaned over to Chloe, my heart still hammering against my ribs from the confrontation. “Julian, I’m so sorry, I need to use the restroom really quickly to freshen up,” I excused myself, before grabbing Chloe’s wrist. “Chloe, come with me.”“Oh, lead the way, girl,” Chloe said, instantly picking up on my frantic energy.We wove through the dark corridors until we burst into the lavish, marble-tiled ladies' room. The moment the heavy door shut behind us, cutting off the heavy bass of the music, Chloe turned around and let out a dramatic breath.“Holy shit, Evelyn!” Chloe began gushing, immediately pulling out a tube of lip gloss from her purse. “Can we talk about Julian? Girl, he looks absolutely hot tonight! The suit, the hair, the manners? Is that seriously the man you wanted t

Alaric.I pounded my fist against the heavy wooden door of the ladies’ room and let out a sharp breath. The bass from the main floor of Deranged Desires 2.0 rattled the corridor frame, but I was focused on the bolt I had heard slide into place minutes ago.I knew exactly who was inside with her. I had watched Dominic Russo storm in, and I knew who he went to meet.“Evelyn?” I called out, using the warm, neighborly tone I had spent days practicing. “Hey, is everything alright? You’ve been gone a while. I was starting to get worried.”For a few seconds, there was only the thumping of the subwoofer through the walls. Then, the bolt clicked.The door swung open. Evelyn stood there, flushed, her eyes wide. Behind her, framing her like a shadow, was Dominic.His dark eyes were wild, his chest heaving under his dress shirt as he stared down at me.I hid my fury behind a slow smirk. I stepped into the doorway, deliberately invading their space.“There you are,” I said smoothly, looking at Eve

Dominic.I had scrubbed my mouth until the skin was raw and bleeding, but I still couldn't wash the taste of him out of my throat.The private bathroom of my office smelled of expensive soap and sulfurous rage. I stared into the mirror, my knuckles white as I gripped the edges of the marble sink. My hair was disheveled, my dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and my eyes looked entirely bloodshot.What the fuck did I do?The question slammed against my skull like a sledgehammer. I was Dominic Russo. I was the Don of the most feared syndicate in New York. I took what I wanted, destroyed what crossed me, and never—never—lost control. Yet, in that dark hallway, when Alaric had pulled me down, the world had fractured.I hadn't just kissed him back. I had met him with a fierce, possessive hunger that terrified me to my absolute core. The memory of his tongue invading my mouth, of my fingers digging into his hair to drag him closer, made a sickening jolt of adrenaline shoot straight bac

Evelyn.The world was entirely silent here, save for the rhythmic, soothing whisper of the wind moving through the pine trees.I sat on the edge of the worn wooden porch, a mug of black coffee cupped between my hands. The morning air in Oakhaven—a tiny, sleepy mountain town tucked far away from the borders of New York—was crisp and bitingly clean. It didn't smell like exhaust, hot asphalt, or expensive cologne. It just smelled like damp earth and pine.It had been three weeks since I threw my SIM card onto the highway. Three weeks since I became a ghost."Evelyn... sweetie?"My mother's voice, frail and raspy, floated through the open screened door. After a few days of setting up a new place for us, my mother had finally recognized me.I don’t know how, maybe because she wasn’t consistently on morphine, or maybe it was just a small town magic. But it had meant everything to me.I immediately stood up, setting my mug down, and hurried inside.Our new home was a small, two-bedroom cott