Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Ex-Wife's Deal with the Devil: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

A startled scream tore from my mouth when gunshots loudly echoed in the building, and before I knew it, me along with twenty others were forced to huddle in a corner while the masked men terrorized the bank tellers behind the glass walls with guns.Not just any guns that an ordinary person could buy from a gun store, it looked like they were military-grade. These people are not some small-time criminals but part of a larger syndicate, that’s for sure.We were all cowering with our heads facing down, but one unfortunate older man was pulled out of our huddle by his collar and was dragged violently until they were in front of the bank tellers, who refused to do anything behind their bulletproof glass wall.“Open the vault! Open it or this person dies!”The robbers weren’t playing around. One wrong move and they could put a bullet through me without blinking. And what was I thinking about? Coffee. Thirty-five cups of it, to be exact.“Kerri, stop it. Coffee is the least of your concern r

“I was Liam Tate’s wife...”My vision was filled with flashing lights from the camera shutters. Reporters from every TV station and magazine publisher were fighting to get their microphones closer to my mouth as I spoke the words I once dreamed of telling the entire world.However, this time, it was because he f*ck*d me over and fooled me so now, I am exposing him, exposing us, our marriage that he tried so hard to hide. “...and I am divorcing him because he has been cheating behind my back all this time.”The sounds of camera shutters went blindingly fast. Everyone was eager to take a photo of me, the secret wife of this generation’s hottest actor, Liam Tate, and it was none other than his ordinary assistant, little miss Kerri Coleman, me.I didn’t know seeing my husband f*ck another woman was the push I needed to gain this courage and step out of that horrible marriage.I had just filed my divorce papers and the swarm of reporters and paparazzi were waiting outside the court, waitin

~Arlo Frantz~I hear the door roughly slide open.Then a wailing man was dragged in and was forced to kneel in front of me.Puffing a smoke out, I looked down on him, groveling on the floor and crawling towards my feet to beg for forgiveness, but before he could even stain my expensive shoes with his filthy blood, Pierce stopped him by the collar and slammed him back.“Please... please...” I hear his whimpers.I see his bloodied nose and his busted lips from the beating he had received from my men, but it isn’t enough to pay for the crime he committed.“I didn’t know it was her... her face was covered... please spare me!” He reeks of fear, as he should.I rest my chin on my hand, thinking about his punishment. On the outside, I was calm, but inside I was seething with rage.He touched her.He dared to put his hands on her and pulled her by the hair.“Which hand did you use?” I cut in. My voice was neutral, smooth, almost too soft towards a man who did something worthy of death.He s

It took all of my willpower just to grab the pen and lift it towards the paper presented to me.A contract. A deal.Laid in front of me like a death sentence. Pages after pages of what was expected of me, but one thing took my attention the most.Absolute confidentiality.I was not allowed to tell this deal with anyone and I had to fulfill the role of a wife for this man.A wife. I have played the role of an assistant for Liam but never a wife, so I don’t know exactly what the role needed me to do. I was hesitating because of that.The pen felt clammy against my sweating hands, and my chest tightened as I began re-reading everything in the contract at the same time feeling the heaviness of his gaze.Across from me, Arlo remained seated in his leather chair, reclined. But after noticing that I was hesitating, he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the obsidian desk.“Are you having second thoughts?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side. “This is a win win situation, darling. Y

“The ex-wife of Hollywood’s golden boy, Liam Tate, is now getting married—” I rolled the windows shut as we drove past reporters gathered behind barricades, refusing to hear more of what they had to say about me. Probably insults and degrading words to throw at my name. Well, if they know my name, that is when they keep referring to me only as Liam Tate’s ex-wife.“It’s just a wedding, why are some streets blocked off?” I turned to Kate who was sitting across from me inside the luxury car, her face glued to her tablet once again. She looked effortlessly elegant today as well, with her hair pulled back neatly.“It’s not just a wedding, Kerri.” She began, tapping and swiping on her screen, “It’s a Frantz Wedding.”I decided to drop the topic when she didn’t answer the question, and because I also had an inkling of what Kate meant.Arlo Frantz is no ordinary man and if he’s getting married then he deserves a grand ceremony, a history in the making.And the woman he is about to marry is