All Chapters of The Ex-Wife's Deal with the Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The way to the car felt more like I was being escorted, to prevent me from running somewhere else again. It did not feel like the usual morning stroll I always do.Two maids were walking in front of me, their steps in sync. Even though they were ahead of me, I am pretty sure their attention wasn’t whatever was in front of them but rather on my actions.Behind me, three maids were walking with their heads hanging low. It seemed their gazes were fixed on the porcelain floor, afraid of meeting my eyes, thinking that I might ask another question if they looked at me.Kate, on the other hand, was walking ahead of the group. She was speaking to someone during a phone call, someone unfortunate enough to catch all of her frustrations this morning since she was saying instructions that sounded more like death threats. I remembered her eyes when I was asking questions back in that room. It did not plead, nor beg… it warned me. To not pry any further, or I will regret it.It seems I have stumbl

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary once I arrived back in the mansion.Doors were opened for me, a trail of maids followed a few steps back behind, rushed steps from the other staff to greet me upon my arrival.I turned around to hush them down, “You don’t need to follow me,” I said with authority.It took a full minute before I continued climbing the grand stairs because I never expected that, after months of living here, I learned to not feel bad when I tell other people to do something… I was used to being the one always obeying that it felt weird to give out orders.I walked alone in the corridor to my bedroom, and it was quiet, no hurried footsteps trailing behind me nor the murmurs from the staff quarters. My body ached, but it was not like the pain when I worked as an assistant juggling tasks meant for a five-man team. The pain I was feeling was a dull, excruciating yes, but it felt nice because I was tired doing something I truly love. My muscles were sore from doing crazy s

~Arlo Frantz~“What do you have for me?” I said.Right now, Eva Rowan is inside my office. I stood with my back turned to her, hands clasped behind me, watching the chaos of the city several floors down below, but the bustling noise never reached this room with the reinforced window stretching from floor to ceiling.She cleared her throat first, “It has been going smoothly, sir,” she reported. “Miss Kerri improved a lot.”I slightly tilt my head to the side, boredom showing from my eyes. I already know that Kerri is great, I want to know more about the people around her and how they are behaving.“Anne Moore’s absence from the set had a noticeable effect on her; her morale improved,” Eve continued. She was composed, a person who understands that information is power, even the little details.“However,” I heard hesitation in her voice. “… Miss Kerri has been growing closer to her leading man, Thom Rose.”I finally turned around and faced her.“How close?” I asked.Eva had her tablet tu

~Arlo Frantz~The call lasted ten seconds.Eva was direct to the point, she did not stammer or stumble on her words.She wasted no time telling me that Kerri collapsed during filming and was rushed to the hospital. A suspected allergic reaction. Severe.“Pierce,” I said.The door to my office swung open immediately and Pierce stepped in, eyes sharp, posture straight.He has been with me for a long time to know that my voice sounded as if something bad had happened.Something did happen.They targeted my wife.I stood up with my coat already in hand, “Hospital,” I continued, walking past him and through the door. “Call Kate. I want a floor map of the filming set, staff list, and security layout. Lock the entire building down, no one leaves, no exceptions.”“Yes sir,” he was trailing behind me, with his phone already placed over his ear.“Contact unit 4 and tell them to barricade the hospital, don’t let any media get past them.”By the time the elevator door shut, three different operat

Vale told me to take a week off from filming, even when I insisted I was fine after a night-long rest. So here I am, at home, letting the hours fly by, which felt unreal.Not because I was not tired but because I never had this kind of rest, the kind that comes gently.I lay back on the lounge chair, the fabric of my dress feels warm against my skin while a big umbrella overhead casts a shadow over my face. My sunglasses darkened the sky just enough that the sunlight felt softer.Arlo suggested I come here, out in the mansion’s garden that felt endless beneath the morning sun, and I’m so glad I took his advice, being out here was refreshing.I had been working day and night, without days off, and the only time I had been able to stop working was when Liam divorced me. But even then, I had to work my ass off trying to live in the streets.There were no call times, no crew member knocking on the door, no scripts, no errands to run. Just quiet mornings that turns to afternoon, then quie