All Chapters of Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Another Plan

~ Daisy’s POV ~After the wretched dinner finally ends and I am free of him, I find myself practically running towards the backseat of my ride back home. I had kindly refused to let Sebastian drop me off and he agreed.Now, I am on my way home.The car feels stuffy and I am really trying not to suffocate. Thankfully, about fifteen to twenty minutes later, the car finally slows down in front of my house and the moment Ethan stops the car, I yank the door open and dash out.I slam the door shut and wave him off before I turn around, racing past the gates and straight to my front door.The instant I find myself there, I fumble around for the keys in my purse. After I find them, I quickly pull them out and unlock the door.Done, I push the door open and enter the house, banging the door shut behind me.Fuck.Now inside the house, I head into the living room and dump my purse on a nearby couch. My heels are long gone because I removed them back inside the car. Right now, my hands are shaki

A Kiss

~ Daisy’s POV ~Around us, I hear a collective gasp from the crowd of guests.But Sebastian doesn’t stop.The kiss is deep and instantly consuming, as if he has been holding back all these years and finally snapped tonight. He is kissing me like I am the only soul he wants to keep claiming forever, like Natasha isn’t standing twenty feet away watching her fiancé kiss another woman.Dammit.This feels wrong, but it is all part of the plan so I move along with it. One of my hands clutches the front of his shirt, pulling him closer while I wrap my other hand around his neck. Time is suddenly meaningless, halting everything around us while his lips continue moving against mine with a desperate hunger that is making my head spin.The kiss deepens further, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, hus hand sliding into my hair with his fingers tangling in the ponytail, his other hand wrapping tighter around my waist. He is kissing me like I am his oxygen.And for one insane moment, I feel it.The

Having The Last Laugh

~ Daisy’s POV ~The threat hangs in the air, the crowd of guests still reeling from Sebastian’s words. Their shocked faces and whispers are everywhere.Perfect.I continue allowing my fake tears to roll down my cheeks. I don’t try to wipe them away. I let them fall. Now, for the grand finale, I need to make a dramatic exit out of here.Still crying, I turn and run towards the door, the crowd of people stepping aside to create a path for me as I push through their perfumed bodies.“DAISY WAIT!” Sebastian yells over the noise, but I don’t stop running.Everything is going exactly according to plan.I keep running until I am finally outside, the night air hitting my face instantly.“Daisy!” I hear Sebastian’s voice again and his heavy footsteps behind me. “Please just wait!”No fucking way.I resume running, now heading towards the parking lot. My car is parked just down the driveway and Ethan is waiting by the driver's side.When he sees me running, his eyes widen. "Ms. Matthews—""Sta

A Perfect Scandal.

~ Daisy’s POV ~Perfect.After a few minutes of uploading the video, I decide to make myself some breakfast before checking the post again. I go downstairs to the kitchen and prepare just a few slices of toasted bread and scrambled eggs. Done, I quickly enjoy the meal before washing the dishes and heading upstairs back in my room.Quickly, I grab my phone and check the and proceed to check the anonymous account I created. Wow.I stare at the phone screen, watching the numbers on the post climbing higher and higher.The views. The shares. The comments.The video is going viral!More comments are pouring in and a lot of followers are joining the account, also spreading the video so fast that I can barely keep up with all the shares.However, this is not enough. Social media is not enough.I need more.Quickly, I open my contacts and scroll through the list of journalists I have stored in my phone over the years. These journalists are the ones who are always the hungry type, the ones wh

Stay Away From Sebastian

~ DAISY’S POV ~At this point, I feel like I am about to explode with joy.Quickly, I turn up the volume, listening to the reporter’s voice.“We are here outside King Industries where hundreds of protesters have gathered and are demanding answers about the whereabouts of Daisy King and Vanessa Morgan. The crowd has been growing throughout the day, with many of the angry protesters holding signs and chanting for Sebastian King to come forward with the truth.”As the reporter pauses, the camera pans to show the protesters. On live, I can also see onscreen comments of a lot of people that are demanding answers.“HE SHOULD EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS EX-WIFE AND HIS EX-FIANCÉE FIVE YEARS AGO.”“WHERE IS DAISY?”“FIND VANESSA BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!”“TWO WOMEN. BOTH MISSING. ONE MAN.”“SEBASTIAN KING IS A CHEAT!”“WHERE ARE THE MISSING WOMEN?!”I smile, still watching the news coverage. The protesters are chanting louder and louder:“Sebastian King must answer!”“No more victims!”“He shou

Threats

~ DAISY’S POV ~Shit.For a moment, everything around me disappears.I can’t breathe.I can’t think.I can’t do anything else aside from staring at that damning video playing on repeat on her tablet screen.It is me. Clear as day. Handing James that envelope of cash.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I feel like I am undergoing a panic attack, but I can’t let her see me afraid. I can’t let her know that she just played the winning card.“Where did you get that?” I ask in a calm voice, forcing myself to remain composed.She smiles. A slow, satisfied smile that instantly makes my skin crawl.“Does it matter?” she asks sweetly. “What matters is that I have it.”“Delete it,” I demand, my voice harder now. “Delete that video right now.”She laughs, shaking her head as if I am a child who doesn’t understand how the world works. “Oh Daisy, you really think I am that stupid?”“I am serious, Natasha. Delete that video or—”“Or what?” she challenges, leaning back in her chair and looking completely relaxed. “I

Fake Surrender

~ DAISY’S POV ~“Do you agree to my deal, Daisy?”I fucking hate myself right now.Her question rings in my mind again and again as I glare at her, my eyes still watching that smug expression on her face.I want to scream.I want to throw my wine in her face.I want to tell her to go rot in hell.But I can’t.She has me cornered. I hate to admit it, but she has the upper hand.For now, at least.“Fine,” I force myself to nod. “We have a deal.”Her smile widens. “Smart choice.”Smart? There is nothing smart about this. However, I keep mute, not saying another word again. I feel like if I speak I will end up exploding in anger and bashing her face with this empty plate right in front me. Also, I feel like I might throw up.“Remember you have just twenty-four hours to end the scandal, so don’t make me wait, darling.” She reminds me and she stands up, smoothing down her skirt and putting on her sunglasses. Next, she picks up her clutch purse and slings it over her shoulder before she take

Counter Attack

~ DAISY’S POV ~After the call ends, I return to my bed and settle down, but I am still feeling restless.Unable to endure it anymore, I stand and go downstairs, choosing to spend the rest of my day outside.Everyone has secrets hidden from the world. Some secrets are good, but the others…Well, let's just wait and see Natasha's secrets. However, I doubt if they will be good since she is nasty and rude. All through the day, I spend the hours driving between the hospital and then on set and finally back to my residence. Now home, I still feel the same way I felt all morning; sad, angry, but a little bit relieved.I trust my private investigator to do his job well and hopefully, I will get a solid good response soon.All through the night, my mind won’t stop running through every possible scenario. The house feels empty and quiet because Maddie and Mason are not here with me, so the silence is adding to my restlessness.However, I have sworn to do whatever it takes to keep my babies sa

Public Reversal.

~ Daisy's POV ~Shit.In one of the messages, a video is attached to it, probably the damning video of me and James.Hesitantly, I click on it.Indeed, the video is the same video of me handing cash to James and now, it is spreading like wildfire.Also, the comments are vicious:“She paid him to lie about Sebastian King!”“What a manipulative bitch!”“So she has been playing victim this whole time?!”“Daisy Matthews is a fraud!”“She is obsessed with him!”“Lock her up!”My phone won’t stop buzzing as more comments troop in, accompanied by emails and more hateful tags from people. Everyone wants a statement. Everyone wants to know if the video is true.Natasha. She did this to get back at me.However, I already have the perfect cleansing plan.~~~The next day, I step out of my car and straight into the hotel where I have organized a press conference. The lobby of the five star hotel is packed with reporters everywhere and some are even shoving each other to get closer to me.But than

Total Reputational War

~ DAISY'S POV~The name lands like a bomb.For a moment, nobody moves. Nobody speaks. All the reporters in the room are just staring at me like I just said something in a foreign language they are struggling to understand.But seconds later, another set of noise and whispers arise, hitting the air all at once:“Natasha Collins?”“The Natasha Collins?”“Sebastian King’s fiancée?”Despite all their murmurs and even some of their outright scoffs, I keep standing my ground. I don't care if they doubt me or not, afterall, doubt is just the first stage of all this.“Miss Daisy,” A male reporter near the front says slowly, as if he is choosing his words carefully, “You just said that Natasha Collins, the same woman engaged to Mr King, is the one who fabricated that video of you?”“Yes,” I reply boldly. “That’s exactly what I said.”More noise fill the air.“But why?” Another male reporter in the second row calls out sharply, his voice full of doubt. “Why do you think Natasha Collins did that

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