All Chapters of My Horrible Ex-Husband Can't Move On, But I Can: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Carla’s entire body started shaking uncontrollably, her legs turning to jelly beneath her. The Super Champion radiated such raw, savage menace that it felt like he could literally rip someone apart with his bare hands right there in front of everyone.Carla’s mouth snapped shut immediately, her face going white as a sheet. She couldn't bring herself to look at the Super Champion's face again. Instead, she turned her frightened rage toward Amelia, glaring at her with pure hatred like this was all somehow her fault.************“I accept your challenge," Amelia said, her voice steady and completely fearless. She looked into the Super Champion's eyes without flinching, like she was staring down a wild animal that didn't scare her one bit.The Super Champion's eyes went wide with shock, his massive frame freezing in place as he processed what he'd just heard. For a split second, he wondered if his ears were playing tricks on him. When reality finally sank in, a slow, predatory grin spread

"Your reflexes are pretty damn impressive," The man said, his beautiful eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Then, without warning, he twisted his hand holding.The instant he dodged her attack, Amelia twisted out of his reach like smoke, caught his wrist, and brought her hand down in a vicious chop that made him howl.While he was still reeling from the blow to his wrist, Amelia ripped the gun from his weakened grip and drove her foot toward his groin with enough force to end his bloodline.The man immediately understood what Amelia was attempting, but anger never crossed his mind. Instead, he found her even more fascinating. He moved backward with swift steps, lifted both hands in mock surrender, and gave her a playful, mocking smile.“I'm finished with this game," the man said, his gaze intense, amusement dancing in his brilliant blue eyes. "Let's call it even between us."His eyes blazed with a dangerous, controlling desire that seemed to consume everything in its path.Amelia aime

It didn't matter what the situation was. If someone pissed her off or made her unhappy, Terrence would make them pay for it. She had gotten addicted to that kind of affection, to being the center of his protective rage.So what had changed? Why was everything falling apart now? The truth hit her like a slap to the face. She had never really known Terrence at all.A cocktail of hurt and sadness churned in Besty's chest, but underneath it all, warning bells were going off in her head. There had to be something she was missing, some piece of the puzzle that explained why he had turned into a completely different person overnight.The thought made her stomach drop like a stone. Maybe another woman had crawled into his bed and stolen his attention. That possibility sent panic shooting through her veins like ice water.Her hands balled into fists without her even thinking about it, and something dark and twisted flickered behind her eyes.There was no way anyone was taking Terrence from her.

"Yeah… maybe," Emily replied with a shy smile, quietly wondering if studying hard was her only real superpower.*****Later that night, in the dead silence of the abandoned warehouse, bloodcurdling screams tore through the air. The cries weren't just loud; they were soaked in hopelessness, slicing straight to the bone.Five men lay squirming on the cold concrete, their howls of pain stabbing through the silence. Icy blades were lodged deep in their thighs and arms. Blood soaked through their clothes, leaving them looking broken and pitiful.A ring of men dressed in black stood around them, guns fitted with silencers in hand. Not a flicker of emotion on their faces, as if they'd shoot without blinking if anyone tried to crawl away.“Still not ready to talk?" Terrence asked, twirling a knife in hand, a touch of madness gleaming in his grin. He played with the blade like it was a toy, squatting right in front of one of the bleeding men.The bleeding man flinched hard as Terrence neared, a

It turned out Emily had seen right through him from day one. He never wanted to see Amelia as a sister, and he hated it whenever someone told him he should. It felt like once he did that, he'd always be just the little brother in her eyes.He wanted more than that. He wanted to stand beside Amelia as her man, not just a brotherly figure.After a few more exchanges, Eugene finally set his phone aside. He swiveled his chair to face the towering floor-to-ceiling window. The skyscrapers outside stretched endlessly into the clouds.His eyes sharpened with resolve. He was ready to give it everything he had to win Amelia over, to rise above every other contender, especially Lucas, who, in his mind, was the strongest rival in love.************At the Ford residence, a servant offered Amelia a cup of steaming coffee. "Miss Brown, Mr. and Mrs. Ford will be back shortly. Please have a cup of coffee."“I see. Thank you," Amelia replied, taking a quiet sip. She and her crew had made plans for a mu