All Chapters of After The Divorce: Ex-Husband Regrets And Begs Me: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

ALISTAIR'S POV:I stand at the empty auditorium, holding my trophy, and I feel nothing.But that is not entirely true. I feel something. But it is not joy nor was it pride. It is not even the rush of victory that I have been chasing for past weeks. I just feel so empty.My thoughts went to Mira and the way she smiled at me when she congratulated me and even about the way she said we could work together sometime and how she had looked at me afterwards.I think about my family, my mother, who has been trying to reach me for months, my father, who looks at me with worry in his eyes and Elara, who I have been pushing away since the attack.I think about the anger that I have been holding onto. The anger that has been consuming me, driving me, pushing me to achieve things that I thought would make me feel better.But I do not feel better. I feel worse.I set the trophy down on the table. The metal is cold and heavy and it makes a dull sound when it hits the wood. I look at it for a long mo

ALISTAIR'S POV:We moved to a new house three months ago.It is not a replacement for Ashcroft Manor. In fact nothing could ever replace that house, the one my grandfather built, the one where I grew up, the one that held so many memories. The manor is still standing, but barely. The east wing is gone, collapsed in on itself, a pile of smoldering rubble that used to be the library where my father read to me. The garden is charred, the roses blackened and dead, the bench where my parents used to sit reduced to ash.The manor is being rebuilt. Slowly by stone by stone. My father hired the best architects, the best craftsmen, the best of everything. He said he wanted to restore it to its former glory, to make it even better than before. I believe him. He always keeps his promises.But in the meantime, we live here.The new house is bigger than the old penthouse which is the first thing you notice when you walk in. The ceilings are taller. The hallways are wider. The rooms are more spacio

ELARA'S POV:The morning starts like any other.I wake up to sunlight streaming through my windows, the sound of birds singing outside, and the smell of coffee drifting up from the kitchen. My phone is buzzing with notifications, messages from friends and colleagues congratulating me on the fashion show, asking about my next collection, wanting to collaborate.I feel so happy, hopeful and feel like everything is finally falling into place.Then I see the email.It is from the fashion magazine that featured my collection. The subject line makes my blood run cold.URGENT: Plagiarism Accusation.My hands start shaking. My heart starts pounding. I open the email and I read the words and I feel the world tilt beneath my feet.Dear Ms. Ashcroft,It has come to our attention that several of the designs in your recent collection bear a striking resemblance to the work of an established designer. We have received evidence suggesting that your designs may have been copied. We are launching an i

ALISTAIR'S POV:I start working on Elara's case the night she comes to me.I do not sleep nor do I eat until I have found the truth. Elara's entire future is on the line, and if I fail, she loses everything. I will not let that happen.My room is dark except for the glow of my monitors. The screens are covered in lines of code, financial records, and communication logs. I have been digging through the digital footprints of the rival designer, looking for any trace of wrongdoing. I have been searching for hours, and I am starting to feel the exhaustion setting in.I rub my eyes and lean back in my chair. My neck is stiff, my back aches and my fingers are cramping from typing. But I cannot stop not until I find something.The rival designer's name is Clara Vance. She is a moderately successful designer who has been in the industry for a few years. Her work is decent, but not exceptional. She has never had a breakthrough. She has never been praised like Elara.I look at her digital footp

BOOK TWO: HIS FORBIDDEN OBSESSION 18+ A Dark Forbidden Stepbrother Romance Alistair Ashcroft is the quiet genius who built an empire and always shows up for his family, except Elara, his stepsister. The one woman he's been secretly obsessed with for over a decade. The one he ran away from because he couldn't trust himself around her. Now he's home for his parents' anniversary, and the second he sees her again, nothing else matters. She's more beautiful than ever… and she still has no idea he's been dreaming about her for years. What he doesn't know is that she's been harboring her own secret crush on him just as long. Loving Elara is forbidden. Wrong. Dangerous. But when they're alone, Alistair pins her against the wall and growls against her ear, "You have no fucking idea how many nights I've stroked my cock thinking about burying myself deep inside you." Elara's soft, needy moan is all it takes. Years of running, hiding, and pretending are over. Some desires refus