All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband!: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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Feeling bold

ELARASo possessive, I thought, a helpless, fluttery sensation blooming deep in my chest at the sheer weight of Killian’s grip.And even though my rational side usually demanded independence, hated any form of control now, I couldn't deny that I loved the raw, protective authority radiating from him at the moment.I offered a somewhat sheepish, blushing smile to Seb as I quickly made the formal introductions.“Killian, this is Sebastian. He’s an old dear friend from my university days. Seb, this is Killian Voken—my fiancé.”As usual, Seb remained the consummate gentleman. Maintaining his easy, charming smile, he politely extended his hand toward Killian.“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Voken. Congratulations on the engagement. You’re marrying an incredibly remarkable woman.”Killian reached out and firmly shook Seb’s hand, his expression yet a mask of cold stone. He didn't offer a polite smile, nor did he exchange any standard high-society pleasantries.He merely offered a sharp, si

Kiss me, Killian

ELARAThe air outside the Grand Pavilion was beautifully quiet. The night itself felt almost magical.Above us, the sky stretched like a vast velvet canvas, sprinkled with thousands of crisp stars. A cool evening breeze drifted across the estate grounds, rustling the heavy leaves of the oak trees and carrying away the last faint notes of the orchestra still playing somewhere behind us.Because Killian had deliberately guided us through a more private service exit, we were entirely alone.And for the first time all evening… We belonged only to each other.We walked side by side down the neatly paved stone path, the distant sounds of laughter and celebration fading further and further into the background.Peace settled over me.Not the exhausted peace after a long workday, or the relief that came after surviving another board meeting.No. This was different. It was a deep, quiet contentment.And I loved it. I loved simply being beside him.My thoughts spun wildly as his steady hand rema

Restless

KILLIANI was so fucking restless.Sitting rigidly in the spacious leather backseat of the luxury sedan with my parents, I subtly shifted my weight, my muscles locking up as I carefully placed my hands directly over my crotch to hide the painfully visible growth straining against the fabric of my tailored trousers. I tightly held back a heavy, frustrated sigh when the low, distinct sound of my mother snickering softly with my father cut through the quiet interior of the vehicle.I silently cussed myself a thousand times over for not taking my own personal sports car for a drive tonight. But after leaving Elara’s residential wing, I had been so completely, deeply trapped inside my own head that I hadn't even thought to protest when my mother had playfully grabbed my arm like I was a blushing bride and walked me directly into the family car.My mind now was entirely, violently consumed by the image of Elara. More specifically, the raw, undeniable yearning I had seen pooling in her beau

Blind

MIRANDAA shattered glass perfume bottle exploded against the wall, raining sharp shards and expensive floral liquid down onto my marble floor.I screamed—a raw, ugly screech that tore through my throat—as I violently swept my arm across the vanity table, sending makeup palettes, luxury jewelry boxes, and designer mirrors crashing into a chaotic heap. Powders burst everywhere. Lipsticks rolled across the floor. A crystal jewelry organizer shattered beneath my bare feet, but I didn't even feel the sting.I was ugly crying, my face entirely twisted with a monstrous, suffocating rage. Thick black mascara and heavy foundation ran in dark, messy streaks down my cheeks as I violently kicked an upholstered ottoman.“I will burn them to the ground!” I shrieked into the empty room, threatening fire and brimstone on Elara, on Killian, and on their arrogant families.“I will make every single one of them pay for this!”My voice cracked so badly that the last words came out broken and hoarse.Su

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MIRANDAI stared at my father in shock.Grovel? Beg?No. No. Not my father. Not the great Senator Mark Davis.Not the man people bowed to the moment he entered a room. Not the man whose name alone made ministers straighten their backs.He couldn't possibly mean—But then I looked into his face again. And something in me cracked.My father looked at me with bitter hatred, as though I were not his daughter at all but a problem he had been forced to endure.“You better kneel before Elara and beg for forgiveness,” he said coldly, every word cutting deeper than the last. “And if I lose this election because of you?”His voice shifted—lower now. Terrifyingly calm.“I swear to God, Miranda, I will spend the rest of my life reminding you exactly who destroyed this family.”The silence that followed was suffocating.And suddenly, for the first time since this nightmare began, my rage weakened.Because standing before me was no longer the powerful father I had always known.He wasn't invincible

Depressed

SHAWNThe burning sting of the cheap whiskey coated my throat, but I barely felt it anymore. I tilted the bottle back, draining the last few drops before carelessly tossing it across the floor. It rolled lazily until it clinked against a growing mountain of green glass and empty liquor cartons strewn across the rug.The bedroom looked entirely like a wasteland, a chaotic mess of discarded clothes, stale takeout boxes, and heavy dust. It was very much stinking, a suffocating mixture of sour alcohol and unwashed linens, but I hadn't brought myself to care even a bit. For three solid weeks, I had stubbornly refused to open my door to let the maids in to clean the space—except to bring me drinks, or to let my nagging family witness my decay. I just couldn't move. The world outside was moving forward at a terrifying pace, but inside this dark square, time had completely stopped dead.I had even stopped Toby from helping me a week after that shameful engagement party. I had violently thro

No time left!

SHAWNI stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling at my heels, and immediately checked the time on the guest room wall clock.10:00 AM.I frowned, a sharp line cutting into my brow. Shouldn’t the old man be at the headquarters today? It was a Thursday—a prime business day. He should be locked in a boardroom, desperately trying to keep the Linday empire afloat or orchestrating ways to handle the fallout from Elara’s sudden ascension. Or… had he been completely sacked from his positions too?I shuddered at the dark thought, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of my neck. I desperately hoped not. If the old man fell, the hefty weekly allowance he consistently transferred into my private bank account would vanish with him. As a matter of fact, the wheels in my mind started turning with a sudden, electric velocity—I might actually need to use that money today after all.The realization amped my system, injecting a rush of adrenaline into my veins that made me hurry through my dressin

So, this is love?

ELARAMy heart felt impossibly, weightlessly light.A permanent smile had taken up residence on my lips since morning, helpless and wide, and every single time I attempted to drag my focus back to the corporate files spread open across my desk, my eyes betrayed me. They drifted—inevitably, shamelessly—back to the objects cluttering my workspace like a small, intimate exhibition.The heavy car keys first. Midnight-black, engraved with a custom crest, resting against the polished wood like something out of a dream I hadn't dared to have yet. Then the flowers—lilies and orchids bundled together in a lavish arrangement, their fragrance so rich and sweet it had been softening the air in my office all morning. Beside them sat an exquisite gourmet lunch that had been hand-delivered less than fifteen minutes ago, still warm. And anchoring the entire scene, right at the corner of my desk, a plush, round-bellied teddy bear, cream-colored and soft, with a love letter looped around its neck on

Bear

ELARAI pressed the teddy bear back into its place at the corner of my desk, smiled at it for a moment that was probably too long, and opened the premium lunch pack. My mouth instantly watered as the rich, savory aroma of pan-seared truffles and premium steak hit the air, causing a low, appreciative moan to escape my lips in the quiet office.Needing to hear from him immediately, I grabbed my smartphone. I paused for a fleeting second, my thumb hovering over the screen as a practical thought crossed my mind. Was he currently locked in an important international meeting right now? My mind instantly teased me back—Does that even matter?I laughed softly, shaking my head. Not really. No matter what ungodly hour my messages arrived, or how critical his business surroundings were, Killian always replied to me within the next second. It didn't matter if he was standing right in the middle of a multi-million dollar corporate presentation. Or if he was negotiating with a client.I knew t

Ruined roses

ELARA“Good heavens! What Killian Voken does to my little sister… I swear I should personally kill him. This cannot be healthy…”What?I snapped my head up from my lap, my laughter cutting off mid-breath as I stared in absolute surprise at the tall figure leaning against my office door. It was Julian. He was standing there with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, a thoroughly amused, teasing glint in his eyes as he watched me.Why was Julian always intercepting cute moments like this? If this continues, he would be the one being killed… by me.I quickly cleared my tight throat, firmed my lips, and dropped my smartphone onto the mahogany desk surface. But the smile just completely refused to leave my lips. It returned the next second, and I gave up warring against it.Julian let out a loud tsk then, shaking his head in mock disapproval as he stepped into the office proper, smoothly shutting the heavy door behind him.My cheeks instantly blushed a deep, hot crimson. “What on eart

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