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Chapter 21: His fianceé

“I'm waiting!”“Oh, o-okay.”The call ended.“God, Tyson, I hate you,” Lyra mumbled under her breath and glanced at the empty hallway. Thank goodness.She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for Dale. She couldn't even step inside to drop her bag—what if someone saw it when she left? Lyra glanced at the nameplate on her door again and it stared right back at her.‘Lyra WilsonDirector of strategic innovation.’ boldly written on an even bolder nameplate.Why would Tyson do something like this?She tugged at the edge of the nameplate but it wouldn't budge. A screwdriver was needed. Where the hell is Dale? She sighed again and facepalmed. As if on cue, her phone rang, an unknown number flashing on her screen. “Who's this?”A smug voice came through. “Heavy balls.” She couldn't see him, but she imagined that an annoying smirk would be planted on his lips. “You should save this number too.”Lyra ignored his comment but her grip on the phone tightened. “What did you do?”“I see yo

Chapter 22: There's something I need to tell you

The next couple of days passed in a blur with Lyra adjusting to her new role at Helixion Energy while Tyson was away on a business trip.She had her first real meltdown yesterday when she'd taken time to disinfect her phone from Alex’s pictures, Nadine's pictures, the wedding dress, and anything else that reminded her that she'd been a fool for four long years. They were worth mourning—the years, the time, the energy. And because of the crazy week she had, she hadn't released all that pent up emotion. She'd bawled until her eyes went dry.Today was a brand new day she was shopping with Daphne.“Oh, I'm so stealing this top,” Daphne purred as Lyra stepped out of her car. “You look gorgeous.”Earlier, Daph had suggested coming to pick Lyra. But Lyra declined under the pretense of wanting to take her car for routine maintenance. When in fact, she didn't want Daphne to know where she lived.‘How long will you keep up this lie?’ The words popped up in her head.‘How many other lies will y

Chapter 23: It was stupid

“Wait—” Daphne’s eyes moved between Lyra's guilty face and Tyson's blank expression. “What's going on here?” “Daph, can we talk in the car?” Lyra looked sorry. She should've told her earlier. But Daphne… Her jaw was on the floor. Her face was a cloud of shock and disbelief. “No—why did he call you his wife? That's a mistake, right?” When Lyra didn't answer, Daphne's gaze shifted to Tyson, searching for some sort of answer. Tyson’s lips twitched slightly and it made Daphne's frown deepen. “I don't trust you.” “That makes two of us.” “What?” He folded his arms lazily. “I wouldn't trust me either.” Lyra placed a hand on Daphne’s shoulder. “Daph…” she whispered. The shopping bag in Daphne's hand slipped. “So you really said you're married? You're married to him??” Daphne grabbed Lyra's wrist when she didn't respond. “You know what? Let's actually talk in the car.” Lyra moved, picking up the bag that Daphne had dropped and heading to where she'd parked. “Let's go to mine,” Dap

Chapter 24: Seafood

“It wasn’t?” Tyson arched a brow. “I’m taking notes. Next time I’ll do better. What would you prefer? CNN announcing our marriage?” He rolled the sleeves of his black shirt casually, looking too relaxed for someone who'd almost given her—and Daphne, a heart attack. Lyra’s frown deepened. “You’re not funny.”“I didn’t think I was.”“You know what? I’m not doing this with you.”“Fair enough.” His gaze flicked lazily over her. “What should I tell them? Another almond shape? Princess cut? Round?”She placed her hands on her waist and stared at him. “Who said my ring was missing in the first place?”“You haven’t been wearing it.”“I still have it.”“Then why?” His eyes dropped briefly to the wedding band on his own finger, his thumb brushing over it. “You enjoy people thinking you’re single? You enjoy Daphne trying to hook you up with her friends?”Lyra’s jaw dropped. “Fuck you.”His lips twitched. “Careful. I might think you actually mean that.”Lyra clenched her fists and groaned. “God

Chapter 25: Dicey heart casino

Tyson ground his molars, both of his hands were squeezing the steering now. He floored the Maybach, the v12 growling.In an instant, he sped past the two cars in front of him. His eyes snapped forward—to the 18-wheeler still surging, literally seconds away—and he saw her life flash before him.His adrenaline spiked, his foot marching the gas pedal till it maxed out. “Lyra!” He called out into the dashboard. “Hang on! Did you hear me??”Lyra's frantic eyes—which were pressed shut, not wanting to see her impending doom—flew open. “What??” Her fingers on the wheel trembled as she glanced sideways and saw Tyson’s car. Her pulse drummed. Oh, God.Then—CRASH.Tyson hit her from behind. Metal clashed, her driver-side taillight exploding, scattering plastic and glass everywhere.The hit wasn't hard— just enough to make her back tires lose grip, and her car rotated a whole semi circle. The car hopped into the granite curb, tearing through a chain-link fence. The front passenger-side fender d

Chapter 26: 9pm or 1am?

Tyson's phone beeped and he looked at the screen. They'd just sent him a daily report on Lyra. He had to double down on security after everything that happened—secret though, so she doesn't feel watched and uncomfortable. She looked ravishing in the pink suit dress she wore today. After the accident, Tyson had convinced Lyra that it was just a faulty brake, no one had tampered with it. When in fact, someone did. Someone wanted his wife dead. Someone wanted Lyra dead. But she didn't have to know that, she didn't have to worry. She had him—He'd do the worrying for her.He'd promised to keep her safe and he was going to do just that. He'd spent the last two days hunting.After the shootout, he'd been trying to find the men. All of them had vanished—except this one on the run. And he couldn't face Lyra when he didn't have answers.The man's voice pulled Tyson out of his thoughts. “You can't scare me with that.” The man looked like he was about to shit himself, his voice shaking as he s

Chapter 27: Game of chess

After a long day of work and meeting up with Daphne, Lyra was at the dining table. A dish of mashed potatoes, salmon and some veggies sat in front of her. She'd requested for something light, since she had an early dinner with Daphne.May hung around while Lyra bit into the salmon. “Is the food to your liking, ma'am?”Lyra ate a spoonful of potatoes and smiled. “Yes. And please just call me Lyra.”“Yes, ma'am,” May said. Lyra smiled again. “You won't call me Lyra, would you?”“Oh, sorry about that, ma'am—” She caught herself and chuckled. “Lyra.”May disappeared for a moment, then reappeared with a small bottle. “It's ointment from Mr. Wilson,” she explained, placing it on the table. “He called earlier, said it'll help with the swelling.”“Another one?” Lyra asked, as opposed to the million other questions that she'd rather ask—’So he could make time to call you, but not me?’ ‘Why hasn't he called me?’Tyson had sent two bottles of ointment in the last two days. May brushed her apr

Chapter 28: Brace up, Nephew.

Tyson's eyes remained on Alex for a moment, as if giving him time to retract his words. Say it was a slip up.When he didn't, Tyson just stood and gave Alex a light pat on the shoulder. “You've had too many drinks tonight. Go home and rest.”There's no way Alex would give him orders with a clear head. And certainly not in his casino.Tyson had barely taken three steps towards the exit when Alex called out. “Are you doing this to spite me? I thought you wanted nothing to do with the family business. Why did you employ my fiancee? She's our director!”Alex's statement was laughable. Tyson's feet stilled for a moment. He spun and returned to his chair. “Your director?” He stared at Alex like he was looking at a madman who hadn't yet realized his ailment. “Didn't you give that position to the woman you eloped with?”“Elope?” Alex scoffed. “Lyra and I just had a misunderstanding and we've settled. No need to explain to outsiders. We're getting back so just fire her.”Tyson leaned back in

Chapter 29: Calm down

Alex stared blankly at Nadine’s breasts bouncing above. Her moans were drowned in the ocean of his thoughts as she rode him to oblivion. He wasn't here. He was still stuck in Dicey Heart Casino, reliving his meeting with Tyson, over and over again.*I'm going to unravel her… one thread at a time.*Unravel? His nails instinctively dug into Nadine's waist, where his unfeeling hands were resting. What did he mean?Nadine groaned at his action and kept bouncing harder, breathless, sweat trickling. Her rhythm was desperate as she neared her climax.*I'm not letting her go.*A muscle in Alex's jaw pulsed. “Fuck, I'm close,” Nadine breathed. He should enjoy this. Hell, he should focus on this. His shaft was buried deep inside the woman that he loved.Instead… Her sinking and pushing movement, her horny voice that kept interrupting his every thought, irked him. She let out another loud moan and Alex felt the urge to just bite his tongue and die.But his thoughts were louder.*One way or t

Chapter 30: She smiled

Nadine arrived much later—almost noon, as always.Alex had even used his assistant's phone to try Lyra's number but she didn't pick up. Maybe she was busy. Or maybe she was yet to drop her hard-to-get act.Alex's stomach clenched with unease. He stood and paced the length of his office. She was just being extra—she'd already proved her point.After a moment, he walked out the office with no destination in mind. ‘Good day, Mrs. Wilson.’ floated as he moved. He just waved his hands absentmindedly, not bothering to pay attention to any of them.As he rounded a corner and approached Nadine’s office, he heard voices. “It doesn't match with the data we have,” a female voice said.Another sharp voice cut in. “Then rerun it.” He knew that was Nadine.But Lydia, the young intern in Nadine's team complained. Frustration was etched in her voice. “We've run it ten times already, the curve still doesn't match—”“Then keep going till you find a solution.” Nadine's tone was dismissing and final.

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