All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Rival: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ELYRA.The last few weeks had passed like a blur. Every morning, I woke up before the sun fully rose, my head already filled with designs, colors, fabrics, and measurements. I barely had time to breathe, but I didn’t mind. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I was moving forward.Right now, the mini display was just two days away.I stood in the middle of my small studio and slowly turned around, taking in everything. The mannequins were dressed in my latest pieces. The soft gold drapes I had ordered hung neatly against the wall. The printed banners with my brand name were stacked at the corner, waiting to be mounted.I let out a small breath, my lips curving into a smile.Over twenty-five people had placed orders in the past month. Twenty-five. It might not sound like much to some people, but to me, it was everything. It meant growth. It meant progress. It meant I wasn’t wasting my time.And the promotional video…I picked up my phone from the table and opened my social m

Elyra’s POVI could still feel the sting on my cheek. It wasn’t just the slap. It was the shock of it. The disbelief.She had actually slapped me.For a few seconds after it happened, I just stood there, staring at her as if she had grown two heads. I mean, I had always known she never liked me, but I had never expected her to be that bold, never expected that she could show just how much she hated me.And before I could even react properly, Radiel had stepped in.He grabbed her wrist mid-air when she tried to swing again and pulled her back with firm control. Not rough. Just steady. Protective.“Enough,” he had said, his voice low but sharp.The room had gone silent. Even my secretary had frozen behind her desk.For a moment, I had looked at him differently. Not as the arrogant, annoying man I had labeled him to be. But as someone dependable. Someone who would step in when things got ugly.And right there after she had left, in that strange quiet moment, I had felt… grateful.So I sa

ELYRA.The moment I stepped inside the hall, I realized my earlier guess had been completely right.This wasn’t just some normal event. It was the kind of place where everything screamed elegance.Soft golden lights hung from the high ceiling, glowing like tiny suns. The floor beneath my feet shone so brightly I could almost see my reflection in it. Tall round tables were spread across the room, covered in white silk cloth and decorated with fresh flowers that smelled faintly sweet.And then, the people.Everyone looked like they had stepped out of a fashion magazine. Men wore sharp suits in dark colors—black, navy, charcoal gray.. The women looked just as stunning in long flowing gowns, some sparkling with tiny crystals, others simple but elegant.I looked down at myself.My dress was beautiful. I knew it was. But suddenly, standing here among all these people, I felt small. Out of place.My fingers tightened slightly around my clutch. I could feel my shoulders stiffening as the quie

ELYRA.My phone buzzed lightly in my hand, and for a second, I almost ignored it. There was already too much going on around me—the chatter, the flashing lights, the reporter’s voice cutting through everything like a blade I couldn’t dodge. But something made me look.Star.My fingers tightened around the phone as I clicked on the message. “Did you like the gift I prepared for your mini display?”I felt my blood go cold.My eyes slowly lifted from the screen to the reporter standing just a few steps away, his microphone practically glued to my face as he bombarded my assistant with questions she clearly couldn’t handle anymore.And just like that, everything clicked.It was Star. Of course it was her.“Good Lord,” I muttered under my breath.Before I could even type a reply, my phone vibrated again—this time, a call. Same name. Same person.I answered without thinking. “What do you want, Star?”A soft laugh came through the line, calm and satisfied. “Oh, nothing much. Just checking i

ELYRA.For the first time in weeks, I woke up the next morning without an alarm dragging me out of sleep. There was no rushing, no calls, no deadlines hanging over my head like a storm cloud. Everything felt just quiet.I stretched lazily on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with a small smile. The mini display I had worked so hard on was finally done. It had taken everything in me—long nights, aching hands, skipped meals—but it was worth it.Today, I wanted to give myself a break. Just one day.“One day won’t kill you,” I muttered to myself, rolling onto my side. “You deserve it.”Still, even as I tried to relax, my mind refused to completely shut down. It kept drifting back to the deals tied to those designs. They were really big deals—the kind that didn’t just pay bills but changed lives.I let out a soft laugh, hugging my pillow tighter.If everything went as planned, my revenue would hit numbers I had only dreamed about. Numbers I used to write down as wild goals, never quite bel