Semua Bab Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Mirena sat in the driver’s seat of her car, the engine humming beneath her fingers. Beyond the window, Eleanor stood on the massive front porch of her house, the afternoon sunlight glinting off her hair.She gave Mirena a small wave accompanied by a gentle smile. Mirena’s lips twitched as she returned the gesture, then shifted her car into gear and pulled out of the driveway.The moment the tires met the road, her phone buzzed in the cup holder. She glanced once at it, then, without hesitation swiped it to speaker.The next second, Ada’s voice filled the car.“Rena, I got your message. You said you can’t make it today?”That she'd said.“Unfortunately,” Mirena replied smoothly. “Minho’s at Logan’s. You can pick him up there.”“Logan’s?” Ada’s tone held a hint of surprise. “You dropped him off there? How come? What magic did you pull?”“Magic?” Mirena inquired.“I tried dropping Minho at his when I was about to leave, but that strict biscuit shot me down without blinking an eye.” Ada i

The moment her eyes landed on him, Mirena instinctively straightened her spine.It was subtle—so subtle most people wouldn’t have noticed—but Alexander did. He always did.For a brief moment, the noise of the lawn seemed to fade into the background as their eyes met. No words were exchanged, no mockery or challenge like usual. Just a silent collision of gazes, heavy with too many things left unsaid.For reasons Mirena refused to analyze, the look in his eyes made her falter—just slightly. Not fear. Not uncertainty.Something far more dangerous that she absolutely hates.Awareness.Then Alexander broke eye contact. Without a word, his gaze shifted to the star of the commotion and settled on her.Instantly, Iris stiffened, feeling the urge to fidget under his gaze.Slowly, his eyes swept over her from head to toe—impersonal and razor-sharp. He took in her champagne-soaked hair clinging to her face, her ruined dress and all in all, the humiliating state she stood in.Then, his gaze pause

The name Valkyrie was a name that lived in the whispers and on the lips of marksmen.It surfaced on drunk, rain-soaked nights when marksmen gathered under dim lights, bottles scattered across wooden tables, and topics hot and random on their lips. It was that name they spoke of and the wonders that had been performed by it.Ten moving targets in a minute and ten seconds. Every shot had been clean and every movement precise.It was the name that set a record in history, only to vanish as abruptly as they appeared, dropping off the face of the planet as though the earth itself had swallowed them whole.No interviews. No records updated. No name, no face, no trace. Just a myth passed from mouth to mouth, growing sharper, larger and more unreal with time.Now, as Mirena shut the locker door in her changing room, she could only but let out a low chuckle.If only they knew that their legendary Valkyrie had disappeared not because of injury or death—but because she’d married a man who never

The air tensed the stadium itself sensed that something was about to happen.From the crowd, everyone went silent, eyes wide with curiosity and thinly hidden interest and yet again, neither of them did anything, edged to the end of their seats with sick interest.Down on the field, White Viper’s expression flickered—just briefly. Fear slid through his eyes before he buried it under arrogant scoff.He lifted his chin and met Mirena's gaze.“What’s this?” he asked mockingly. “Since when do we point guns at humans instead of targets?”Mirena’s grip didn’t waver. She pressed the barrel harder against his chest, feeling the solid resistance beneath his riding gear.When his body stiffened instinctively, the corner of her lips curved beneath her now lopsided mask.“Since the moment you fired your gun to make me lose,” she replied coldly.Her words caused a round of hushed whispers to travel through the crowd and people exchanged glances, expression mirroring surprise, shock or disappointmen

Mirena’s breath hitched in her throat, and in her chest, against her will, her heart sped up, pounding loudly in her ears as she stared at Alexander’s face.He was close, so close to the extent that she could feel the warmth of his breath brush her skin, so close that her eyes could map out every sharp line of his features.His eyes—those faded lavender eyes that looked almost silver under certain lights—searched her face slowly, deliberately, as if he were memorizing her all over again.Then his gaze dropped to her lips. Unconsciously, Mirena licked them.The action was small, instinctive if anything, but oh so destructive.For a moment Alexander’s eyes darkened, a muscle ticked at the side of his jaw, like he was fighting hard with something at that very moment.Then, his gaze snapped back to hers and for a fleeting second it felt as though the space between them shrank even further.Mirena’s stomach fluttered traitorously. Heat travelled from the back of her throat to her stomach,