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Chapter 161: Habibi, Everything Is Legal

Elowen's POVThe brass pen felt freezing against my fingers.The heavy notebook rested on my bare thighs like a slab of stone, its clean, unlined cream pages staring up at me, completely blank. Around my neck, the platinum choker bit cold into my collarbones, heavy as an anchor.I looked up at Killian.He stood three feet from the edge of the mattress, his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets, the collar of his white shirt open. The amber glow of the bedside lamp carved sharp hollows beneath his cheekbones. His expression was impossible to read—steady, calm, and terrifyingly patient.My mind raced through every possible angle.What kind of game is this?Was it a test? A trap designed to give his lawyers ammunition? Or was he genuinely standing there, daring me to commit mutiny to paper?I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, closed the notebook with a dull slap, and set it on the nightstand beside the pen."This is ridiculous, Killian," I said, keeping my voice as flat as I could

Last Updated : 2026-10-04

Chapter 162: A Mexican Standoff

Elowen's POV I didn't sleep a single minute. The blank notebook stayed on the nightstand right where Killian had left it, its clean cream pages sitting under the dim glow of the city lights. His words kept ringing in my head, cold and insulting. He hadn't agreed to the divorce. He hadn't even taken it seriously. Instead of letting me go, he had tossed that notebook in my lap, called himself a cheerful giver, and told me to write down a number. He acted like my life, my anger, and my desire to get away from him could be settled like a bar tab. A deep, bitter hatred burned in my chest. I was sick of him, sick of his calm voice, and sick of the way he looked at me like he owned every breath I took. He wasn't giving me a divorce. He was just offering me money to shut up and stay put. By six in the morning, the penthouse was completely quiet. Kill

Last Updated : 2026-10-05

Chapter 163: Make Love With Me Tonight

Elowen's POV"Where are you?" Diego asked, his voice steady and grounding over the receiver. "Are you near Tribeca? We can meet at the workshop.""Not the workshop," I said, watching my breath fog in the freezing air of Franklin Street. "Let's go somewhere we can actually sit down. Let's grab something to eat. My treat."A brief pause hung on the line, followed by the faint sound of Diego chuckling. "You don't have to pay for my lunch, Elowen.""I asked you out, so I'm paying," I insisted, a faint, genuine warmth cutting through the chill in my ribs. "Name a place.""There's a quiet grill on West Broadway," he said. "Corner booth, decent soup, and nobody shouting over espresso grinders. Give me ten minutes.""I'll be there."Ten minutes later, I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the restaurant. The dining room was warm, filled with the rich smell of roasted garlic, grilled sourdough, and dark broth. Diego was already sitting in a leather booth near the back, his heavy canvas coat s

Last Updated : 2026-10-06

Chapter 164: A Door of My Own

Elowen's POV For several long, suffocating seconds, Killian didn't move. His hands remained suspended in the air where my waist had been, his fingers slowly curling into loose fists. The master bedroom was dead quiet, save for the faint hum of the city eighty floors beneath our feet. I didn't flinch. I held his gaze in the mirror, offering him nothing—no anger, no apology, just cold, flat disinterest. The warmth that had softened his features vanished. The jaw set, the uncharacteristic tenderness evaporating behind that familiar, impenetrable stillness. Slowly, his hands dropped to his sides. "Alright," he said quietly. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't argue or try to touch me again. He simply turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom, leaving the door half-open behind him. The tensio

Last Updated : 2026-10-07

Chapter 165: The Art of Lust

Elowen's POV Apartment 2B was quiet in a way I had forgotten rooms could be. There was no hum of an eighty-story climate vent, no echo of heavy footfalls down a gallery hall, and no staff quietly clearing plates. It was just the sound of wind rustling the branches of the honey locust trees outside the sash windows, and the creak of old pine under my socks. I had carried two plain duffel bags up the narrow staircase myself. Inside were only the things that truly belonged to me: warm sweaters, everyday boots, my personal sketchbooks, and clean cotton shirts. Everything Killian had bought me—the couture gowns, the diamonds, the designer coats lined with silk—sat untouched in the walk-in wardrobe uptown. I boiled water in a small steel kettle on the gas stove and poured it into a ceramic mug I had bought at the corner market for four dollars. I took one s

Last Updated : 2026-10-08

Chapter 166: Hell-Bent

Elowen's POVBy nine forty-five, the rain had started to fall in thin, cold sheets over Franklin Street.I sat in the corner of Temitope Benson’s third-floor conference room, holding a paper cup of black tea that had already gone lukewarm. The room was quiet, smelling of lemon wood polish and rain blowing against the tall glass.My nerves were stretched so thin I could feel my own pulse knocking behind my temples.After Temitope’s warning yesterday—that Killian’s lawyer sounded like a man holding a live wire, and that Killian was coming here with blood in his eyes—I had braced myself for an explosion. I expected him to kick open the door, throw the summons across the mahogany table, and threaten to bury me and my family under twenty years of lawsuits.Temitope sat at the head of the table, reviewing a fresh legal pad. She looked up, offering me a calm, grounded nod."Breathe, Elowen," she said quietly. "Whatever he says, remember that you hold the legal initiative right now. Let him b

Last Updated : 2026-10-09

Chapter 167: The Exit F*e

Elowen's POV I spent the rest of that Friday afternoon sitting by the sash window of Apartment 2B with a cup of hot tea and a clean pad of paper. For the first time in my life, nobody was telling me what I was worth. I kept the list simple, practical, and fair. I asked for a lump-sum cash settlement of ten million dollars—enough to guarantee I would never need a handout from a man or an institution again. I asked for clear title to a downtown residential property, completely free of any Blackwood family trusts or business ties. And in exchange, I agreed to Killian's sole condition: privacy, no press releases, and a mutual release of all claims. I scanned the list, emailed it directly to Temitope, and clicked send. Then came the waiting. For two days, my phone barely made a sound. Every time it vibrated on the wooden counter, my stomach

Last Updated : 2026-10-10

Chapter 168: All Over the World

Elowen's POVDiego was leaning against the fender of his battered blue pickup truck when I walked out of Apartment 2B.He wore a dark brown leather jacket, faded jeans, and work boots. When he saw me walking down the steps in the bright November sun, his eyes lit up, and a wide, easy grin spread across his face."Look at you," he said, opening the passenger door for me. "Ready to take the driver’s seat?""More than ready," I said, climbing in.The independent lot Diego brought me to was tucked between two brick warehouses on Eleventh Avenue. There were no flashy neon signs, no high-pressure salesmen in slick suits, and no corporate games. The owner was an older man with gray hair named Sal, who greeted Diego with a firm handshake and a clap on the shoulder."She wants something reliable, elegant, and completely hers, Sal," Diego said. "No junk, no hidden issues.""I got just the thing that came in two days ago," Sal said, nodding toward the back of the lot.He led us to a sleek, dark

Last Updated : 2026-10-11

Chapter 169: Minutes Away

Elowen's POV For five days, Manhattan belonged entirely to me. There were no town cars idling at the curb, no security guards checking the perimeter, and no suffocating quiet hovering over an eighty-story tower. For the first time in nearly a year, I woke up whenever I wanted to the sound of pigeons on the windowsill and the smell of toasted bagels drifting from the bakery down the block. Diego made sure I barely had time to sit still. On Wednesday, he pulled me through the modern wing of the Whitney, laughing under his breath as we debated whether a massive canvas covered in gray industrial primer counted as brilliant minimalism or pure highway robbery. On Thursday, we took the train out to Brooklyn, wandering through narrow cobblestone alleys lined with red-brick warehouses, stopping at an outdoor coffee stall to share warm cinnamon pastries in the biting November air.

Last Updated : 2026-10-12

Chapter 170: The Emergency Contact

Elowen's POVThe first thing that returned was the rhythm.Beep. Beep. Beep.It was a sharp, steady sound drilling into my head. Cold air burned the back of my throat every time I tried to take a breath, smelling of rubbing alcohol, soap, and blood.I tried to turn my head, but a stiff plastic brace was clamped tight around my neck, keeping my chin pointed straight up at the ceiling. Overhead, bright hospital lights flickered through the blur in my eyes.Then the pain hit me.It didn't start slow. It tore into my body like a second crash—a sharp, suffocating agony ripping through my left side. Every tiny breath felt like broken ribs scraping against glass.A broken groan slipped out of my mouth."She’s waking up," a woman’s voice called out nearby. "Her vitals are jumping. Give her something for the pain through the IV."Fast footsteps hurried across the floor. A face leaned into my blurry vision—a doctor wearing blue hospital scrubs, a clear plastic mask, and a stethoscope around her

Last Updated : 2026-10-13

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