All Chapters of Married At My Ex Husband's Burial: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I stared down at him groveling at my feet...As much as I liked the sight, the words he was uttering were getting me truly pissed all over again. He was a pathetic, desperate worm trying to wrap his abuse in lies...and damage control."Daniel," I said softly, leaning back in my desk chair. "Get the fuck out of my bedroom before I call my father up here to finish what he wanted to do to you last night."Daniel’s face twisted in pure, pathetic desperation as he lunged forward on his knees, reaching out to grab the hem of my pants, but I yanked my legs back before his trembling fingers could make contact."Celene, please! You know my background!" he sobbed, his voice cracking as tears spilled down his pale cheeks. "You know I grew up an orphan! I never had a mother or a father to teach me how to manage my anger... I had to fight for every single thing I ever owned! You know how fragile my mind gets when I feel like I'm losing the only family I've ever had... You're all I have, Celene! Do

I stood rooted to the carpet, my breath hitching in my bruised chest as my eyes locked onto the man sitting across from my father.Cole Ryder. He was here? In my father's study? My father set his crystal tumbler down with a heavy, deliberate clack, breaking the suffocating silence. He gestured toward the leather wingback chair, his voice carrying a strange mix of pride and restrained tension."Celene... you should be in bed," my father said softly, though his eyes flicked nervously toward our visitor. "This is Cole Ryder. He’s... considering a major partnership with our firm. Mr. Ryder, I assume you recognize my daughter, seeing as you were at the party and even saved her just two days ago."Cole nodded his head at me, cordially...officially...like we really did not know each other."Honestly, it’s a immense honor that Mr. Ryder chose to come to our humble home to discuss the terms himself." My father said, turning to Cole Ryder to offer a warm cordial smile and a nod. The closest th

​"Me?!" I gasped, my voice shooting up another octave into a full-blown panic."No! Dad, no! Absolutely not! I...I can't do that! I'm completely unqualified! I don't know the first thing about armor plating or... or military-grade bulletproof engineering! I studied art history, Dad! What am I going to do, paint flames on the side of his mob-cars?!"​My father let out a low, patient chuckle, taking a slow step further into the room. "Celene, calm down..."​"I am entirely un-calm, dad!" I babbled hysterically, my hands flying out in frantic gestures. "I stammer sometimes... I make terrible mistakes! I... I literally should not be placed with a position like this, especially with him involved Dad! If you put me in charge of his account, I will ruin the entire company! Send Uncle Marcus! Send literally anyone else!"​"Celene," my father said, his voice dropping into a gentle, grounding tone that cut through my wild babbling.​He walked over to the edge of my bed and sat down, looking at

"You're Late, Miss Luther" The rage from the secretary was obviously still flowing in me because, I didn't flinch.​I held his heavy, dark gaze, smoothing down the lapels of my blazer as I stepped fully into the office, letting the heavy doors click shut behind me.​"Well," I said, my tone dripping with sweet, lethal sarcasm, "I would have been earlier if I wasn't so busy jumping from the bed of one CEO straight into another."​Cole paused.​The lazy smirk on his face vanished, replaced by a subtle, deep crease between his dark brows. His head tilted, his lethal eyes narrowing as he scanned my face, looking genuinely confused by what I just said.​The silence stretched between us, and Lord knows, i did not need silence around this man.​"Never mind," I muttered, clearing my throat and instantly retreating behind my professional wall.​I walked straight across the floor, pulled out one of the leather chairs across from his large desk, and sat down. I unzipped my briefcase, pulling o

I think I might be pregnant...The sight of pure, nonchalant rage coming from Cole Ryder as he stood over Daniel's weak body, was just enough to get a girl going for weeks. ​I stared at Daniel’s limp body on the pavement, my chest heaving as the adrenaline slowly began to recede, leaving my skin buzzing and raw.​That was when I noticed the shadow standing a few paces behind Cole... his secretary...​The same polished, arrogant woman who had all but called me a whore an hour ago. Her impeccably painted lips were parted wide in absolute terror, her eyes were wide as saucers as she stared from Daniel’s unconscious form up to her boss, and then to me. ​Cole didn't even glance at her. He slowly uncurled his bloodied knuckles, adjusted the dark cuffs of his tailored suit, and casually nudged Daniel’s shoulder with the toe of his leather shoe, looking down at him like a piece of garbage that was currently clogging the driveway.​"I am very offended at your presence, Mr Daniel. What is a