Todos os capítulos de Divorce? Just Not Yet Darling!: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Linda's POV My eyes darted with curiosity, scanning the environment for any signs of Lord Lee and his men. The entrance looked too calm, betraying the fact that anything could gamble with its peace at this time of the day.People moved in and out through the revolving doors, some with luggage, some without. Children cradled in their walkers were pulled along the marble floors by their parents, their cheerful faces tipping over them. The environment looked like every other day and I couldn't help but wonder if Lord Lee probably stood me up. Was this whole plan a prank I had fallen into?The car eased to a stop beneath the glowing archway of Hôtel de Royale, where suited attendants were already stepping forward, hands drawn back neatly behind their backs, movements precise and practiced.Two men in crisp dark suits stepped forward, opening our doors before I could even reach for the handle."Good morning, sir. Welcome to Hôtel de Royale"."Good morning, ma. Welcome to Hôtel de Royale".

Bella's POV I was the definition of a woman stripped down to work-sleeves rolled, hair pulled up into a high bun, a few stubborn strands clinging to my damp temples, with an apron shielding perfectly behind it, a light long-sleeved fabric, and a pair of three-quarter pants that hugged my legs. Hours had passed unnoticed, as I perched awkwardly on the stool, a colour palette in my left hand, while my right hand brought life to the canvas before me. Stubborn heat currents formed on my forehead, at a pace the exhaustion permitted from hours of working and I wiped them off with the back of my hand every now and then.This was my sanctuary. My escape. A place tucked away from the rest of the house, as though it existed by its own rules. Light streamed in through a wide window, spilling freely across the room and settling gently on canvases leaned against the walls. Some were finished, others abandoned halfway-each one telling a different story of moods I had once worn.The air smelled of

AT THE HAYES MANSION........It was 8PM in the evening, signalling the end of the day's activities for others. A day well spent perhaps. But for the Hayes, it wasn't. Outside, the interlocked floor sill bore indelible footprints telling the story of the stampede of reporters the mansion accommodated, in the early hours of the day. After the events at the hotel took place, painting the entire internet red with anxiety and doing nothing to provide answers, like bees, reporters ravaged the mansion for inquiries, questions, answers, each struggling to feed their curiosity and catch a clarity, enough of an update to keep their followers engaged.Thankfully, their security officials came in time and waded them off. But for the strong-headed ones, the gates were still guarded heavily by security officials in a post-war maintenance attempt, just in case there were still some rebellious reporters lurking in the area.The massive dining table sat in isolation, food served, cutlery set, table ma

Alex's POV Knock. Knock.My knuckles struck the door to the restroom twice. "Hurry up in there, and meet me outside" I said above a whisper, hoping my voice was heard as a gentle reminder that we didn't have all day to spend in here. She had decided she needed to change into a different outfit before we got to the hotel.Without waiting for a response, I turned my back to the door and exited the airplane cabin, grabbing the iPad, her hoodie, and her bag along the way.I couldn't tell how long we'd been in the air, but the moment my feet touched solid ground again, it felt like life returned to my lungs. The cool early-morning Paris air brushed my face gently, whispering good tidings of Paris. Back home in Texas, it would still be late at night. But Paris was already awake.The city hummed with movement, because the Festival des Lumières mood had already begun to settle, preparing to claim the streets.I smiled unconsciously and only recognized it stretched to a grin when this cold s

Alex's POV We arrived at a six-star hotel. I couldn't push aside the hunch that we had arrived so late. Given the lineup of events unfolding across the city, hotels like this should have been choking on reservations, their lobbies humming with diplomats and socialites. We didn't need attention here in Paris and could have blended in with the regular crowd. But some standards weren't negotiable. I approached the receptionist with fingers crossed. I had Bella wait behind at the car while I sorted out the accommodation since it was only a possibility that there was still room left for us here. If there was no room, we'd move on quietly. "Good evening, sir. Welcome to Le Palais Montaigne," the receptionist said smoothly, fingers already hovering over her keyboard. "How may I assist you?""One room," I replied. "Immediate occupancy."She hesitated, eyes flicking to her screen. "I...do apologize, sir. The last room was taken not long ago. We're currently fully booked""Completely?""Yes.