Todos os capítulos de Divorce? Just Not Yet Darling!: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Dune's POV I rolled onto my side, fumbling through the sheets for the familiar warmth of her skin. Ms flew open, meeting an empty bed. Right. Friday. Julian would already be up, getting Aisle ready for school. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as my vision slowly cleared.The room looked unchanged, like its old self, yet I felt different-like I was, wearing a new skin. A renewed version of myself shaped by yesterday's intimacy. I stifled a yawn with the back of my palm, a quiet sense of satisfaction replaying in my mindThe wall clock read 7:15AM and I hastily jumped out of bed remembering my day was fully booked. Aisle is four today. My little girl. Celebrating her all day was enough to begin and end my day with. We had planned to make arrangements to host the celebration at Aisle's school but she insisted she wanted a mini party. Just the three of us. I had to take her to school, organize a few things and go shopping with my little princess to get her presents. But first I had to ha

Arianne's POV I stared at my reflection again- water bags hung beneath my eyes like bruises that refused to heal. Dark circles carved shadows into my face, my cheeks hollowed from weight loss, my skin dull and tight against my bones. I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. My heart thudded so violently in my chest that it felt like someone was pumping water into it instead of blood.I haven't slept for days. Even sleep abhorred me the way one recoils from death itself. My gaze dropped to my trembling hands. They've been like this, trembling uncontrollably since the hotel incident. No matter how tightly I clenched them, the shaking wouldn't stop.'You shed blood Arianne', the accuser in my head started again. "Those men, they died because of you..... because you chose money over their lives. They had families just like yours, with wives and children. Even though yours is broken should you then be used by the devil to wreck the home of others?"The noise was too much; it beca

The stranger came from where he hid behind a refuge dump along the ends of the street and shook the dirt off his pants before retrieving his phone from the confines of his hoodie and dialed his messenger. 𝘓𝘖𝘙𝘋 𝘓𝘌𝘌𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨... "I lost her!" His husky voice rang out, teeth clenching in regret, in anger, that such a fragile breakable thing carved her way out of his grip. He was close, very close to getting this damn mission over with. Losing targets was a coward's mistake to him. This woman just made him a coward, an insult to his ego. "What do you mean you lost her?" Lord Lee's huskier voice reverberated with impatience, his voice deepening with rage, as if they were in a battle of who could sound huskier when trampled upon. "You're becoming useless to me if you can't even handle a...WOMAN?" He snapped, vomiting the 'woman' like a sour jam in his mouth."I'm sorry. She got into-"A background noise from the other end interrupted him. It sounded like items on a table were

Dune's POV She fumbled with her fingers, heaving heavily like someone nervous before her first swim. "You lied to his mother and you know she won't take it lightly if she finds out you deceived her. Alex would certainly call you. So how do you intend to deal with that?" She asked, skin turning crimson."Finish this task before he calls", I responded quickly. "I need to find a woman. She's the only link we have to find the mastermind behind Linda's kidnapping. She's the only one who can give us answers. I need to get done with this and call him before he does. Because outside that, I'll be fucked up". Silence stretched between us. She had questions. I could see them forming, colliding, but they dissolved before they reached her lips."I need to get to a woman called Arianne Paul. She's our only lead. I need to get to her before the bad guys do".The name didn't ring a bell in her head and she furrowed a brow. "Who is she?""The receptionist who served the front desk of the Hôtel de R

Bella's POV My breathing got worse with every second, tears streaming down like they've been waiting for this freedom for so long. But he held me. Those solid, warm arms held me firmly, his chest rising and falling against my cheek as he kept whispering over and over, "You're okay. You're alright. It's just a dream".I sobbed into him, clutching his PJ so hard my fingernails dug into his skin. Did he really understand? Absolutely not!I've been hunted in my dreams for years. Every night was war, every night as a child I had to pray to the supreme being above to allow me sleep undisturbed at least till dawn. Maybe they were right after all-- I shouldn't have seen my father's corpse that night as little as I was, I shouldn't have seen those eyes that remained wide open, staring at me like it was looking deep into my soul. I prayed so much to sleep like every normal child- without having to wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, in tears, screaming and struggling to br