All Chapters of Seven Years A Fool, Now Worshipped By The Billionaire Tycoon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1- A blast from the past McKenzie Westfield. “What the hell, Alex?!” A visceral scream tore from the depths of my soul as I walked in on my husband in the middle of an orgy, in our dead children's room. On our dead children's bed! A violent wave of shock slammed into me with force, knocking the air from my lungs. My vision tunneled. My strength failed me at once, and I found myself stumbling back. My eyes locked onto him in utter disbelief. Today was the 21st of October, the one day of the year I had always dreaded—the anniversary of our twins’ death. Alexander was supposed to be at the cemetery, placing flowers on our twins’ graves. That was the last thing he told me when he called thirty minutes ago. But his cheeks were getting clapped by Mr Quinn, his closest friend and business partner, while he gagged on Matt's cock, the same man who used to present us Best Couple awards on Founder's Day. A heavy thud hit the cold floor at once. It was me. The first

Chapter 3 - I want a divorce McKenzie Westfield. My first instinct was to hide the card. It might have appeared ordinary to me that I even contemplated getting rid of it. But standing before Alex's fierce gaze, I didn't know if it was the fear of losing the only thing that would keep me in touch with Kingston, or if it was something more than that. Something I've been denying for seven years. But everything in me screamed to protect it with my life, which I did. I froze in my tracks, monitoring Alex as he rose from the stairs and took long, aggressive strides towards me. That was when it hit me. His words. My brows furrowed in confusion. I tilted my head to the side to check if there was anyone else in the room other than the two of us. But there was none. If that was the case, who then was he referring to as a bitch? Me? A dry chuckle nearly ripped through my throat as the thought flashed through my mind. It can't be. Alex never called me such provocative names. He

Chapter 5 - Just Kingston and McKenzie McKenzie Westfield. I felt a screw loosen in my brain as I nearly went mad on the spot. Scalding heat rushed through my body in a violent wave. All of a sudden, the air in my lungs turned hot, and the walls felt like they were closing around me, nearly suffocating me. “See you tomorrow, my love.” His voice tormented me once more, dripping with mockery His love? What the hell does that even mean? Who else was his love if it wasn't me? I already knew that he was cheating, but the realization that he had a standby replacement made me want to yank every strand of my hair from my scalp. A blend of fear, anger, and horror lit up the corner of my eyes as the urge to barge into the room took over me. I wanted to snatch the phone from his hand and warn whoever was calling my husband to stay the hell away from him. Alex belonged to me and me alone. I wanted to dig through his phone and erase every trace of his side dudes so that his at

Chapter 7 - Cut him off McKenzie Westfield. How I managed to tear myself from Kingston's arms was nothing short of a miracle. Even though my heart ached. Even though my soul was reaching out for him, I walked into my house and never looked back, leaving his stretched hand hanging in the air. Even though a part of me desperately wanted to take it and follow him home. But I couldn't. I had a family. I had a dying marriage to save. The second I stepped into my house, I was greeted with unfamiliar hostility. The little spark of excitement Kingston had planted in my chest was extinguished in a flash of light. The deeper I walked into my sitting room, the gloomier the atmosphere got. Goose bumps blanketed my skin as the air grew chilly. The unwelcoming kind. The energy that surrounded me was weird. Which was strange because this was the same house I've been living happily in for five solid years. The same house that was full of laughter, warmth, and happy memories. The

Chapter 9- A taste of his own medicine Kingston Ravencrest. They say only soulmates can feel each other's deepest emotions, share each other's pain, and even sense when the other is in danger. But why did my insides gnaw with dread when the receptionist's monotone voice and brittle smile came to me for the thirtieth time? “Apologies, Mr Ravencrest, Mrs Westfield hasn't reported to work in the last two days. If it's urgent, I can schedule you with someone else or notify you immediately upon her return.” My whole body went still as if triggered by those words. The muscle in my jaw snapped. Someone else? I didn't come here for two days, waiting from dawn till dusk, parading her office just to be handed off to SOMEONE ELSE. I just wanted to see my princess. What was so difficult about that? As if I'd lost the last thread of my sanity, I marched straight towards her office. Alerted by my trespass, the receptionist scrambled behind me. “Mr Ravencrest, please, you can't k