บททั้งหมดของ Divorced into the arms of his twin rivals : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Elias blinked, the shock vanishing from his face as it was replaced by an unreadable mask of polite indifference. Elijah had always been the calmer, more composed one. He simply leaned back against the cushions."My apologies, Ethan," Elias said with a faint, courteous smile that never reached his eyes. "It's just a bit of a surprise. Clara's family and ours were neighbors years ago before we moved our primary operations to London. We haven't seen her in five years.”"Neighbors," Ethan repeated, pausing for a minute before letting out a dismissive, arrogant chuckle. "Is that so? It’s a small world. Well, since you already know her, I should formally introduce her. Gentlemen, Clara is my wife."The word "wife" dropped like a live grenade into the center of the room. Elijah, who hadn't taken his piercing gaze off me since I walked through the doors, tilted his head. A smirk that I used to trace with my fingertips slowly curled onto his lips, but his eyes were deadly cold. He looked fro

I walked down the long, sunlit corridor, my heart pounding a victorious rhythm against my ribs. I’d finally done it. After years of shrinking myself into nothing, of swallowing my pride until I choked on it, I had finally clawed my way out of the grave Ethan dug for me. The sound of his furious roaring echoing from the dining room, because of me, was the absolute sweetest music I’d ever heard. Let Sophie deal with his bruised ego. I didn't actually go shopping. Not yet. You don't walk out of a billionaire's dining room in a string bikini just to jump into a chauffeured SUV. I needed to let the massive rush of adrenaline burn off before I actually went into the city to buy everything flashy for myself.I pushed open the glass doors leading to the estate’s private terrace. The massive infinity pool glittered under the morning sun, completely deserted and inviting. I didn't hesitate. I let the sheer green silk wrap slide off my shoulders, pooling softly on the stone tiles, and dove

By the time my SUV pulled back into the Hayes mansion, the entire trunk was completely packed with designer bags, clothes, shoes, and jewelry. I tipped the driver handsomely with Ethan’s money, of course… and instructed the staff to carry everything up to my room. I walked confidently through the heavy front doors, the sharp click of my heels echoing off the marble foyer. "Well, look who finally decided to come back."I stopped. Sophie was standing at the base of the grand staircase. Fully dressed this time, wearing a tight, tacky pink dress that looked incredibly cheap compared to the blue suit I was wearing. Her face was twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated fury. "Did you have fun draining Ethan’s accounts?" Sophie sneered, marching toward me. "He has been screaming at his executives all afternoon because of you. You embarrassed him in front of the Knights this morning, and now you're parading around like you own the place.""I am his legal wife, Sophie," I stated smoothly

Ethan closed the distance between me and the front doors until I could smell the bourbon on his breath. The tablet in his hand still glowed with that cursed photo of me laughing between Elias and Elijah, Elias’s hand resting low on my back like he had every right to touch me. “You think you’re clever, Clara?” he repeated, voice low and shaking. “You think you can play games with me?”I did not step back. My heels stayed planted on the cold marble even though my pulse hammered in my throat. “I went to dinner,” I said. “That is all.”“Dinner.” He let out a short, ugly laugh. “With my business partners. With the two men who looked at you like they already knew how you taste. Do you have any idea what the board is going to say when they see these pictures tomorrow morning?”“I do not care what the board says.”His eyes flashed. He lifted the tablet higher, forcing the image closer to my face. “Look at yourself. Look at how you smiled for them. You never smiled like that for me.”“You

Elias did not wait for me to answer. He already had his phone to his ear as he strode toward the elevator, one hand locked around my wrist like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. “Elijah,” he said the second the line connected. “Someone has been inside Clara’s room. There is a photo. Private. Taken three nights ago. We are heading back to the Hayes mansion now. Meet us there.” He hung up without waiting for a reply. The elevator doors closed. The silence between us felt heavy. My heart slammed against my ribs hard enough to hurt. That photo had been taken while I was alone, vulnerable, thinking the locked door meant safety. Someone had stood in the dark and watched me. “Who would do that?” I asked, my voice thinner than I wanted. Elias looked at me. His usual calm was gone. In its place was something colder and far more dangerous. “Someone who wants leverage. Or someone who wants to destroy you publicly. Either way, we are going to find out.” The drive back to