Todos los capítulos de Dear ex-husband, I'm now your ruthless, cocky boss's wife.: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

~~~Ronan~~~I was in my office when my phone buzzes hard against the table.I glance at the screen, Zander. I frowned. It’s unusual for him to call this late. I pick up.“Yeah?”His voice comes through tight, almost strained. He starts talking fast. The second the words “Nadia” and “attacked” leave his mouth, my whole body goes still.I sit forward, elbows on my knees, free hand dragging down my face.“What the fuck did you just say?”He repeats it. More details this time. The road. The men. Her unconscious. Hospital.Shock hits me like a cold wave. For a second I can’t even speak. My mind just… blanks. Nadia. Zendaya’s sister. The one who’s always buzzing around, loud and dramatic and full of life.I swallow hard.“I’m on my way,” I tell him, already standing.I almost call Zendaya right then. My thumb hovers over her name. But I stop myself. If I tell her this over the phone she’ll fall apart with no one there. I know her. It’ll destroy her. She needs to hear it face to face. She ne

~~~Zendaya~~~I remember now, Nash mentioned it once, ages ago, in passing, some offhand comment about Piper's family being "a whole different kind of trouble," about a brother with a record, about how she kept him at arm's length from polite company for a reason. I hadn't thought twice about it then. Why would I have? It was just background noise, just another piece of gossip about people I didn't care enough to remember.I care now.My hands start shaking again, this time with something sharper than grief, something hot, furious, violent.Piper did this. Piper had her own brother hurt my sister. Yes. Her and Nash. It had to be them.I wipe furiously at my tears, but it doesn't even matter anymore because rage is already burning through every inch of my body, hot and vicious, chasing the grief clean out of my veins. My jaw clenches so hard it aches, teeth grinding together, hands curling into fists so tight my nails bite crescents into my palms.Jesus Christ.No wonder. No wonder th

~~~Zendaya~~~ My hands are shaking around the grip of this gun, and I don't even recognize myself right now. Not the woman who cried in a hospital corridor two hours ago. Not the woman who begged a lawyer to save her father's legacy. Something colder's taken over. Something I didn't know lived inside me until tonight. I found the address easy enough, Ronan's people are good, scary good, had it to me within the hour once I told him I needed it, no questions asked past the first one, which was just why, and I gave him nothing but a look that apparently said enough. I didn't tell him what I planned to do once I had it. He thinks I'm home. Safe. Grieving quietly in some corner while he and Zander chase down leads through proper legal channels, warrants, court dates, justice moving at its slow, civilized pace. Justice can wait its turn. I'm standing outside this door now, chest heaving, gun heavy and foreign in my grip, and every single image from that hospital room is playing on a lo

~~~Zendaya~~~My grip loosens around her throat, just enough, and Piper gasps violently, sucking in air, body sagging slightly against the wall as my hand drops to her collarbone instead, still pinning her, still dangerous, but no longer choking the life out of her."What videos." My voice comes out low, lethal, barely above a whisper. "What. Videos."Nash's chest is heaving, hands still raised slightly like he's trying to physically hold back whatever's about to happen next. "The… the videos they took," he stammers, eyes darting nervously between me and Piper, "when Nadia was, when she was being attacked. Jackie filmed it. All of it. It contains her vulnerable photos."The world tilts sideways.My hand goes slack against Piper's collarbone for just a second, horror crashing through me so violently I actually feel my knees threaten to buckle.They filmed it.My sister, bruised, terrified, screaming for help, fighting for her life on some empty street and somewhere in the middle of it,

~~~Zendaya~~~"Isn't your 'sick brain' supposed to have figured this out already?!" Nash’s hands fly up, gesturing wildly, chest heaving. "I want your wealth, Zendaya! Your wealth!" His voice cracks on the last word, raw with everything he's been too much of a coward to just say outright until now. "Everything you took from me! The house, the accounts, the assets, all of it! I want it back, and I want it signed over, and I want it done soon , or that video goes everywhere! Every platform! Every single person in this city will see exactly what happened to your precious little sister!"A bitter smile curls slow across my lips, cold and humorless."So you finally admit it." My voice comes out quiet now, deceptively calm, the kind of calm that only sits on top of something far more dangerous underneath. "You destroyed my sister's entire dignity for this." I let out a disbelieving laugh, gesturing between us, at the apartment, at everything. "For money that was never even yours to begin w