Todos os capítulos de Disappeared After Divorce: Came Back For Revenge: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Niall spoke my name into the quiet space between us, but the sound died quickly against the heavy silence of his. I managed only a faint, hollow upward twitch of my lips, an empty gesture that offered no real warmth. We had finally made it back from the bar, the lingering scent of stale alcohol and cheap neon light still clinging to my clothes. Before we left, Niall had been meticulous, standing by the curb until Lora was safely tucked into the backseat of her driver's car. What tore at me was not her departure, but how effortlessly she had folded herself into his presence throughout the night. That sudden, fluid comfort between them had planted a cold, jagged knot in my chest, a frustration that had been quietly smoldering all evening and now threatened to consume me.​My body felt weighed down, every limb heavy and sluggish from the drinks I had forced down my throat. Yet my mind remained mercilessly sharp, replaying every single second of what I had been forced to watch. I remember

The phantom weight of the crimson paper still rested heavy against my mind as I stared into the quiet expanse of my office. Several days had bled into one another since that mysterious note materialized on my coffee shop table, yet the identity of the sender remained completely shrouded in darkness. I leaned back in my seat, the dark leather of my executive chair groaning softly as I pivoted toward the heavy oak desk where my assistant stood meticulously sorting a stack of white documents. I let out a measured breath and cleared my throat to break the silence.​Ian paused, raising his eyes from the neatly aligned papers. "Sir Carson?"​"Ian, is there still no progress from the federal agents regarding the identity of the person who left that paper on my table the other day?" I asked, my fingers lightly tapping against my armrest.​Ian shifted his weight, a subtle shadow of frustration crossing his face. "They have nothing, Sir. No solid leads whatsoever regarding that individual. In f

The harsh, blue glare of my smartphone screen sliced through the pitch-black shadows of the study, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the air. On the heavy mahogany desk, the device buzzed relentlessly, vibrating across the polished wood with a metallic rattle that echoed off the high ceiling of the mansion.​I leaned back into the leather armchair, staring at the flashing name on the display. Ian. It was the sixth time the screen had come alive in the past twenty minutes. Five missed calls already logged, each one a stark reminder of the world outside this fortress of quiet, a world I was desperately trying to keep at bay.​When the device began its rhythm anew, I finally exhaled, reached out, and dragged the glass against my ear without offering a greeting.​"Sir Carson, why on earth did it take you so long to pick up?" Ian's voice burst through the speaker, crisp, breathless, and laced with suppressed panic. "You haven't set foot in the building for nearly two weeks. The boar

The memory refused to loosen its grip. A shadowy, hooded silhouette drifted through the periphery of my mind, haunting my thoughts like a ghost tethered to my gaze. Just two days ago, while I reclined in the plush leather backseat of my car, the figure had appeared past the rain-streaked window. I had barked a sudden order for my driver to slam on the brakes, scrambling out into the cool air only to find the pavement deserted. Nothing remained except a quiet, gray stretch of concrete and the distant hum of passing traffic.​Later that same day, as I stepped into the corporate tower, a sharp jolt of recognition had hit me. The security monitors near the lobby café flashed a quick frame of footage, capturing the exact same dark hoodie slipping past the glass doors just moments before I had arrived.​The warmth of soft lips dragging across my chest pulled me violently back to the present. Samantha was hovering above me, her mouth trailing heat over my skin. Half the mother-of-pearl butto

I adjusted my necktie, smoothing the silk against my throat before tugging the pristine cuffs of my tuxedo jacket down to my wrists. A quiet glance shifted to my assistant, standing attentively by the mahogany desk.​"Ian, gather everything I need for the conference room. Double check that all board members have arrived and taken their seats."​"Right away, Sir Carson." Ian picked up the laptop alongside the leather bound portfolios holding the morning presentation materials, stepping toward the door.​A slow, heavy breath expanded my chest. Five minutes remained before the conference begins. The silence of the office gave way to the sharp memory of Niall’s voice ringing through the car speakers during my driving in the morning off to my company building. A violent shake of my head followed, an urgent attempt to rattle the words loose from my mind. Niall wanted Lora. He intended to pursue my ex-wife, declaring it with a casual ease that made my blood run cold.​Another harsh jerk of m