Todos los capítulos de Dear EX: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Nina’s POV"Get in, Nina," Roman repeated, his voice dangerously low against the hum of the sports car's engine.I pressed my back against the glass doors of Blake HQ, crossing my arms tightly over my wool coat. I stared down at him with the coldest, most indifferent expression I could manage."No, Roman," I said, pitching my voice so it sounded light, detached, and completely unbothered. "I'm taking the subway home. Roll your window up before someone spots you."Roman didn't roll the window up. Instead, he unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed the door open, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. He looked massive in the dim streetlights, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch."I am not going to ask you twice, Nillie," he murmured, taking two slow steps toward me. "Get in the car, or I will pick you up right here on the curb and carry you into the passenger seat myself. I don't give a damn if the security cameras catch it."My jaw dropped slightly. I knew t

Nina’s POVThe warm, gentle weight of the morning vanished the second Victoria’s cold voice cut through the phone speaker."Damien is already hosting private dinners with three major board members, Roman," Victoria said, her tone sharp, efficient, and completely unyielding. "He is consolidating his power base while you sleep."Roman sat up in bed, his jaw tight as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "I’m working on the Apex Tech restructuring plan, Mother. The numbers will speak for themselves.""Numbers are not enough," Victoria snapped. "The board wants total stability. They want an heir who represents absolute corporate strength. Which is why I am accelerating your marriage timeline."I sat up beside Roman, clutching the white sheet against my bare chest, my breath hitching in my throat."I am not accelerating anything, Mother," Roman growled, his voice dropping into a dark warning."You don't have a choice," Victoria declared smoothly. "I spoke with Arthur Harrington this mornin

Nina’s POVThe forty-eight hours passed like a slow-motion nightmare.I barely slept. I kept my phone clutched in my hand every second, refreshing the encrypted cloud folder where my photos of Damien’s embezzlement audit sat. Every time I walked down the marble corridors of Blake HQ, I felt like the floor was going to collapse beneath my feet.Friday morning arrived cold and gray, rain slicking the floor-to-ceiling windows of Suite 4000.I sat at the small intern recording desk in the back corner of the grand executive boardroom, my fingers hovering over my laptop keyboard. My pulse was drumming in my ears.This was supposed to be the moment. Roman was going to walk into this 9:00 AM emergency meeting, drop the encrypted financial evidence on the table, and destroy Damien before Damien could release the blackmail video to the Harrington family.The heavy double doors swung open.Damien stepped into the room first, immaculate in a charcoal suit, smoothly adjusting his cuffs. He looked

Nina’s POVThe iron gates of the Blake estate hummed open, and my taxi pulled up the long, winding driveway.The sprawling stone mansion looked colder and larger than ever under the gray evening sky. Every time I stepped foot on this property, my stomach churned with a mixture of dread and crushing guilt.I took the grand marble staircase up to the second floor and pushed open the doors to Amelia's master dressing suite.The room was bathed in soft, warm light. Rack after rack of designer evening gowns lined the walls, and the air smelled like expensive roses and chilled champagne. Amelia was sitting at her vanity table in a satin robe, while two professional stylists pinned her dark hair into an elegant chignon."Nillie!" Amelia cried out, her face instantly lighting up as she saw me in the mirror. She jumped out of her chair, running over to wrap her arms around me in a tight hug. "You made it! Oh, thank goodness.""Of course I came," I murmured, holding her tight, my heart aching w

Nina’s POVMy skin crawled. The filthy, shameless way Vance Sterling looked at my chest—like I was a piece of meat displayed on a silver platter—made a wave of pure, white-hot fury explode through my veins.He actually thought he could speak to me like that. He thought because I was an intern, because I wore a dress he liked, I would just giggle, blush, and follow him up to his hotel room."You have five seconds to step out of my space," I said, my voice dropping into an icy, dangerous register.Vance smirked, leaning even closer, his whiskey-laced breath hot against my cheek. "Or what, sweetheart? You're going to scream and ruin your sister's reputation?"He reached out, his hand sliding toward my bare waist.I didn't hesitate.I grabbed my half-full glass of ice-cold champagne from the high-top table and splashed it directly into his face.SPLASH.Vance gasped, choking as the stinging alcohol hit his eyes. Before he could wipe his face, I drew my right hand back and brought my palm