4 Exes Novels & Stories

“I didn’t think you’d actually give it to me.” “I know, which is why I gave it to you. Would you like to go through it?” he asked. “Do you want me to?” I asked in confusion, only to get a shrug in response. Now I know why he didn’t mind. Six’s phone is borderline brand new, and I’m not talking about the actual phone. I mean that he doesn’t have any messages (except the one text he sent me last night), a call history, photos, videos, or even an internet history. He only has Cash, Eli, Westley, Summer, and, surprisingly, Noah and I’s numbers only.

Chapter 138 As they were still recovering from the news, one of the department heads entered the room. He looked at Marcus and hesitated for a while before he addressed him, “Boss, we are in trouble. Our last product had a defect, and now all the clients are requesting a refund. We need a total of five billion to pay them up.” Marcus waved his hand, “Just pay up. If you can’t even handle such a simple matter, why do I need you here?”

I had to trust myself and my training. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – DEAR EX, YOU ARE MY MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – DON’T BULLY ME, ALPHA! 3.⁠ ⁠Jax Stone – I’M HIS MATE, NOT HIS CHOICE 4.⁠ ⁠Aira Stone – REJECTED ONCE, TWICE CLAIMED 5.⁠ ⁠Samantha Stone – BONDED TO THE DANGEROUS ALPHA

Charles was there exactly where I expected her to be. She sat behind a large desk reviewing documents while the household accountant worked beside her. Both women looked up when I walked in. Mrs. Charles frowned. "Miss Hayes." Her tone made it clear she wasn't pleased to see me. Me too Mrs. Perky nose glasses. It was a name I have reserved for her. Nobody knows it and it will remain so. "I need to ask you something." Mrs. Charles set her eye-glasses and pen down. "What is it?" Instead of answering, I walked forward and placed my phone on the desk. The screen was already open to my account history.

Nevertheless, Cesare didn’t offer much of an explanation. “That reminds me. How are you doing with your pregnancy?” I shook my head and pointed at my belly. “I’m doing well, but my baby didn’t make it.” Cesare went stiff. It took a while before he whispered, “I’m sorry.” I assured him that it was fine with a smile before giving him a pat on his shoulder. “Come on. Your fans are going to break my windows if you don’t show up.” There was no denying Cesare’s popularity. The ten-foot-wide store was packed to the brim, and even traffic police had to step in to manage the congestion.

“But there’s something you need to know.” Adrian raised a brow. “What?” “Your son — he’s not the only one.” Lena froze. “What do you mean?” “There were twelve,” Kira said. “Twelve prototypes. The Firstborn was the only one completed… but the others were born differently. Roth called them Echoes.” Lena’s blood ran cold. “Are they alive?” Kira nodded. “Somewhere out there. And Roth’s signal is calling them home.” --- That night, as the wind howled through the trees, Lena held the sleeping child close. Adrian sat nearby, gun resting on his knee, eyes fixed on the horizon.

Perfect. I packed my hair up in a messy bun and then went to bed. I positioned myself in a sexy way as I waited for Brandon to come out of the bathroom. I wasn't afraid to go another round that night as I would never have enough of Brandon. He was different—the kind of calm man I had wished for. I picked up my phone and clicked on the photos application. I scrolled down until I got to a file named ‘my exes’ one by one, I began deleting their pictures, the memories of my time with them flashing through my mind like bad music.

I unfolded the note and read the words. LET’S PLAY A GAME, ETH. SIX MONTHS OF CONSISTENTLY SPEAKING ONLINE WITHOUT ASKING FOR EACH OTHER’S PICTURES OR VIDEO CALLS, FOR THE SAKE OF MY PRIVACY. IF AFTER SIX MONTHS I FEEL LIKE I CAN TRUST YOU FULLY, THEN WE CAN MEET IN PERSON. Six months. A slow grin spread across my face as I looked at the note again. I was willing to wait six years if that was what it took to earn her trust. Six months was nothing compared to that.

Others were so ridiculous that Emma had to physically stop herself from commenting. Then Sofia found something. “Wait.” She opened a thread. The post was buried deep in a chemical trading forum. The discussion wasn't recent, but it contained several references to Thanox. They followed usernames. Old posts. Deleted comments. Archived conversations. One username appeared repeatedly. Sofia copied it into another search. Then another result appeared. And another. By the time they had finished digging, they had three names. Three separate sellers. Three different parts of the world. One in Singapore.

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