Gwen The Ex Files 소설 & 이야기

When we finally pulled apart, she brushed her fingers through my hair and looked at me with something between comfort and satisfaction. "Why don't I make you feel better?" she said, smiling again. "Then we can start planning a burial for your late ex-wife." Mira's smile deepened, that familiar predatory glint flashing in her eyes as she shifted on my lap. Her thighs straddled me tighter. She did not wait for permission or words. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my neck. She sank her teeth into the skin there, hard and possessive, like she was marking what had always been hers.

She was now wondering if he remembered that when picking the place. They got a table near the window that had an amazing view, and even though they caught a few eyes on the way, the people inside the restaurant seemed more concerned with their meals than the two new diners, which Gwen appreciated. She didn't want to make to the headlines on the next morning just because she was having dinner with her ex. "So… Are you not modeling anymore?" Finn asked as soon as the waiter served them wine and left the table. Gwen took a sip from her glass before answering. When they first met, Gwen was a burgeoning model and a spokeswoman for a cosmetic company.

My chest clenched, but I made myself move. I discovered the safe beneath a framed artwork. My hands shook as I entered my birthday. The lock clicked. I opened it and took a sharp inhale. Stacks of files. A hard disk. Handwritten notes. I grabbed everything, my heart racing. Owen looked over my shoulder. "What the hell is all this?" I did not respond, my fingers trembling as I scanned through a document. My father's handwriting is written across the top. Caleb Winters. Fraud. Embezzlement. Extortion."

The closer she got to the door, the more she thought she recognized the voice, but being so far away in the country, it was impossible that she was hearing who she thought she was until the voice quieted down. She cautiously opened the door. In case Owen was talking to someone important. But it was their weekend getaway. "Gwen?" she said the minute she walked in. The voice she had been hearing was nothing other than that of Owen's secretary talking to someone on the phone. "Hello, Mrs. Anderson. Sorry to disturb your weekend. Mr. Anderson said to collect some of his files that he left behind," she said and picked up files that were scattered on the bed. "Work that couldn't wait until the wee

I heard him continuing, "It's Calvin, your ex-assistant from Reywalt Corporation. I have seen him meeting Miss Carmella too, but he meets her in Mr Dominic's absence." "Do you have any proof?" I asked, surprisingly way too calm for the news. "Yes sir, I am sending you photos." "Okay, send me." I hung up and a second later, my phone beeped with a few photos. I opened them and... He was right... The photos were taken from a very long distance. The pictures were not HD quality but The people in the photos are visible to know their identities. I only stared at the photos he send to me. Mother... She is alive? How? Why did she only meet Dominic and not me?

"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that I know who you are. Marcus Quinn, a former genius trader and the scapegoat in that acquisition case six years ago. What, haven't suffered enough yet?" I wiped the water from my face, watching her warily. "Why'd you save me?" The woman stood up and walked to the railing, looking at the Oceanview Villa in the distance. "That's because those two have something that belongs to me, and I want them dead too. The enemy of my enemy is a friend, right?" She turned around, pulled a USB drive from her pocket, and tossed it to me. "This has some of the evidence about where that money went back then. It's not complete, but it's enough to make them panic for

I knew what a man looked like when he was trying to hide his anger. His jaw tightened and his thumb moved to lock the screen, but not before I caught a glimpse of the message preview. "Adrian, we need to talk about your interest in Julian Hart's ex-wife. This obse…” I couldn't see the rest but I caught sight of the sender's name, Richard." Then the screen went black. My blood ran cold. Elena caught his expression too. "Everything alright?" "It's nothing." Adrian's voice was smooth. "Just an old acquaintance checking in."

"Gwen must be hiding near Mark. She knows that what she's doing is really dangerous, so she doesn't want to contact you or let you know about it." Yvonne furrowed her brows. She could roughly guess what Gwen was thinking. Gwen was secretly spying on Mark to gather information. She was also biding her time, waiting for an opportunity to exact revenge on him. What she was doing was extremely dangerous. Gwen was all alone. If she were to attack Mark, there was no way she was going to come out of it alive. Yvonne's heart sank thinking about that. "Can your men still find Gwen?" "Gwen's a pro from Emerald Group. I don't think she'll show herself again after meeting my men."

“You’re Gwenna. The first Empress of the Wanix. I’m Empress Zelda.” “Yes, I was the first Empress. I am so delighted to see the title stayed within the family.” “Oh yes. The Xanatheals still rule! This is Beta Penn, my...boyfriend.” I laughed slightly. “Beta?” Agaras asked. “A werewolf?” “Yes, of the Luan Pack.” Penn informed him. They both looked horrified. “Th-the Luan Pack?” Gwenna whispered. “No! We were never supposed to speak to them again!”