Heather The Ex-files Novels & Stories

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.

The man replied. Heather turned cold as she stared at the man “I want that man dead as soon as possible. I don’t care what the fuck you people will do to find him because you will be the one dying “He threatened and gestured him out of the office. He took the will and kept it in her safe. When the right time comes by, it will come handy in use. For now, she had other important matters to attend to. For instance, to find out who the fucking hell was Dimas’s lawyer.

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."

he says, making me nod. I felt bad for Heather. The screenshots that Ladybug had sent me, included a written statement by Heather and Vincent's ex-wife. All the abuse they had suffered silently by him, and pictures of how bad his men had beaten Heather this last time. They were the perfect renegade to his downfall, and by looks of it, they were n0t going to take his fall lightly. "So... What now?" I ask as I placed my hand on my hips, looking toward the motel. "Now we go after him. I'm pretty sure they should be done with their kinks by now. Let's go get our boy." he says, gesturing to the officers.

How could Steve's switch in behavior be related to her? It probably had something to do with his company. Fortunately, Lucas Harrison had brought an end to that crazy war. After assuring Kate that she would investigate Steve, Heidi hung up. She wanted to drop the phone when her fingers accidentally touched some applications on the home screen. The phone's gallery opened, and the first thing she saw was a folder containing some strange photos of her. Heidi straightened up, her eyes squinting. The heck!

she closed the door behind her and dropped the tray on his desk. The office was such a mess; he had paper works everywhere on his table and even on the floor. “what have you been doing in here, everything looks so….sad” Harley said as her eyes wandered around the office like it wasn’t even something good to look at “I have been trying to see if I could find a way to…save the remaining people at Haynes technologies and maybe find the first alpha Grey created which is Experiment 25…. Roman St Laurent” he handed Roman’s file to her which she collected hastily.

BOOK 1 OF THE DESTINED LOVE SERIES: Little Alfred Plays Matchmaker: The Billionaire's Regret ***MIRABELLA’S POV*** I stared blankly at the file in my hand, still trying to wrap my head around it. It’s a divorce document sent to me by my beloved husband. At first, I thought he was joking when he first mentioned it to me, but now that it is in my possession, it is crystal clear that my husband meant it. He had already signed his part before having the documents sent to me.

“She had access to all our databases. She understood the system architecture better than anyone.” “That’s ridiculous,” Julian snapped. “She didn’t even finish ...” “How,” he said slowly, “would she know how to do that?” No one answered. His mind raced backward, late nights she spent on her laptop, screen dimmed. The files she closed when he walked in. The odd jobs she took up at the company. He’d never asked for details, because he had never thought she mattered enough. By evening, headlines screamed: TECH GIANT LOSES MILLIONS AFTER SERVER BREACH. COULD PERSONAL TURMOIL BE TO BLAME?