Heather The Ex-files Novels & Stories

Anna explained, igniting Jason's anger and making it burn even brighter in his heart. Jason's eyes darkened. His jaw tightened, making his teeth clench. “Alena! She's gone too far! She dared to hurt Mama,” Jason fumed, clenching his fists. “But where did Alena get the money to hire thugs? I'm sure hiring thugs isn't cheap.” "You know your ex-wife is a slut, right? She likes to seduce rich men, just like she seduced the Scott family heirs. Maybe Alena got a lot of money from satisfying rich men, and then she paid those three thugs."

" Heather yelled hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. Even though she had broken up with Ambrose, she could not quite let go of him. Heather could no longer suppress her emotions after Morticia refused to admit the truth. Morticia frowned, puzzled, as she watched Heather go insane. 'What on earth was she on about?' Archfiend Antigonus, with a gloomy expression, said to Morticia, "Heather and Ambrose fought over the child. Then Forsythe kidnapped her. She went into great detail about everything. "Morticia, what else do you want to say? Are you still going to hide the truth from me?"

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 65: Who? . “What ended up happening to the call later? The one with the investors?” Hector asks, eyes flickering back and forth between his two computer screens as he rapidly types away on his keyboard. He’s wearing a navy suit today, his hair neatly combed back off his forehead, trademark wire-framed glasses perched on his nose. “It’s still happening today, but it was bumped to 4:30,” Isabella says.

Heather looked from him to me with angry eyes. “ I’ll make it up to you I promise,” Christian said. Heather looked at him for a long time, her chest heaving then turned back to me. “ You just don’t know mind your business, Underwood, I swear this time your nosiness is going to cost you,” she threatened before turning round to leave in a huff, her red hair flying behind her. As soon as she was gone Christian turned his cold gray eyes at me and stared for what seemed like an eternity. I stared right back until I started to feel uncomfortable with how his eyes bore into mine.

As she had expected, the information within the file confirmed that she and Aura were blood-related, whereas neither of them was related to Charles or Rosalyn! A glimmer of malice flashed through Heather's eyes. She extended her hands as though she were about to tear the papers apart. “Aura is already dead, so why are you choosing to insult her using this? Do you have no heart?” Before she could rip the folder apart, Jim snatched it back from her and sneered, “Heather, you say that I faked this report, so why are you so desperate to destroy it? Are you afraid that Father and Mother will see its contents?”

“Good Lord! How can this be true? Were these bastards planning a coup against the king?” General Harold let out in surprise, staring fixedly at the computer with me. I couldn’t vie everything, but I think I’ve seen enough to convince my father that Heather is not the enemy here. He would have no choice but to switch his trial to the Alphas and the lycans. I forwarded all the files to my email before it disappeared again, and I decided to take a few minutes to check out the lycan files to see if I would see a name I recognized.

“This is the file you requested for ma, complete.” “Oh, about that,” she accepted it with a warm smile, placing it by the side of her MacBook. “Thanks.” “Also,” he paused, bringing a paper out of his pocket before placing it on the table gently, sliding it closer to Elysia. “From ArgonTech.” “State their point Mr. Henderson,” Elysia replied, placing her hands on her waist as she placed a weight on a certain leg— it was the right. “As you see, I've things to do.”

Until we meet again, Heatherians. THE END

And this time, I watched carefully and noticed that editing, how expressions that didn’t match the narrative were pushed aside. I spoke finally. “They set her up.” Theo leaned against the table. “Yeah. Pretty brutal too. That clip? Old footage. Different days stitched together.” My gaze shifted to him. “And the replacement bride?” “Alice Hunt,” he said. “Now officially Mrs. Jared Walton.” That was… interesting! Theo opened the next file and showed me the pictures of Jared’s wedding, my nephew’s glowing smile and happy groom’s look, screaming suspicion. I picked up one of the photographs.