The Ex Freida Mcfadden 소설 & 이야기

I can't keep up with Dahlia's silence, it's eating at me. I'm not sure how we'll move forward with her being all cold toward me, but luckily she brought the file in herself. After signing. I pick my phone up and grab the file before heading out. Sam’s back after meeting a client in my stead. I drop the file with him and head right out. Nexora, that's where Meghan works. Freya Caldwell owns it, the daughter of an old friend of the Steeles. She's been mooning over Hunter since she met him.

I felt powerful, like I was in control and I had the backing of a strong man with me. “Isabella?” I looked up. Just at the entrance, my ex husband and ex best friend stood there. My eyes dropped down ,seeing the bump that formed in Sarah's middle. “Wow,” she said. I was wearing a black gown, with gold buttons. My LV shoe was a red bottom, the heels lifting me up so I could look into her eyes, my lips a bright red, while I held a small red purse. Along with my gold jewelries and my hair in a side swoop, I knew I looked good. Donatello had almost not let me leave, spanking my ass when I walked away from him.

Not now. I pulled my phone closer and opened Audrey’s latest text again. A screenshot from a financial blog Fred limited receives anonymous $20M cash injection, saving their flagship hotel project. Beneath it, Audrey had added her own note: Guess you just saved the empire, boss lady. Hope they choke on it. I smiled, the same way I had the night I sent the first wire transfer under my alias. They had no idea their silent savior was the daughter they discarded like trash. They didn’t know the price they’d soon pay.

She said she had never met anyone as gullible as I was. The divorce papers arrived an hour later. I didn’t bother to go through them. What was the point? The only person that said goodbye to me was the elderly maid who had been working there before I arrived as a maid and later fell in love with my billionaire boss. Getting into the car, I drove off, tears cascading down my cheeks. One moment, I was a happy wife, the next, I was a disgraced ex-wife returning to her hometown.

“She’s confused. Give her a second.” Freeda snapped her gaze to Abigail. “Stop talking for me.” Abigail blinked, offended. “I’m trying to keep you from regretting what you say.” Freeda’s voice stayed level. “The only thing I regret is thinking silence would protect me.” Randy’s phone tilted slightly, adjusting the angle. Always the angle. “Freeda,” he said, softer, meant for the viewers, “she’s exhausted. She’s been through a lot. She doesn’t mean half of what she’s doing.”

I was bringing my husband home. Madeline stood in the shadows of the safe house, her eyes glued to the news feed on the wall. "What the fuck is this?" she hissed, her knuckles turning white around the remote. On the screen, Frederic was unraveling. The video was everywhere—social media, the local news, encrypted underworld channels. He was being dismantled by Zack, caught in a trap he was too arrogant to see coming. And he was dragging Madeline’s name through the dirt with every word.

She continued watching the television and it turns out, the other man whom she met on the ship, Frederick, is an actor, or was, he already quit showbiz and left tons of women crying. “If only they knew what a douche he is,” she muttered under breath while the crunchy sound of the kelp filled the small apartment unit. Her teeth grinding the fresh kelps a bit harder as she felt mad from being accused as a murderer. Preposterous. Her breakfast ended that way, full of questions about who truly Azrael Thorne Exercroz is, the man who turns into a crab whenever he gets embarrassed. While thinking, a thought passed by her mind. “Ah, wait, what was the position I applied for in Axia Company?” she the

“I don’t think anything funny even went on in that room.” Kent’s eyes flash to her. “What?” “Just look,” Fiona says, gesturing to the screen, where Fay has reached her door. The camera shows Fay’s face as she twists the knob and walks in. “Can’t you see? Her hair isn’t mussed, and neither is her makeup. Her lips aren’t even swollen.” Kent, unable to help himself, turns to study the image, nothing that Fiona is correct. “She’s not even walking funny,” Fiona says, smirking and watching Kent’s face. “If Daniel had really given it to her –“

Levy I’m not sure what to think right now, I mean I just fucked my son’s ex-girlfriend. So many emotions are swirling around my head that it feels like it might explode. I couldn’t resist her anymore, the way she stood there in that damn black lingerie and those stockings. She is enough to bring a stronger man than I down to his knees to beg for her. She smiles at me wickedly, “you are a hot fuck, Levy. No two ways about it. I can’t wait until you can take your time with me in the bedroom.”

Now, he was being praised as a young philanthropist. They had spread rumors of Oscar hiring escorts, but the drama only boosted the ratings of his unreleased show. Even worse, when they sent Freya to accuse him of being a heartless jerk who dumped her after becoming famous, the McKinney Group's PR team readily produced evidence that Oscar and Freya had never been in a relationship, exposing her as someone with an unhealthy obsession. The millions of dollars spent by Edgar had gone down the drain. He slammed his laptop shut, sending it crashing to the ground.