Total Drama The Ex-files Novels & Stories

"What now?" “Sir,” he said, placing his tab on my desk. “You need to see this.” I frowned, glancing at the screen. I read the headline with lines on my forehead. "Young CEO and Billionaire Mason Woods Moves On After Tragic Divorce: Possible Remarriage?" My grip on my pen tightened as I scrolled down. Lydia’s name was everywhere. "Lydia woods, the billionaire’s ex-wife, tragically lost in the prison fire weeks ago, was the centre of a scandal that rocked the woods family…"

El Patrio couldn't resist the opportunity to add more fuel to the already volatile situation. With a sly smile, he opened the brown envelope, revealing a collection of documents neatly organized inside. He handled them with theatrical care as if relishing the tension in the room. "Now, Father," El Patrio began, his voice dripping with drama, "let's see what we have here, shall we?" The Beast watched with a mixture of curiosity and dread as El Patrio extracted the documents from the envelope one by one, placing them on the table before him.

Shit, I knew I’d be in trouble and it looks like I am. Dylan telling me last night that he has seen how his ex looks at me almost made me want to dig my own grave, jump in it and have someone shovel the earth over me. Fuck Man, and yet he kind of seemed fine with it. But that is probably because he doesn’t know his ex-had her mouth around my member literally the hour before.

tell Carmen now and risk breaking her heart with pieces of the truth, or keep digging, leave a trail behind, and pray she’d forgive me once she found it. I crossed the room, pulled open my top drawer, and took out the file I hadn’t shown anyone yet. Wire transfers to shell companies. Falsified medical grants. Blake’s father’s name appeared on three of them… and one document was signed by someone named B. Lockwood. Could be Blake. Could be another relative. But I needed to know for sure. If I told her tonight, I’d be throwing a grenade into her life without knowing if the pin had even been pulled.

one of the officers reported, frustration evident in his tone. His hopes plummeted. It felt like the ground beneath him was slipping away. "Destroyed? Can't you recover anything?" he asked, desperation creeping into his voice. The officer sighed, "We'll try our best, sir, but it looks like a professional job. It's going to take time." They continued their attempts to salvage the footage, William's mind raced. He couldn't comprehend the magnitude of the situation. Someone had not only broken into his home but had also manipulated the evidence to cast a shadow over Tessa. The complexity of the plot began to unravel before him.

But as fate would have it, he didn’t pull out a weapon when he opened the drawer, as I thought earlier. He pulled out a file and placed it on the desk. “Because I was never meant to survive this,” he said calmly. I stared at him blankly. “What is that?” “Insurance.” He pushed the file toward me. “Check it out.” I hesitated at first but later proceeded to check it out. Inside were printed bank statements, wire transfers, encrypted account IDs, and large sums with dates that matched the ambush attempts. After going through the files, I looked up slowly at Matteo.

I rubbed my eyes as I sat up. "Really? Then why did I see it on one of the adult channels? Melissa you know full well you are not supposed to watch those channels." She growled. "I didn't turn it on to one of the adult channels. Maybe when I fell asleep I accidentally pressed a button on the remote that changed the channel." I lied. "I think we both know that’s not true. Doesn’t matter if you want to tell the truth, you’re grounded for 2 days.” She crossed her arms as she watched my mouth drop.

“Married? Please. You’ve been useless for years. Can’t even give me a proper heir. Bad luck, that’s what you are. I cursed the day I met you. Should’ve listened to my gut and never put a ring on your finger.” The words landed like slaps. I staggered back a step. Tyler stood, straightening his designer shirt. “I’m done with this conversation. And with you. Sort your own mess.” He grabbed his keys and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I sank to the floor, knees buckling. Bitter tears poured down my cheeks as the weight of betrayal crushed me. I cried until my throat burned and my chest ached, curled up on the cold hardwood like a discarded thing.

"But we can’t let that stop us." I nodded, keeping my eyes on the door as Elias worked. My heart raced, adrenaline pumping through my veins. This felt like an impossible mission, one that could end in disaster. He moved quickly, searching through encrypted files and finding a way to break into the Westbrook server. Each passing second felt like an eternity, the silence between us thick with the weight of everything that had happened. There was no turning back now. "Got it," Elias murmured, his voice triumphant. I leaned over his shoulder, hoping that this time, we’d find what we needed. He scrolled through a list of files and folders, his brow furrowing as he clicked on one particularly larg

“But I never lied about how I feel.” “I don’t need your protection,” she said, voice shaking. “I need the truth.” Before I could answer, the phone on the nightstand buzzed. I picked it up. My blood turned cold. Vincent’s voice crackled through the speaker. “We have a problem. Oliver’s gone. And he took the file.” My mind went still. Danielle’s eyes narrowed. “What file?” I couldn’t lie. Not anymore. “The evidence,” I said. “On your father’s murder. On Oliver. On me.”