The Ex-Fiancée Is Not Yours Anymore

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Word Count: 1103 | Released on: 08/09/2026

her waist, only to find Abdiel fully dressed in a fresh, impeccably tailored suit, standing by the window and looking out at the grit

ded her a sleek, matte black business card

her mind still hazy with sleep and the lingering hea

no room for argument. "Call Aidan today. He'll set you up with a corporate distribution contract. You'll

a phone number and the title Executive Assistant to Abdiel Sharpe. There was no mention of the Sharpe family's va

he murmured, h

d meeting. I'm leaving." And just like that, he was gone, the heavy door clicking shut behind

of blazing intimacy. She bit her lip, a sharp pang of hurt echoing in her chest. But she couldn't deny the relief the money would b

ling city hospital. She was exhausted, her muscles aching from the wild intensity of the previous night. Her best frie

a demanded, her eyes wide with s

ake up," Emaline mumbled, pulling on her whi

face. "Up late, huh? Were you and your man..." No

l's relentless pace and powerful grip flashed t

thoroughly ravished," Nora teased, her eyes darting to Em

ing as she tried to hide the dark, unmistakable lov

t? I guess he's not totally useless," Nora laughed,

p pain pierced Emaline's chest. "N

aline, do you know how serious this is? If he finds out you cheat

her voice firm and resolute. "Even if

t? W

f their engagement, how she had caught him cheating with Tiffany Sterling, a

d his entire bloodline. "That cheating bastard! You know what, Emaline? Good riddance! You don't need that toxic trash in your life.

Emaline chuckled, feeling a heavy weight lif

lastair?" Nora cheered, completely abandoning her curiosity a

Aidan Sullivan. They agreed to meet at a quiet,

in a sharp, impeccably tailored black suit. He was efficient, profes

Provide your bank routing number. The commission from the Elysian liquor sales w

n to keep her mother in VIP care indefinitely. She signed it, fee

to the hospital breakroom

idan Sullivan? The executive assistant for Sharpe H

through the cafe window whil

temples. How could she explain that she was sleep

my god. I won't force you to tell me the detail

d. "Nora, I just signed a liquor distribution

ract where you do absolutely no work, and you expect me to believe you aren't sleeping with him? If y

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“My name is Emaline Knight, and I have the worst luck in Manhattan. Twenty-four hours ago I had a fiancé, a future, and a family name worth something. Then my father went bankrupt in a federal scandal, my mother landed in the ICU, and my darling Alastair dumped me by text message-like I was a streaming subscription he forgot to cancel. Did I mention he replaced me with a walking malpractice suit named Tiffany? So yes, I had a few tequilas. And yes, I may have informed the most dangerous man in the city that if I couldn't be Alastair's wife, I'd settle for becoming his aunt. That's how I ended up in the bed of Abdiel Sharpe-the billionaire who owns half of Manhattan and terrifies the other half. He left at dawn without a goodbye. Fine. Whatever. I had bigger problems: my mother's hospital bill was due at five o'clock, and I couldn't afford to keep her alive. I begged at the Hayes mansion. They sneered at me. They called me trash. And then the man I'd slept with-the uncle of the man who broke my heart-walked in, made them grovel, and warned them all to stay out of his sight. He gave me a job at his club. He tried to hand me a million dollars; I handed it back. He keeps appearing like an expensive storm, ruining anyone who dares to lay a hand on me. I keep telling myself he's a one-night mistake with an excellent tailor. But he looks at me like he owns me. And the worst part? Some dark, traitorous part of me wants him to. They say don't bite the hand that feeds you. But I'm not the one biting. He is. Right on my neck.”