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2026-02-24 23:29:37
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Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Master Planner
We both shared another quiet, lingering chuckle. But as the laughter subsided, the air between us suddenly shifted, turning thick, heavy, and intensely electric. The casual, domestic comfort of the kitchen faded, replaced instantly by the raw, primitive hunger that we had unleashed on the resort terrace just twenty-four hours ago.I didn't want her to leave. I didn't want to go back to an empty bed. "But If you're leaving soon..." I murmured, my voice dropping into a rough, gravelly register that left absolutely no doubt about my intentions. I reached across the marble counter, my long fingers sliding gently around the curve of her waist, pulling her an inch closer. "Then I'm suddenly not very hungry for food."Sarah looked up at me, her breath hitching slightly as she saw the dark, predatory heat flared deep in my eyes. She didn't pull away from my touch, but her hand came up to rest firmly against my chest, her fingers digging lightly into my shirt. "Tyler," she whispered, her v
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Back Home To Peace
[Tyler's POV]It was past seven in the evening when I stepped into the main living pavilion, the rich, deeply comforting aroma of coconut curry, garlic, and toasted spices immediately enveloped me. But it wasn't just the scent of the food that caught my breath, it was the woman standing near the kitchen island. Sarah had changed out of her sharp corporate blouse. She was wearing a pair of simple, soft denim jeans and a fitted white cotton tee, her hair pulled back into a loose, messy bun with a few stray dark curls framing her face. She was carefully wiping down the marble counter with a dish towel, looking completely at peace in the warm ambient lighting of the kitchen. A sudden, sharp pang of nostalgia struck me squarely in the chest. It looked exactly like old times, back when I would return from a hard day at the production house or the office, and she would be right there, creating a sanctuary out of thin air. A heavy wave of regret washed over me as I realized, with brutal c
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Taking Responsibility
I slammed both of my palms flat down onto the glass desk with a violent, thunderous force that rattled the brass pen holders and made Chloe jump a foot in the air, her scream cutting off instantly. I stood up to my full height, my massive frame towering over the desk, the sheer, unbridled rage in my chest taking everything I had to control. I pointed a single, trembling finger directly at her face, my dark eyes boring into hers with a lethal promise. "That is the last time," I growled, my voice vibrating with the raw, protective instinct of a father pushed to his absolute limit, "that I will ever, ever hear you say such things about my daughter. Do you understand me? Leena is family. She is my daughter. She is a Rider. And if you ever breathe a single syllable of that toxic trash near her again, losing your bedroom at my house will be the absolute least of your concerns." Chloe swallowed hard, the arrogance draining from her face as she realized she had crossed a line I would nev
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Not Anymore Spoilt Little Sister
[Tyler's POV] "Miss Rider, please! You can't just walk in here without an appointment! Mr. Rider is busy." I could hear my secretary, Evelyn, shouting from behind my door. I didn't lift my head from the legal briefs spread across my desk immediately. I took a slow, deliberate breath, closing my eyes for a single second to brace myself. The moment I caught the sharp, aggressive scent of Chloe’s expensive French perfume, I already knew exactly what had transpired. Sarah had gone to the house like she said she would, and the storm had officially made land fall. I raised my eyes, resting my elbows on the polished glass surface of my desk, and gave Evelyn a calm, reassuring nod. "It’s alright, Evelyn. Leave us alone. Close the doors behind you and clear my schedule for the next thirty minutes." Evelyn looked immensely relieved, nodding hurriedly before retreating and pulling the heavy doors shut with a soft, decisive click. The silence that followed was thick, suffocating, and vibrati
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly Don't Play Stupid Games
"Keep your mouth shut, and put those hands back down" I commanded, my voice dropping into an icy, authoritative tone that completely cut her off. I pointed a firm finger at her, my blue eyes locking onto hers with a fierce intensity that made her stumble back a half-step. "I am not done speaking. You will keep your mouth shut and your ears open, Chloe, because I am only going to say this to you once, and I have absolutely no intention of repeating myself." She stared at me, shocked into a stunned, trembling silence. "I can take whatever pathetic, childish shit you throw at me," I continued, stepping into her face, my voice vibrating with rage. "I have the skin for it. But the one thing I will absolutely never tolerate under any circumstances is a thirty-one year old woman putting her psychological aggression on a nine-year old child." Chloe’s eyes flickered with a sudden, defensive panic. "What... what is that supposed to mean?" "Don't play stupid with me," I snapped. "We kno
Divorced With His Heir In My Belly A Little Face To Face
[SARAH’S POV] The morning sun was still brutally sharp, as I pulled my sedan up the paved driveway of Tyler’s house. I came here with a very specific reason. I had given Tyler my word that I would handle Chloe, and after reading Norman’s ready-to-publish article last night, I knew I had to do it quickly. When I stepped through the front door, the house was remarkably quiet. Tyler’s head chef, a lovely woman named Tiffany, greeted me at the foyer with a surprised but respectful nod. She informed me that Chloe wasn't currently in the house, having gone out early for some appointment. Instead of turning around and leaving, I decided to wait. And while I waited, a familiar, maternal instinct took over. Tyler’s life was a chaotic storm of corporate pressure right now, and Leena was caught in the crossfire of a school week. On my way over, I had stopped at a local organic market, filling the trunk of my car with fresh produce. "Tiffany," I said, rolling up the sleeves of my silk blous
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