Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-Husband, Beg Me!: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"Famous Mia Brown finally returned to the spotlight in the company of a mysterious man. Who could he be??" The reporter's voice filled the living room from the television. The question posed to the audience by the reporter wasn't a puzzle to Clarissa Brown whose face had turned clouded.Her eyes lingered on the screen as she watched her husband, Easton Maddox wrap his hand around Mia's waist in public. Leading her out of the airport into his Lamborghini. Clarissa felt the earth slip under her feet as she forced down the pile that raised in her throat. Shock and disbelief hitched on her face as she stared like a moron.Uncertainty and dread filled Clarissa from where she sat.'Mia is back.' Clarissa's heart pounded in her chest, her breathing becoming uneven as the rowdy sounds from Mia's fans echoed in the living room. They cheered along as Mia got into the car and Easton also followed.Mia, Clarissa's older sister was a top celebrity who has been leading for years now. She was the

The night was long and cold. Clarissa had barely moved from the cold floor where her strength gave out. Her face was stained with dried tears, and blood stains on her lips. Amidst her thoughts and pain, she slipped into a restless sleep. The sound of the door crashing open jolted her awake. Easton who had left earlier, stormed in like a madman, his eyes were bloodshot and lips curled in disdain. Before she could speak, he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her to her feet."Get up," he growled."What—what are you—?" Her voice cracked, but he didn't answer. She barely had time to grab her shoes as he dragged her out of the house barefoot.The sky was still dark, it wasn't even up to 7 Am. Despite her questions, Easton continued to pull her out of the house and into his Lamborghini, stuffing her in like a trash bag."Easton,let me go," Clarissa whined but he remained defiant. Clarissa seeks answers. "Where are we heading to in this ungodly hour?? What are you up to??" Her words seem

Clarissa woke up in an unfamiliar room, groaning in pain as she slowly opened her eyes. Her hand instinctively went to her forehead, rubbing the dull ache there. But as she touched her skin, she felt something warmer, like a bandage. That's when it hit her—she'd been in an accident. With the realization settling in, Clarissa tried to push herself up, but a sharp grunt escaped her mouth as she pushed herself up too quickly. "Easy..." a male voice called out, making her snap her head toward the door. A man stood there, watching her with unreadable eyes. His face was blank as he stared at her, pinning her down with his gaze. Clarissa's heart skipped a beat when their gazes met. She froze, words caught in her throat as she watched him step closer. He was tall, dressed in black pants and a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His black curly hair framed his face as his brown eyes locked onto hers. "You shouldn't get up like that," he said, his voice calm. "You've been thr

"Miss Clarissa..." A voice broke the silence,disorienting her thoughts. Clarissa looked up to find an older woman had stepped into the living room, staring back at her. Clarissa stared at the woman with skeptical eyes. She didn't need to guess to know that the woman was Asian and it was clear as day. The woman had pale skin that was smooth for her age. Her hair was all grey and pulled back neatly in a bun. "You're...?" Clarissa asked but her voice trailed off. She didn't like how the woman looked at her—not unkind, but distant. The woman wore a black and white gown, the apron was tied behind her waist. She looked like someone who belonged in this house, probably a maid. "I'm Mrs Chen," she said finally. "The housekeeper." Mrs Chen’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she stared at the wheelchair and she said, barely a whisper. "Pity." Clarissa's brows drew close. "Excuse me?" Mrs Chen blinked like she forgot she'd spoken out loud. She let out a soft, awkward laugh. "Ah..

It's been three long days since Clarissa moved into Lucas Reed's mansion. And also, Three days since she last saw him. She didn't even hear from him during those days. Since the day she signed the contract, he had been away. Therefore, she kept herself busy. She couldn't sit still—not in a place that felt more like a museum than a home. The black card that had been given to her by Mrs. Chen served a good purpose for her. According to Mrs Chen, Lucas had given it to her to buy whatever she needed. Clarissa used the opportunity to change the way her room looked, as well as the whole West Wing. She changed the look of her room, replacing the heavy dark curtains with softer and yellow ones that allowed sunlight in. The walls were no longer dull—they were painted in peach color. All thanks to the gardener who helped her contact a painter. She placed flower vases by the hallway and her window, she also arranged soft rugs in the west wing, and even set up tiny fairy lights in h