Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 154

Daniel’s POV

The heavy thrum of the bass from the music downstairs echoed through my penthouse, but the sound didn’t touch me. I was consumed.

The woman beneath me writhed, her painted nails clawing at my back as if she could anchor me to her. She whispered my name, her voice thick with lust, but it grated on my nerves. Her face blurred as I moved faster, rougher, chasing a release that was never truly satisfied.

I closed my eyes and let the image of her fill my mind…Christiana. Every curve, every defiant stare, every laugh that I should’ve owned. This wasn’t about pleasure. It was about control, about drowning in the fantasy that she was here, in my arms, instead of these strangers.

When I was done, I didn’t even look at the woman as I rolled off her. “You can go,” I said, my voice cold.

She blinked, stunned. “What? I thought…”

“Now.”

She scrambled out of the bed, muttering under her breath as she gathered her clothes. I didn’t care. I never cared. The door slammed shut, and I was alone again.

But not for long.

The next one arrived within the hour, a brunette with legs that went on forever. Her laughter was too high, her perfume too sweet, but she was eager, and I needed the distraction. I barely said a word as I pulled her into the room, my hands roaming her body, already imagining someone else.

She gasped, giggling as I pushed her against the wall, my lips crashing onto hers with a ferocity that had nothing to do with her. Her hands clutched at my shirt, desperate to keep up with my pace, but I didn’t slow down. I didn’t care if she could keep up.

“Daniel,” she moaned as I lifted her onto the bed, her voice dripping with desire.

The name didn’t mean anything coming from her mouth. All I could think about was Christiana, her voice, her scent, her touch. This woman was just a vessel, a placeholder for

same every night. One after another. Blonde, brunette redhead… it didn’t matter. They all became Christiana in my mind, and that was what kept me going. I needed her. I needed to possess her in every way, to erase Alex from her life, make her see

transactional. I was relentless, pushing each woman to her limits, taking what I wanted and giving nothing in return. They thought they’d

to

left, I sat by the window with a drink in hand, my body exhausted but my mind racing. The city’s lights stretched endlessly, a proof to my rise, but none of it mattered. I’d built an empire, toppled Alex’s company from

But it wasn’t enough

the burn of the whiskey doing little to numb the ache inside me. The memories of the night played on a loop in my mind…. Christiana’s laughter, her smile, the way she used to look

It was maddening.

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love into something darker. I couldn’t stop myself. The women, the parties, the power…it was all a means to an end. A way to fill the void she left

the void only grew

in my hand. “Christiana,” I whispered to the empty room, her name like a prayer on

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outside continued its relentless pulse, but I was trapped in my own world, a prisoner to my desires, my

ounce of Alex’s frustration was fuel to my fire. This wasn’t just about beating him in business anymore. No, this was personal. It

“Second Place,” a garish. clown wig, and a bottle of cheap champagne with a note that read, “For celebrating minor victories.” My assistants stood

room for questions. “Every

one of the assistants stammered, hastily

one,” I said, holding