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.

ignored her. 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 what I truly

Christiana in my mind, and that was what kept me going. I needed her. I

taking what I wanted and giving nothing in return. They thought they’d tamed a millionaire, that they were special, but the

to

hand, my body exhausted but my mind racing. The city’s lights stretched endlessly, a proof to my rise, but none of it mattered.

But it wasn’t enough

drink, 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

It was maddening.

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I couldn’t stop myself. The women, the parties, the power…it was all a means to an

the void only

back in the chair, staring at the glass in my hand. “Christiana,” I whispered to the empty room, her

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relentless pulse, but I was trapped in my own world, a prisoner

worth it…every ounce of Alex’s frustration was fuel to my fire. This wasn’t just about beating him in business anymore.

of items on the desk in front of me: a gilded miniature trophy engraved with “Second Place,” a garish. clown wig, and a bottle of cheap champagne with a note that read, “For celebrating minor victories.” My assistants stood nearby, their eyes darting nervously between me and the pile

everything is delivered to his suite at the Burj Al Arab,” I ordered sharply, my tone leaving no room for questions. “Every few

of the assistants stammered, hastily grabbing the

first one,” I said, holding up the clown wig. “Make sure the concierge