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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 121
#121 “But I Think I was Handling it Pretty Well.”
The moment Sophia and Evelyn hit Las Vegas, it was like stepping into a whole new world. Even before they reached the hotel, they had decided that today would be a day of fun. Tomorrow they would embark on the maddening task of tracking down Kyle’s cousin.
They checked into this swanky hotel that was practically a slice of luxury heaven. Plush beds, panoramic views, and amenities made you question if you were still on Earth or had accidentally entered the lap of opulence. Sophia couldn’t resist doing a little happy dance as she entered the room.
Sophia, with a huge grin, pointed at the king-sized bed. “Evelyn, look at this! We’re practically swimming in comfort. This trip was a great idea.”
Evelyn, equally thrilled, plopped down on the bed, bouncing a bit. “Right? I could get used to this.”
The hotel had a beautiful view, too the whole city sprawled out below them like a sparkling carpet. They spent a good chunk of time just chilling on the balcony, soaking in the sights, and maybe even plotting a little mischief for later.
“How about the casino?” Evelyn asks.
“I’ll say yes,” smiles Sophia. “I’m glad we finally have some free time to spend together.”
“Me too. Men may make us angry, but now if it weren’t for them we wouldn’t be in Vegas on vacation.”
Sophia laughs and shakes her head.
“For the men,” she announces, clinking her champagne glass against Evelyn’s.
As the sun dipped low and the neon lights of Vegas started to wake up, the dynamic duo decided it was time to add a little glam to the evening. Sophia and Evelyn dazzled in their elegant evening dresses.
Sophia, with her hair meticulously styled, had transformed into a vision of sophistication. She chose a dress that accentuated her graceful silhouette, and her curls cascaded down like a waterfall, adding a touch of timeless allure to her look.
Sophia, twirling in front of the mirror, flashed a grin at Evelyn. “Ready to turn some heads?”
Evelyn, finishing up her own makeup, smirked. “Oh, absolutely. Let’s show Vegas what real trouble looks like.”
They strutted out of the hotel like they owned the place, which, for the night, they kind of did. The casino was calling their names, and they answered without hesitation.
The casino floor was a carnival of lights and sounds, slot machines chiming, people cheering, and the general buzz of excitement. Sophia and Evelyn strolled through it all, taking in the chaos like they were born for this.
Sophia nudged Evelyn, eyeing the slot machines. “Feeling lucky?”
Evelyn grinned, mischief twinkling in her eyes. “Always.”
They take their places in front of the slot machines, lured by the symphony of jingles and flashing lights. Sophia picked a machine that seemed to call out to her. She pulled the lever, and the reels danced in anticipation.
Evelyn leaned over, watching the spinning symbols. “Beginner’s luck, or are you secretly a slot machine whisperer?”
Sophia grinned, hitting the jackpot on her first try. “Luck? Nah, it’s all about reading the vibes of these machines. They have a language, and I’m fluent.”
“You always amaze me,” Evelyn says with a laugh. “I didn’t know you had such talent.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Flushed with victory, they cashed in their winnings and decided it was time to up the ante. Sophia, ever the thrill- seeker, suggested they try their luck at roulette. The wheel, the ball, the bets – it was like a dance of chance, and Sophia was ready to take the lead.
They found an open table, and Sophia confidently placed her bets, explaining the strategy to a curious Evelyn. As the wheel spun and the ball bounced, Sophia’s predictions seemed almost psychic. Round after round, she cleaned up, turning heads and leaving onlookers in awe.
Evelyn, amazed by Sophia’s gambling prowess, couldn’t help but tease, “Are you sure you’re not hiding a crystal ball somewhere? Because this is getting ridiculous.”
Sophia laughed, collecting her winnings. “Just a keen sense of probability, my dear. Now, poker anyone?”
They moved on to the poker tables, where Sophia’s poker face was as impenetrable as ever. Bluffing, reading opponents, and mastering the art of the game – Sophia was in her element. Soon, chips piled up on her side of the table, and a small crowd gathered to witness the master at work.
Evelyn, nudging Sophia, whispered, ” You’re turning into the queen of this casino. Might as well ask for a crown.”
Sophia winked, enjoying the attention. “Maybe I’ll add it to my list of demands when we leave.”
The casino buzzed with excitement as Sophia and Evelyn weaved through the sea of slot machines and gaming tables. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the distant jingles of winning slot machines. Sophia, still riding the high from her successful gambling spree, exuded an air of confidence that turned heads as they navigated the vibrant casino floor.
As they approached the bar, Sophia felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find a guy with a grin that screamed trouble. He leered, “Hey there, gorgeous. You are pretty lucky tonight. Shall I get you something?”
Sophia replied coldly, “There’s no need.
“Come on, honey, you look like you haven’t been touched by a real man in a long time,” he said, laughing drunkenly.
He tried to grab Sophia by the waist, but she pulled away. However, he did not give up and persistently tried to pull her toward him. Sophia fed up with the situation, raised her hand in front of him in warning.
Sophia’s voice turned sharp, “I’ve had enough of your nonsense. Back off!”
The harasser’s grin widened, seemingly enjoying the confrontation. ” Feisty, huh? I like that.”
Evelyn interjected, “Why don’t you just leave us alone?”
“I just want to have a good time. You are two beautiful girls. Let me buy you a drink,” the man insisted.
“We are not interested. Leave us alone, “Sophia firmly stated. Undeterred, the man grabbed Sophia’s hand roughly and attempted to pull her closer.
“Don’t run from me,” he said with a chuckle.
Sophia, resolute, pushed him in the chest to free herself. Just as the situation escalated, a tall, dark-haired man stepped between them, commanding attention. He yanked Sophia’s arm away from the intruder and shot a stern look at the unwelcome man, effectively halting his advances.
“Back off, mate. She’s not interested,” the mysterious stranger warned, his voice carrying an air of authority.
The harasser, undeterred, persisted with a cocky grin. “Come on, man. We can share they are two.”
Sophia’s patience wore thin as she shot back, “I said no. Get lost.”
“I suggest you listen to the lady and walk away,” the stranger advised, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
The harasser now seriously looked at the new man and his eyes widened as he recognized him. He instantly without protest slunk away, disappearing into the lively crowd. Sophia raised an eyebrow.
“Thanks,” she said to the man. “But I think I was handling it pretty well.”
The mysterious stranger gave Sophia a nod, acknowledging her ability, but a subtle smirk played on his lips. ”
Handling it well indeed, but no harm in having a backup, right?”
Sophia couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the stranger’s comment. ”
Well, thanks for stepping in, backup or not.”
He extended his hand, introducing himself, “I’m Alessandro Vitali, but you can call me Sandro.”
Sophia hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand. “Sophia. And this is my friend, Evelyn.”
Evelyn offered a friendly wave, “Hey there.”
Sandro’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Well, Sophia and Evelyn, how about I buy you a drink? To celebrate your victorious handling of that unwanted admirer.”
Sophia arched an eyebrow, sizing up Sandro. “And why would you want to do that?”
Sandro leaned in a conspiratorial tone in his voice. “Let’s just say I’m a fan of strong, independent women. Plus, I own this place. Consider it a gesture of hospitality from the casino.”
Sophia, seeking a carefree night with her friend, gracefully declined. “I appreciate the offer, but we don’t want to cause any trouble. We can handle ourselves just fine.”
Sandro flashed a charming grin, “I’m sure you can. But how about we turn a potential disturbance into a pleasant evening? I promise it’ll be worth your while.”
Sophia was on the verge of another refusal when Evelyn interjected, her curiosity piqued. “So you’re saying this is your casino?”
Sandro chuckled a hint of pride in his voice. “Guilty as charged. I’ll treat you both to a drink at the VIP lounge. What do you say?”
Sophia exchanged a glance with Evelyn, assessing the offer. Evelyn’s intent gaze hinted at her that Evelyn was ready to start searching for Kyle’s cousin.
Sophia hoped they weren’t on a mission tonight, but Evelyn’s puppy dog eyes were hard to resist. And what better opportunity than a casino owner who might know Kyle’s cousin? Sophia nodded in approval.
“Lead the way, Sandro,” Sophia said, gesturing for him to take the lead.
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 122
#122 “Kyle Vennillia is My Cousin.”
Evelyn, Sandro, and Sophia were headed to the VIP lounge when suddenly Evelyn couldn’t contain her amusement. Laughter bubbled up from within her, and she couldn’t help but share her thoughts.
“What’s wrong?” Sophia inquired, a playful smile on her lips.
Evelyn, still chuckling, replied, “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been saved not once but twice by a man named Alexander. I just couldn’t resist making the connection.”
Sophia shook her head, joining in the laughter. “That was just my luck.”
Sandro, who had been casually walking alongside them, decided to join the banter. “I’m actually half Italian, so my name is spelled with two S’s. That way, it’ll be easier for you to distinguish between us.”
Sophia and Evelyn burst into laughter again, the unexpected twist adding to the already vibrant evening. Sandro, with a twinkle in his eye, enjoyed the lighthearted exchange.
As they reached the entrance of the VIP lounge, they found themselves standing in front of a rope, a symbolic barrier between the ordinary and the exclusive. Sandro nodded to the imposing guards stationed there, a silent signal of approval. The guards, recognizing the owner of the casino hotel, swiftly lifted the rope, granting them access to the VIP haven.
With a casual yet confident demeanor, Sandro led the way, and they stepped into the VIP lounge, leaving behind the bustling casino floor. The transition was palpable, the noise fading into the background as they entered a world of plush seating, soft lighting, and an elevated sense of refinement.
Sandro, with an easygoing charm, ordered a round of drinks for the trio. As the glasses arrived, they clinked together in a casual toast.
“Cheers to unexpected encounters,” Sandro said, lifting his glass.
“Cheers!” Sophia and Evelyn echoed, sipping their drinks.
The conversation flowed effortlessly. Sophia and Evelyn shared tales of their adventures, sparing no detail. Laughter erupted as they recounted some of their more comical escapades, adding a touch of humor to the cozy corner of the lounge.
Evelyn, feeling the warmth of the moment, decided to tell her side of the story. “You know, this whole trip was a bit of a rebellion for me. I came to Vegas to spite my boyfriend, Kyle.”
Sandro raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming. “Tell me, Evelyn. What did Kyle do to deserve the wrath of a trip to Vegas?”
Evelyn chuckled, “To tell you the truth, the mystery surrounding him pissed me off. He never tells me anything about his past, his work, or his family. That’s why I thought, ‘Well I’ll take myself on a trip to give him the so- called space he needs’ And here I am, living my best life.”
Sophia burst into laughter, clapping her hands. “I love it! The best revenge is a life well-lived. Take note, Sandro. Spiteful trips are the way to go.”
Sandro leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. “Noted. And speaking of Kyle, I actually know Kyle. Small world, isn’t it?”
“Apparently,” Evelyn laughs. “I just can’t understand this boyfriend of mine. Why is he surrounded by this mystery?”
Sandro takes a swig of his drink. “What can I tell you, men are like that. And why are you with him when he makes you so angry?”
“Well, yes, it’s true that it pisses me off, but he’s funny, kind, and that shaggy black hair I just can’t resist.”
“Sounds like a good boy. Maybe there’s a good reason he’s not introducing you to his parents.”
“I can only hope. Because his intentions seem serious. He always tells me: If you love something enough, you have to give it unreserved trust. But I think it’s just a way of hiding more secrets.”
Sandro frowns at Evelyn’s words. He puts down his glass and turns fully to her.
“Tell me a little more about him,” he prompts, but his expression still looks thoughtful. “How he looks?”
“Oh, well, he’s quite tall, at least 6’7, always wears suits, has brown warm eyes, and a small scar on his shoulder. He didn’t even tell me anything about how he got this scar.”
“Scar, you say?” replies Sandro thoughtfully. Sophia watched their conversation confused; she did not understand why Sandro suddenly became silent.
“Is his favorite movie by any chance…” Sandro prompted.
“Die Hard,” Evelyn says without hesitation. Sandro laughs. He laughs so hard that Sophia and Evelyn exchange confused looks.
“And his favorite song is ‘ Californication,”” Sandro finishes with a laugh. Sophia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimes in, “Wait, how do you know about Kyle’s favorite song?”
Sandro, still grinning, pulls out his phone and taps a few times. He turns the screen toward them, revealing a picture of a younger Sandro and Kyle at a concert, singing along to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
“Kyle and I were huge fans back in the day. We practically lived for their music, “Sandro explains, nostalgia evident in his voice.
Evelyn, amazed by the revelation, says, “That’s incredible. That is exactly him.”
Sophia, realizing the connection runs deeper, ties things up and joins Sandro’s laughter. She can’t believe their luck. Apparently, Vegas was their place.
“Kyle Vennillia,” Sandro says.
“How do you know him?” Evelyn questions with a smile.
Sandro’s eyes had a spark of nostalgia in them. “Kyle Vennillia is my cousin. We practically grew up together, shared secrets, and, oh boy, we fought like siblings. You know, the whole deal.
Evelyn, leaning in with intrigue, couldn’t help but question, “Wait, you introduced yourself as Alessandro Vitali. How does that connect you to Vennillia?”
Sandro, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, explained, “The thing is, Kyle’s parents entrusted my parents with raising him. We raised him like our child and he was like my little brother. It’s a wild story, but everything for the family, you know?”
Sophia, processing the revelation, couldn’t contain her grin. “Kyle never mentioned you. What’s the deal? Why did his parents entrust him to your family?”
Sandro’s expression shifted a subtle air of mystery surrounding him. “Truth be told, I’m not entirely sure. Kyle and I never delved too deep into the ‘whys.’ They just asked for our help, and we said yes. Simple as that. Maybe someday I’ll get the full story.”
Sandro’s revelation about his connection with Kyle left Sophia and Evelyn intrigued. The dim glow of the city outside painted an air of mystery, mirroring the enigma surrounding Kyle’s upbringing. Evelyn, always the curious one, couldn’t resist probing further.
“But why your family? There must be a reason,” she inquired, her eyes reflecting the inquisitive spark within.
Sandro, leaning back in his chair, maintained his casual demeanor. “I was a kid then too, I have no idea, but I was glad to have a brother. I have never asked too many questions. Kyle turned out alright, didn’t he?”
Sophia and Evelyn exchanged a meaningful glance, realizing that Sandro’s easygoing exterior hid a wealth of untold stories, especially about Kyle’s past.
“Well, ladies, enough about my cousin, “Sandro declared, steering the conversation away from the mysterious topic. “Tell me what you two plan to do in Vegas?”
Sophia, breaking the contemplative silence, flashed a smile. “Oh, you know, the usual Vegas things. Explore the hidden gems, maybe catch a live show, and, of course, continue our winning streak at the casino.”
Evelyn added, “And who knows, maybe we’ll uncover a few more heroes along the way. Vegas seems to be full of surprises.”
Sandro laughed, clearly enjoying the banter. “I like your style. Vegas is a city of endless possibilities, and I’m here to make sure you experience them all. I can show you around.”
Evelyn, without missing a beat, took the lead. “Absolutely! We’re in.”
Sophia, caught off guard by Evelyn’s quick acceptance, playfully protested, ” Wait, I didn’t agree to this.”
Evelyn winked at her, “Oh, come on, Sophia. We can’t pass up a chance to explore Vegas with a local. Who knows what kind of things we can find.”
Sophia caught Evelyn hinting that she wanted to spend more time with Sandro to find out Kyle’s secrets. She nods in agreement.
“Alright, Mr. Vegas tour guide, show us what you’ve got.”
“You won’t be disappointed,” replies Sandro.
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 123
#123 “Kyle never Shared Anything.”
In the morning, Sophia and Evelyn indulged in a delightful room service breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the tantalizing sight of their balcony’s panoramic view created the perfect start to the day. They exchanged smiles, silently agreeing that starting every day with such a view was a future goal.
“Can you believe our luck yesterday?” Evelyn remarked, savoring a bite of her toast. “We didn’t even have to look for Kyle’s cousin; he found us himself.”
Sophia chuckled, sipping her coffee as the warm morning sunlight bathed the room.
“And now, on top of that, he’s going to take us around Vegas,” added Sophia.
“I can’t wait to find out more about Kyle,” Evelyn said with a mischievous tone.
“Don’t you think that will make him angrier?” Sophia teased.
“I think he should have told me the information himself. He may be a journalist, but I can dig up information myself if I need it.”
Sophia laughed as the hotel phone rang, surprising them both.
“I’ll pick up,” Sophia announced.
She gracefully made her way to the phone and answered the call.
“Hello,” she greeted.
“Good morning, Sophia,” Sandro’s familiar voice warmly greeted her. “I hope I’m not interrupting your breakfast.”
“No, of course not. We just finished, actually.”
“Great, because I promised to show you around Vegas, and I’m ready to go.”
“Great, we’re going down to the reception in a little while.”
“Actually, you should get on the roof.”
“On the roof? Why?” Sophia inquired, her curiosity piqued.
“Come, and you will understand. I’m waiting for you,” Sandro cryptically conveyed before hanging up the phone.
Evelyn was glued to the receiver, listening to the conversation.
“Oh, that’ll be cool,” she said happily.
“Come on then,” Sophia invited her. The two girls gathered their bags and entered the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor.
“Any guesses?” Sophia asked.
“The view is probably even better there than on our terrace,” Evelyn speculated with a shrug.
As the elevator ascended, anticipation hung in the air, and the mystery of what awaited them on the rooftop added an extra layer of excitement to their Vegas adventure.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, revealing the rooftop of the swanky Las Vegas hotel. As Sophia and Evelyn stepped out, the expansive view of the city unfolded before them, bathed in the soft morning light. The warm desert breeze tousled their hair as they approached the rooftop’s edge, taking in the breathtaking panorama.
Their eyes widened in amazement as they saw Sandro sitting casually in front of a sleek helicopter, an adventurous glint in his eyes. He greeted them with a charismatic smile, gesturing toward the helicopter.
“Welcome to the next chapter of your Vegas adventure!” Sandro exclaimed, rising from his seat.
Sophia and Evelyn exchanged excited glances, barely containing their joy. Sandro began to unfold the grand plan.
“First, we’ll get a bird’s-eye view of the city, and then, my friends, we’re soaring over the Grand Canyon. But trust me, this is just the beginning!” Sandro announced a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
Sophia and Evelyn erupted into happy laughter, their anticipation building with each passing moment. The prospect of flying over the iconic Grand Canyon added an unexpected thrill to their Vegas escapade.
As they approached the helicopter, Sophia’s phone buzzed with a social media notification. Curious, she checked it, only to find news of Alexander and Megan’s impending” wedding of the century.” The message carried an air of formality that contrasted sharply with the carefree atmosphere on the rooftop.
Sophia’s brows furrowed involuntarily. Sandro, noticing her reaction, asked, ” Everything okay?”
Sophia quickly composed herself, offering a reassuring smile. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
Sandro, perceptive and charming, nodded understandingly. “Well, let’s make today even more memorable. Helicopter ride, here we come!”
As Sandro extended his hand to help Sophia onto the helicopter, she discreetly tucked her phone into her bag, momentarily pushing aside the thoughts about Alexander and Meghan’s extravagant wedding. The vibrant hum of the helicopter’s rotors filled the air as they prepared for takeoff.
With a surge of excitement, the helicopter lifted off the rooftop, ascending into the clear Las Vegas sky. The sprawling city unfolded beneath them, a dazzling tapestry of lights, iconic landmarks, and the distant hum of the vibrant Strip. Sophia and Evelyn exchanged wide-eyed glances, their expressions mirroring the awe- inspiring sight below.
As they soared over the city, Sandro pointed out notable landmarks, sharing interesting tidbits and stories about each. The atmosphere inside the helicopter was filled with laughter, exhilaration, and the thrill of experiencing Vegas from an entirely new perspective.
The journey was just beginning, and the promise of flying over the Grand Canyon loomed on the horizon. Sophia couldn’t help but feel a sense of liberation as the helicopter cut through the air, carrying them towards a day filled with adventure, surprises, and the boundless possibilities that Vegas had to offer.
Amidst the vibrant buzz of the helicopter’s rotors and the breathtaking cityscape below, Sophia couldn’t escape the occasional glimpse of news and social media reports about Alexander and Megan’s wedding.
The glitzy details, the star-studded guest list – it was all there, infiltrating her carefree Vegas escapade. Yet, the joy of the journey, the whirr of the helicopter, and the promise of exploring the Grand Canyon managed to cast a spell that momentarily overshadowed any displeasure.
As the helicopter neared the Grand Canyon, Sandro, with a theatrical flourish, pointed out the colossal natural wonder. “Behold, ladies! The Grand Canyon, where nature shows off its masterpiece. And trust me, the view from up here is just a sneak peek.”
Sophia, her momentary concerns about social media dramas set aside, marveled at the awe-inspiring sight. The helicopter descended, giving them an up-close and personal view of the majestic canyon. The sheer magnitude of the geological wonder left them momentarily speechless.
Amidst the breathtaking beauty, Sandro, ever the entertainer, quipped, You know, I once convinced Kyle that the Grand Canyon was formed by a giant dragon burrowing through the earth. He believed it for a week!”
Evelyn burst into laughter, captivated by the absurdity of the tale.
“Tell me more stories like that. Kyle never shared anything,” pleaded Evelyn.
“Oh, with pleasure. I suggest we land here and have lunch. I have arranged everything. That way we will be able to talk more calmly.”
“I can’t wait,” Evelyn replies as the helicopter heads for its landing spot.
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 124
#124 “How about Extending Your Stay A Bit?”
Once the helicopter touched down on a secluded spot near the edge of the Grand Canyon, Sandro revealed a surprise that left Sophia and Evelyn utterly captivated. Before them lay a table adorned with an array of delectable dishes, surrounded by the breathtaking panorama of the majestic Canyon. It was an unexpected feast for the senses, and the girls couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer extravagance of the setting.
Sandro, with a playful glint in his eyes, gestured toward the table. “Ladies, welcome to our exclusive Grand Canyon dining experience! Quite the view, isn’t it?”
Sophia and Evelyn were still in awe of the natural wonder that stretched out before them. The table was set with elegant simplicity, a stark contrast to the rugged beauty of the Canyon. A light breeze carried the scent of the surrounding desert, adding a touch of wildness to the refined setup.
As they took their seats, Sandro, with a casual charm, began to regale them with tales of his and Kyle’s beginnings. “You see, even though this might look a tad extravagant, Kyle and I didn’t exactly grow up with silver spoons. But hey, why not enjoy a little luxury now and then, right?”
The trio laughed, their voices blending with the gentle rustle of the wind. Sandro poured glasses of chilled champagne, and the effervescent bubbles mirrored the excitement that filled the air. The Canyon, with its towering cliffs and ever-changing hues, provided a mesmerizing backdrop to their impromptu feast.
Sandro, now in the role of storyteller, leaned back, a twinkle in his eve. “So, let me take you back to the days when Kyle and I were just troublemaking kids with big dreams and even bigger imaginations.”
Evelyn leaned in, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Oh, I can’t wait to hear this. What kind of trouble did you two get into?”
Sandro chuckled, a flood of memories washing over him. “Well, there was this one time we decided to be ‘ explorers’ and ventured into the woods behind our neighborhood. We were convinced we’d discover hidden treasures or maybe even a secret passage to another world.”
Sophia and Evelyn burst into laughter, envisioning the young Sandro and Kyle embarking on their grand expedition. The laughter echoed against the canyon walls, creating a joyous symphony that blended with the natural melody of the wilderness.
“And what did you find?” Evelyn asked, eager for more.
Sandro smiled, savoring the nostalgia. ” As fate would have it, we stumbled upon an old beehive. Chaos ensued, of course. We were running around, swatting at imaginary bees, and ended up falling into a mud puddle.”
The girls erupted into laughter again, picturing the chaotic scene of two young adventurers facing an unexpected swarm of bees. Sandro’s animated storytelling brought the memories to life, making the distant past feel remarkably present.
As they savored the delicious meal against the backdrop of the Grand Canyon, Sandro continued weaving tales of their childhood escapades. Each story carried a sense of innocence, a reminder of a time when life was simpler, and the world was a vast playground filled with endless possibilities.
Evelyn, thoroughly entertained, couldn’t help but comment, “Sandro, you’ve got to write a book about these adventures. I’d read it in a heartbeat.”
Sandro chuckled, toasting to the idea. ” Maybe one day, Evelyn. But for now, let’s enjoy this moment and the beauty that surrounds us.”
“By the way, I have to take pictures for mom. She’s going to freak out at this sight,” Evelyn declared, jumping up from the table.
With her phone in hand, Evelyn wandered off to capture the breathtaking landscape, leaving Sandro and Sophia alone. The warm sunlight cast a golden hue over the canyon, creating a serene atmosphere that seemed to envelop the small dining area.
Sandro leaned back. enioving the peaceful moment. “You know, I’ve always believed that pictures capture more than just an image; they freeze a moment in time,” he remarked, his gaze following Evelyn’s silhouette against the majestic backdrop.
Sophia, lost in her thoughts, absentmindedly traced the rim of her champagne glass with her fingertips. Her phone buzzed again, a persistent reminder of the outside world. Annoyed, she picked it up, only to find another notification about Alexander’s impending wedding.
A surge of frustration washed over Sophia. “Can’t catch a break from this, “she muttered, turning off her phone and placing it on the table.
Sandro, perceptive to the change in her mood, leaned forward. “Everything okay, Sophia?”
She sighed, irritation in her eyes. “Just some persistent notifications. Let’s focus on enjoying this incredible place, shall we?”
Sandro, attuned to the nuances of the moment, sensed there was more beneath the surface. He decided to address it directly, his voice carrying a warm reassurance. “If there’s anything on your mind, Sophia, I’m here. We’re here to enjoy, but also to support each other.”
Sophia appreciated his sincerity, offering a small smile. “Thanks, Sandro. It’s just some personal stuff. I’ll deal with it later.”
Sandro decides not to press her any further and changes the subject.
“So, Sophia, how long do you plan to grace Vegas with your presence?”
Sandro inquired, the question laced with a playful undertone. Sophia responded with a shrug and a grin. “Well, that depends on the whims of Evelyn and the wonders Vegas has to offer.”
Sandro, sensing an opportunity, threw a mischievous grin her way. “What if I sweeten the deal? How about extending your stay a bit? You know, so we can explore more of the city and, of course, get to know each other better.”
“And where does this generous offer come from?” Sophia asks with a raised eyebrow.
“To be honest, I find you very attractive, Sophia, and I want to know more about you. And that’s why I hope you’ll stay here longer so I can take you out to dinner.”
Sophia chuckles, appreciating his honesty. “Well, I’m flattered, Sandro. I appreciate everything you do for us, but to be completely honest, I’m not looking for a relationship right now. I’m here for Evelyn and to take a break from work.”
“I understand, but if you think about it, my offer remains,” he says with a warm smile, leaving the door open for future possibilities.
“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”
At this moment, Evelyn, ever the cheerful one, chimes in by showing her phone.
“These pictures are great, look,” she says, her eyes lit up with excitement as she scrolls through the photos she captured.
Sophia and Sandro join in her enthusiasm, sharing laughter over the candid moments and stunning views captured in the pictures.
“Girls, I suggest we go; I have many more surprises,” Sandro offers, Sophia and Evelyn exchange eager glances, ready to embrace the next set of surprises Sandro has in store for them.
Sandro, being the charismatic guide that he is, took Sophia and Evelyn on a whirlwind adventure through the dazzling streets of Las Vegas. The trio ventured into unique and luxurious places, exploring hidden gems that most tourists might overlook.
Sandro’s stories about Kyle flowed throughout the day, weaving a narrative that painted a vivid picture of their shared past. Whether it was the escapades of their youth or the humorous incidents in adulthood, each tale made Sophia and Evelyn laugh from the heart.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the city, Sandro led them to a rooftop lounge with live music. The captivating tunes and the glittering skyline created a perfect backdrop for reflections and gratitude.
Sophia and Evelyn, overwhelmed by the day’s experiences, found a moment to express their gratitude to Sandro. They thanked him for not only showcasing the glamorous side of Vegas but also for revealing its hidden charm and personal stories. The day, filled with laughter, surprises, and the warmth of newfound friendship, became a cherished memory for the trio.
Sandro, with a genuine smile, responded, “It was my pleasure, ladies. Vegas has a lot more to offer than meets the eye, and I’m glad I could share a bit of its magic with you.”
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 125
#125 “We’ve Hit A Rough Patch Lately.”
In the morning, Sophia and Evelyn decided to switch things up and opted for breakfast at the hotel restaurant. Their morning feast was a culinary delight, and both reveled in the exquisite flavors that graced their plates.
As they were finishing their coffee, Sandro casually joined them. Sophia found his company pleasant, and she was genuinely enjoying the insights and guidance from a local to navigate the town.
Sandro inquired, “Does Kyle know you’re here?” addressing Evelyn.
“Nope, I haven’t told him.” Evelyn chuckled.
“I assumed so because otherwise he would have called me and warned me that you would be coming. I was going to arrange a proper welcome for you and…”
“You’ve already done more than enough for us. Thanks a lot,” Evelyn expressed her gratitude.
Sophia took a sip of her coffee, casting a thoughtful look at Evelyn. “Don’t you think it’s time to tell him? I know you two had a spat, but keeping this a secret might make things worse.”
Evelyn pondered for a moment before responding, “Maybe you’re right.”
“Tell him where you are; he has the right to know you met his cousin. Besides, you wouldn’t want to harbor more secrets between you two, would you?” Sophia suggested.
Evelyn nodded in agreement. Retrieving her phone from her purse, she dialed Kyle’s number, preparing to share the encounter with Sandro. The phone rang for a moment before Kyle’s voice came through.
“Hey, honey.”
“Hello, dear. I’m calling you because I wanted for us to talk.”
“Do you want to go out tonight? How about dinner and…”
“Actually, I can’t, and that’s why I’m calling you. I wanted to tell you that I am in Vegas with Sophia.”
Kyle is silent for a second, and then the irritation in his voice is heard.
“Why are you in Vegas, Evelyn?”
“I just needed to get out of town,” Evelyn said.
“Oh, really? Vegas you say? And you wanted to tell me that is a coincidence that Vegas is the town where I grew up and you go there right after we argue about why I am hiding my past?”
“I know what it looks like, Kyle. But I came here because I wanted to have some fun and let loose.”
“Evelyn, baby, you are a terrible liar.” Kyle scoffed.
“I am not hiding anything from you. That is why I called you, I wanted to be completely transparent with you. Also while we were here we met Sandro, your cousin.”
There was a brief silence on the other end before Kyle’s voice returned, sharper now. “How convenient!”
“We didn’t plan it, Kyle. He just approached us yesterday, and he showed us around. It’s not like we intentionally sought him out,” Evelyn explained, hoping to diffuse any immediate tension.
Kyle’s tone remained stern. “What are you doing, Evelyn? Why are you digging into my past? Isn’t the important thing that we are together now, and everything that was is no longer important.”
Evelyn, feeling defensive, responded, ” As I already said it wasn’t planned, Kyle. We were just having a drink at the bar, and he joined us. I thought it would be nice to get to know more about you.”
The conversation took a turn for the worse as Kyle scolded her, expressing his disapproval. “You shouldn’t be prying into my affairs. It’s none of your business.”
Evelyn, feeling hurt, fired back, “Love is about sharing everything, Kyle. Why do you keep secrets? Why are you so angry about this?”
Kyle, however, didn’t seem willing to engage in that discussion. “I have my reasons, and you shouldn’t be poking around. I need my space.”
Frustration and sadness welled up in Evelyn. “But I’m your girlfriend. Why can’t you trust me with whatever it is?”
“We’ll talk when you get back.”
Silence hung in the air for a moment, and then Kyle abruptly hung up, leaving Evelyn on the verge of tears.
She looked at Sophia and Sandro, her eyes brimming with confusion and sadness. “I don’t understand. Why is he so angry? Why does he keep secrets?”
Sophia exchanged a concerned glance with Sandro, her eyebrows furrowing with worry. Sandro put a comforting hand on Evelyn’s shoulder, offering support. “Some people have different views on privacy and sharing in a relationship, Evelyn. It’s not necessarily about you. Kyle might have his reasons.”
Sophia added, “Give him some time to cool off. He’ll come around.”
But Evelyn couldn’t shake off the hurt. She cried softly, feeling a mix of emotions. Sandro and Sophia remained by her side, offering comfort and support as she navigated the waves of confusion and heartache brought on by the unexpected argument with Kyle.
“Evelyn, please don’t take it personally. Kyle is a good man and I know he’s not doing this to hurt you. Trust him, and I’m sure that one day he will reveal more to you,” said Sandro.
Evelyn nodded and wiped away her tears.
“Sandro is right, you shouldn’t judge him too harshly. I’m sure that when you get home and talk it out, things will be fine.”
“Let’s go for a walk and I’ll take you two out to eat at one of my favorite places. I hope this will distract you a bit. “Sandro offered, looking at Evelyn.
“Sounds good. Thank you,” said Evelyn with a slight smile.
The trio, led by Sandro’s local expertise, found themselves in a cozy corner of the city, away from the glitz and glamour of the main strip. Sandro’s favorite small restaurant, a hidden gem according to him, awaited them.
As they entered, the mouthwatering aroma of various dishes filled the air. Sandro, with a grin on his face, greeted the owner, Lisa, who emerged from the bustling kitchen.
“Hey there, Lisa! Long time no see!” Sandro exclaimed, giving her a friendly hug. Lisa’s eyes lit up at the sight of Sandro. “Sandro, my savior! Look at you bringing company. Who are these lovely ladies?”
Sandro gestured proudly to Sophia and Evelyn. “Lisa, meet Sophia and Evelyn. They’re experiencing the wonders of Vegas with me.”
Lisa extended a warm welcome, “Great to have you here! Sandro’s been a guardian angel for this place, you know. Sophia, intrigued, couldn’t help but ask, “Oh, really? How do you two know each other?”
Lisa chuckled, glancing fondly at Sandro. “More than just knowing, dear. Sandro here was my knight in shining armor back in the day. Used to work for him, didn’t I?”
Sandro smiled, a modest twinkle in his eye. “Lisa’s being too kind. She and her husband Mike were going through a rough patch, so I lent a helping hand. Gave them the boost they needed to open this fantastic place.”
Lisa’s face glowed with gratitude.” Absolutely, Sandro. This restaurant pulled us out of some tough times. Couldn’t have done it without him, he gave us the money needed to open the restaurant and start our business successfully.”
Sandro smiled at Lisa as they walked to their table. Sophia couldn’t help but make the connection with Alexander. He, like Sandro, was always ready to help.
He had helped her multiple times, even though she claimed she was able to handle the situation by herself. Alexander was always persistent and he also managed to surprise Sophia with his generosity more than once.
Sophia tried hard to push those thoughts away. She didn’t want Alexander popping up in her mind when she was trying to avoid thinking about him, and it was getting on her nerves.
Although she was grateful for the past, she now wanted to cut off all contact with him. His marriage to Megan, who was constantly playing tricks on her, was reason enough for her to know that she couldn’t count on him.
As they settled into their seats, Lisa recommended some of her favorite dishes – crispy fried chicken, mouthwatering pizza, and delectable sandwiches. The table soon filled with an array of tempting delights.
But despite the delicious food, Sandro’s eyes became worried. He couldn’t help but notice the subtle signs that hinted at a struggling business as they dined at the charming restaurant. The usually lively atmosphere seemed subdued, and the once-bustling tables were sparsely occupied.
Sandro, perceptive as ever, decided to inquire about the evident downturn in business. As Lisa approached the table with their food, he couldn’t help but express his concern.
“Lisa, I couldn’t help but notice things seem a bit slow today. What’s going on? Is everything okay with the business?”
Lisa sighed, a hint of worry creasing her brow. “Ah, Sandro, you’ve got a keen eye. We’ve hit a rough patch lately.
Sandro leaned forward, genuine concern in his voice. “Troubles? What happened?”
Just as Lisa was about to answer, her attention was drawn to the door. She furrowed her brows and her posture instantly stiffened.
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 126
#126 “You’re in Way Over Your Head.”
The door swung open with a force that signaled the entry of trouble. A man, dressed in all black, strutted into the restaurant. His presence sent a shiver down the spines of the diners, the air thickening with an ominous tension. He was a mountain of a man, draped in a leather jacket that seemed to cling to his intimidating frame.
His face, etched with scars and adorned with a scruffy beard, was a canvas of menace. A pair of cold, calculating eyes scanned the room, making the patrons uneasy. The thug’s mere appearance was a statement, a declaration that trouble had just stepped into the cozy eatery.
The man wasted no time; he approached Lisa with an air of arrogance. “Close this place down. Vacate the premises,” he commanded, his words dripping with a threatening undertone.
Lisa stands in front of the man and crosses her arms in front of her chest. ” It won’t do. Stop showing up uninvited,” she scolds him.
He laughs loudly in front of her. “You can’t stop me from showing on my lands. The will has taken effect, this land is now mine, and I plan to sell it,” he declared.
Lisa stood her ground. “This restaurant is something that Mike and I worked hard to start, and I won’t give up just like that. As for that will, I don’t think it’s real.”
The thug’s face contorted into an ugly mask of anger, his voice a thunderous roar. “Are you questioning me? I tell you, I have the right to inherit this land, and you have no right to stay here!
Lisa, defiant and unyielding, shot back, “I’m not questioning you; I’m questioning that will. I believe the law will give us a fair judgment.”
The thug, with a menacing laugh, responded, “The law? Sweetheart, the law bends to people like me. I suggest you pack up before things get messy.”
Lisa crossed her arms, undeterred. “I won’t be bullied. This is our livelihood, and I won’t let you take it away unjustly.
The confrontation unfolded like a scene from a gritty drama. Emotions ran high, the once vibrant atmosphere now replaced with palpable tension. Some customers, sensing the impending storm, hastily abandoned their meals and fled the restaurant, leaving behind a lingering sense of chaos.
The thug, not one to be easily deterred, continued his tirade. “You’re playing with fire, lady. This land is mine now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Amid the escalating conflict, a young boy with fire in his eyes stood in front of Lisa. “Leave my mom alone! We won’t go anywhere!”
The thug, with a callous sneer, dismissed the boy. “Kid, you’re in way over your head.”
Undeterred by the thug’s intimidating demeanor, the boy squared his shoulders, defiance burning in his gaze. “I don’t care! You can’t just come in here and take everything away from us!
“Boy, I’m warning you, if you don’t get out of my way, I’m going to wipe the floor with you.”
“Don’t talk to my son like that!” Lisa yells. The boy doesn’t hesitate. He does not move from his place and looks straight into the eyes of the man.
“I won’t let you steal my parents’ business.”
The thug, fueled by anger and arrogance, takes a menacing step forward, attempting to intimidate the courageous boy. “You’re making a big mistake, kid. This place is mine, and there’s nothing your mom can do about it.”
Lisa, fueled by maternal protectiveness, steps closer to her son. “You won’t lay a finger on my child, and you certainly won’t take away what Mike and I built together.”
The atmosphere in the restaurant becomes charged with tension, and bystanders anxiously await the next move. The thug, undeterred, sneers at the boy. “Last chance, kid. Move or regret it.”
The boy, defiant and resolute, holds his ground. “We’re not going anywhere.”
The thug, unaccustomed to facing such resistance, clenches his fists, ready to escalate the situation. The air becomes thick with anticipation, waiting for the storm to break.
Unable to bear witness to the distressing scene any longer, Sandro and Sophia felt a surge of anger. The injustice unfolding before them fueled a fire within.
Sandro clenched his fists, his normally amiable demeanor replaced by a steely resolve. “This is outrageous. I am going to put an end to it.”
Sophia, her eyes narrowing with determination, agreed. “I am coming with you.”
Their shared frustration propelled them into action. With resolute steps, they approached the escalating conflict, ready to confront the thug and protect Lisa and her son from further harm.
Sandro, with a determined expression, reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “You better leave now, or we’re calling the police. This is no way to resolve a dispute.”
Sophia, standing firm beside Sandro, added, “You can’t just bully people out of their property. The law will decide this, not threats and intimidation.”
The thug, glancing nervously at the united front of Sandro and Sophia, weighed his options. The potential consequences of legal action seemed to dawn on him, and without uttering a word, he made a hasty exit, disappearing into the chaotic city streets.
Sandro shook his head, watching the thug retreat. “Some people think they can bulldoze their way through everything.”
Lisa sighs and grabs Sophia and Sandro’s hands. Her eyes, filled with gratitude, met theirs. “Thank you, Sandro and Sophia. I appreciate your help.”
Sandro offered a reassuring smile. ” We’re here for you, Lisa. No one should have to go through something like this. Lisa sighed heavily. “It’s a mess. Ever since Mike passed away, everything’s been turned upside down.”
Curiosity etched on their faces, Sophia and Sandro sat down with Lisa, eager to understand the details of the tangled situation.
“I thought Mike’s will was straightforward,” Lisa began. “He left everything to our kids. But then his brother shows up, claiming there’s a new will that gives him most of the property. I don’t believe it for a second. Mike wouldn’t do that to our children.”
Sandro’s expression hardened.” Sounds like a real piece of work, that brother of his.”
Lisa nodded, frustration evident in her voice. “You have no idea. He’s been making life hell for us, threatening to take the restaurant, the home, everything.”
Sophia leaned forward, concern etched on her face. “Have you considered legal action? If the will is fake, you might have a case.”
Lisa sighed again. “I want to, but I can’t afford a lawyer. And without proper representation, I fear I’ll lose everything.”
The weight of Lisa’s predicament settled heavily on Sophia’s shoulders. The injustice of it all fueled her determination to make things right.
As they spoke, Lisa’s young son, still brimming with courage, lingered nearby, casting a watchful eye on the conversation. Sophia couldn’t help but be impressed by the resilience of the boy.
Curiosity piqued, Sophia turned to the young boy. “What’s your name?”
The boy, with a mixture of defiance and shyness, responded, “I’m Jake.”
“How old are you, Jake?” Sophia asked, surprised.
“I’m 14 years old,” he replied.
“You are very brave,” Sophia remarked with a smile.
“I won’t leave mom alone in this. I know our father loved us too much to bequeath everything to my uncle. And it’s not enough that his death was hard for us; that makes it even worse,” Jake angrily retorted.
Sophia nodded sympathetically. “I can see how important this is to you, Jake. Your determination is truly admirable.”
As Sophia observed the brave resolve in Jake, unspoken thoughts flitted through her mind. This courageous boy bore a striking resemblance to Alexander, she mused.
Recollections of Alexander sharing snippets of his challenging childhood with his mother surfaced in Sophia’s memory. Driven by a sense of empathy and understanding, Sophia silently made up her mind to lend a helping hand to Jake and his mother in their time of need.
Sophia turned to Lisa. “Lisa, I have a friend who’s a lawyer here in Nevada.
I’ll introduce you to him. He’ll help you navigate this legal mess and ensure your rights are protected.”
Relief washed over Lisa’s face. “Sophia, I can’t thank you enough. We’re in your debt.”
Sandro chimed in, “Consider us your allies in this fight. We’ll support you every step of the way.”
Determined to bring justice to Lisa and Jake, Sophia reached for her phone, ready to connect them with the legal help they desperately needed. The fight against injustice had just gained two more soldiers, and Sophia was resolved to see them through the battle ahead.
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 127
#127 “Megan, We haven’t Done Anything that Night.”
As Alexander was immersed in his work, the familiar ping of a notification interrupted his concentration. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it to find yet another post about his marriage with Megan. This time, it was all about the team behind the grand event.
Irritation flickered in Alexander’s eyes; he didn’t appreciate the constant barrage of notifications invading his privacy. It was one of the many that day, and he hadn’t been able to get rid of them.
The whole show was getting on his nerves and he knew that Megan was the one spreading all this news.
Fueled by frustration, he dialed Megan’s number and summoned her to his office. Megan entered, and Alexander didn’t waste any time getting straight to the point.
“Megan, why is our private life constantly in the news and all over social media?” Alexander’s voice filled with anger accused her.
Megan, maintaining her calm demeanor, explained, “It’s for publicity, Alexander. We’re building our brand, and having our personal life out there helps create a connection with the audience. It’s good for business.”
Alexander displeased with the explanation, retorted, “But I don’t want everything we do to be so public. I value my privacy, and I don’t need our personal moments dissected and shared with the world.”
Megan, trying to justify her actions, said, “Look, Alexander, it’s all about increasing our exposure. The more people see us as a power couple, the more opportunities and business connections we’ll have. It’s for the success of our ventures.”
Alexander, skeptical and agitated, fired back, “Is it about the business, or are you trying to bind me to you? Using our personal life for publicity is one thing, but I won’t let it manipulate our relationship.”
In essence, Alexander was questioning Megan’s motives, suspecting that she was using the media to create public opinion and ensure he wouldn’t back out of their marriage. Megan, aware of his suspicions, denied any ulterior motives.
“No, Alexander, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m genuinely happy to be your wife, and I want the world to know how wonderful our life together is. It’s not about control; it’s about celebrating our happiness,” Megan defended herself.
Megan hated how prescient Alexander could be at times. He was not stupid and saw, often through people, and that is why he was one of the best in the business.
Megan was doing all of this because she knew he was her best chance, and she wouldn’t let him go for anything in the world. Little by little she tried to force things so that Alexander would never leave. Of course, she wouldn’t admit it to him.
The tension lingered in the room as Alexander weighed her words. He wasn’t fully convinced, but Megan maintained her stance, insisting that her intentions were purely to showcase their joyous union rather than manipulate their relationship for business gains.
“Okay Meghan, but cut back on the wedding news. I’m sick of my phone beeping every two minutes. I get distracted from my work.”
“Of course, Alexander. As you wish,” she says and smiles at him.
Once Alexander gets what he called Megan for, he turns his attention back to the laptop. He starts reading his emails in hopes that Megan will sense that the renegotiation is over.
Dissatisfied that she and Alexander only talk about work, she decides to act. Megan remembers how gentle Alexander can be if he wants to and wants to bring out that side of him again.
Megan approached Alexander and sat down at his desk.
“You’re very tense, Alex,” she said, gently touching his arm. “I know we’re getting married, but you don’t seem happy.”
“I have work to do, Megan, that’s all,” he said, pointing to the sheets on his desk.
“I don’t think you’re excited because we don’t act like we’re engaged. How about we drop our tasks for the day and come home so we can spend the rest of the day in the bedroom, and I’ll be your dinner?” Megan suggested.
She ran her hand across his chest. Alexander looked up at her and grabbed her hand roughly, removing it from him.
“Megan, we have to save your company; now is not the time for that,” he replied coldly.
“Alexander, come on, I know what you like, and I’ll do those things and more. And we haven’t done anything since you got drunk. I miss your body.”
Alexander frowned and shook his head. “Megan, we haven’t done anything that night.”
Panic flickered in Megan’s eyes, but she quickly composed herself, a determined look replacing the panic.
“Of course we did, Alex! Don’t you remember?” she insisted, her voice slightly shaky.
“What are you talking about? I don’t remember us doing anything that night,” Alexander questioned, his skepticism evident.
Megan, feeling the ground beneath her feet crumble, panicked. “No, no, we did, Alexander. Trust me. It was a passionate night.”
Alexander, not entirely buying into Megan’s narrative, raised an eyebrow. ”
Are you sure? Because I don’t recall anything like that.”
Megan’s panic escalated, and she insisted, “I’m positive. We were intimate that night. You were a bit too drunk, but it happened.”
Alexander, not wanting to directly confront Megan’s dubious claims, decided to take a step back. “Look, Megan, I’m really not in the mood right now. Now if you please will you leave me alone?”
Megan, realizing that her attempt to reignite some spark had backfired, tried to salvage the situation. ”
Alexander, come on. Don’t be like this. I just thought it could be fun, you know?”
But Alexander stood his ground. “Not tonight, Megan. Just go, okay?”
“Sure thing,” Megan says, masking a sly smile. “I’ll let you focus on your work. I might give you a call later to see if you’re free for dinner.”
Alexander, immersed in his paperwork, doesn’t acknowledge her presence or respond. Megan rolls her eyes, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement at his indifference. She saunters out of his office, leaving him to his work. Once a few steps down the corridor, she took a moment to catch her breath.
Deep down, Megan had a nagging suspicion that Alexander saw through her attempt to fabricate their intimate encounter. Megan had made it all up, the night he got drunk she hadn’t slept with him. He was already so sedated that he could barely move.
She had created this whole story so that she could sneak in her marriage proposal and keep Sophia away from him. And Megan thought she was succeeding in keeping them separated.
However, Megan was convinced that regardless of the truth, Alexander was now bound by their public agreement, and there was no turning back for him.
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 128
#128 “We can’t Afford Any Slip-ups.
As soon as Megan left Alexander’s office he sighed. Conversations with Megan always put a strain on him, and he doesn’t know how long he can push her away without her having a problem with it.
Alexander texted Kyle that he was waiting for him in his office to talk. Not long after, the journalist entered his office with a big smile.
“Hey, boss man, what’s up?” Kyle greeted, plopping down in a chair across from Alexander’s desk.
Alexander leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled. “Cut the small talk, Kyle. What’s the deal with the investigation? Do you learn something?
Kyle scratched his head, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, about that. I’ve started poking around the core business, but digging up the real dirt is gonna be a bit of a slow burn.”
Alexander leaned forward, his expression serious. “Time is of the essence, Kyle. We need to wrap this up quickly. What’s the holdup?”
Kyle shrugged, “You know how these things go. It’s like peeling an onion. Layers, man. But don’t worry, I got this. Alexander sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just get to the bottom of it. We need key information, and we need it fast.”
The two men delved into the details of the investigation, strategizing and dissecting the intricacies of the case. As they talked, Kyle couldn’t resist injecting a bit of levity into the conversation.
“Speaking of risks, man, you’re out here playing detective for Sophia while she’s probably living it up in Vegas with my cousin. Priorities, my friend,” Kyle chuckled.
Alexander’s face darkened at the mention of Sophia. The casual remark hit a nerve, aggravating an already somber mood. “What is she doing in Vegas? And why is she with your cousin?” he asked.
“My girlfriend Evelyn and Sophia went to Vegas to ‘let loose’, and my charming cousin is playing guide. If I were you, I’d be worried. Sandro is a squeamish flatterer.”
“Watch it, Kyle,” Alexander warned, his tone sharp.
But Kyle, always one to push boundaries, continued with a smirk, ” I’m just saying, you’re taking the risks, and she’s sipping cocktails in the city of lights. Life’s funny, huh?”
A heavy silence settled in the room as Alexander’s expression hardened. The news of Sophia’s escapades in Las Vegas cast a shadow over him, worsening his already sour mood. Yet, rather than escalating the situation, Alexander reined in his emotions.
“Enough of the jokes, Kyle. Focus on the task at hand,” he urged, his voice low and controlled. “Megan might be catching wind that something’s off. We can’t afford any slip-ups.”
Kyle nodded, sensing the shift in the room’s dynamics. “Got it, boss. I’ll hustle and get this done.”
As Kyle bounced out of the room, leaving Alexander alone, a sudden longing for Sophia hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn’t shake off the memories-the way she laughed, the warmth she brought into the room – damn, he missed her.
A feeling of urgency crept in, a realization that time was slipping away and every moment without Sophia felt like she was distancing herself even more. The whole investigation thing mixed with the fact that she was miles away just made him restless.
And it wasn’t just the fact that she was with another man there that bothered him. He was just always worried about her. If he hadn’t tracked her down to London now who knows what would have happened to her.
Slouching in his chair, Alexander stared out of the window at the city lights below. The twinkling skyline reflected the chaos inside his head. It wasn’t just about solving the case; it was about fixing the emotional mess between him and Sophia.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the bustling streets as Sophia and Evelyn plunged into the heart of the city for a shopping spree. Sandro, opting for a lazy day, stayed back at the hotel.
The air was thick with anticipation as they wandered through the vibrant stalls and glittering storefronts, their laughter echoing through the crowded mall.
“Evelyn, if we keep going at the same pace, we won’t be able to walk through the doors with all these purchases soon, “Sophia chuckled, eyeing their growing collection of bags.
“I think so too,” Evelyn replied, sharing in the amusement. Little did they know that their carefree laughter was being observed.
Sophia’s gaze caught a man behind her, a figure that sent a shiver down her spine. His attire bore an uncanny resemblance to the man they had encountered at Lisa’s restaurant. Sophia’s brows furrowed as the man’s eyes lingered on Evelyn.
“What’s wrong? Your smile melted suddenly,” Evelyn observed, her tone laced with concern.
“Nothing, let’s go, ” Sophia responded, her mind already at work, piecing together the unsettling puzzle.
They continued through the shops, Sophia leading Evelyn with purpose. The man continued to tail them, and Sophia’s suspicions heightened as she noticed two more figures, dressed identically, joining the pursuit.
Entering a third store in a row and still being followed, Sophia decided it was time to clue Evelyn in on the unfolding situation. The gravity of the moment hung in the air as she whispered,” Evelyn, we’re being followed. Stick close and follow my lead.”
As they maneuvered through the labyrinthine mall, Sophia devised a plan on the fly. A master of strategy, she led Evelyn through a maze of shops, doubling back and changing directions in a seamless dance to shake off their pursuers. The tension in the air thickened with each evasive maneuver, a sense of suspense building like a storm on the horizon.
In the shadowy corners of the mall, Sophia’s mind raced. What had they stumbled upon? What was the threat lurking behind them? The urgency of the situation fueled her determination to protect not just herself but Evelyn too.
As Sophia and Evelyn stepped out into the fading daylight, the tension of the mall chase lingered in the air. The bustling streets outside offered no solace, only a cloak of uncertainty that shrouded their recent encounter.
“What was that all about?” Evelyn queried, confusion etched on her face as they made their way out of the mall.
“I don’t know, but let’s head back to the hotel. I doubt they’ll let us go that easily,” Sophia replied, hailing a taxi with a quick wave of her hand.
“Why are you calling a taxi? The hotel is not far,” Evelyn wondered, a furrow forming on her brow.
“I’ll try to fool them,” Sophia said with a hint of determination.
As the taxi pulled up, Sophia and Evelyn quickly hopped in. Sophia leaned forward, instructing the driver to drop them off at the back entrance of the hotel. The engine roared to life, and as the taxi sped away, Sophia hoped they had successfully eluded their pursuers.
Walking past the lobby, they tried to make their way to their room, but to their dismay, the trackers had already anticipated their move. The suited figures sat stoically in front of the reception, eyes scanning everyone who passed by.
Sophia, not surprised they had guessed their destination, felt Evelyn cling tightly to her hand, unwilling to let go.
“Calm down, they won’t do anything to us in front of so many people,” Sophia reassured her.
At that very moment, the pursuers spotted them. The lead tracker, maintaining a facade of politeness, approached Sophia, his request carrying an undeniable air of insistence. “We need you to come with us,” he stated, his tone measured yet unwavering.
Evelyn’s fear palpably hung in the air, but Sophia, displaying an unnerving calm, showed no signs of panic or surprise. She turned to Evelyn, her voice steady and reassuring. “Evelyn, go and find Sandro. Tell him what’s happening.” Her gaze locked with Evelyn’s, silently conveying trust and determination.
As Evelyn hurried back to the hotel, Sophia calmly stepped into the trackers ‘car, leaving behind a cloud of uncertainty. The city lights flickered on as the car disappeared into the night, taking Sophia into the unknown.
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 129
#129 “You will not Kill Me.”
Sophia forced herself to take deep breaths, realizing that no matter what was happening, maintaining her composure was crucial for survival. She began scanning the dimly lit car for any possible means of escape or hints about their destination.
The windows were tinted, obscuring her view of the surroundings, making it challenging for Sophia to discern their route. In her mind, she mentally tracked the turns, contemplating the possibility of retracing her steps if she ever got a chance to escape and return to the safety of the hotel.
Seated in the back, she was flanked by men dressed in black, with a driver and another masked man in the front. The environment surrounding her made Sophia conclude that whoever wanted her was a person with money and power.
The high-end car, complete with advanced features, continued its journey without anyone uttering a word. Sophia found solace in the belief that if her captors intended to harm her, they would have done so already.
The vehicle eventually came to a halt, and abruptly, a blindfold was placed over Sophia’s eyes. Accepting the situation without resistance, she decided not to ask questions, sensing that information would not be freely shared. She had a feeling she’d soon find out why they’d kidnapped her.
Guided out of the car, Sophia noticed her heels sinking into the soft ground. She made a mental note that they had most likely taken her to the desert, but they weren’t far from the city. The drive was no more than twenty minutes.
The men maneuvered her through an unfamiliar path until she felt solid ground beneath her feet. This suggested an enclosed space, possibly a building. After a couple of turns, a door creaked open, and she was led into a room. Placed in a chair, the blindfold was removed, and Sophia blinked to adjust her eyes to the sudden light.
Seated across from her was a tall man in his late forties, impeccably dressed in a suit. He was smiling at her, but Sophia did not return his smile.
Observing her surroundings, the room appeared abandoned, with bare concrete walls, a solitary table, and a chair. The men who had abducted her positioned themselves behind her, maintaining a stoic silence.
Sophia decided that it was their boss across from her, as he was the only one well-dressed and casually standing.
Cutting through the tension, Sophia addressed the man defiantly, “Are you going to explain why you brought me here, or do I have to piece it together on my own?”
The man’s grin grew wider and meaner. However, this does not deter her. She knew that if she showed weakness now he would take advantage of it.
“I gotta hand it to you, Miss Johnson. Most of my hostages are usually bawling their eyes out by now,” he remarked, his words laced with a chilling undertone.
“I don’t like to cry unnecessarily,”
Sophia replied with a sly smile. “Only when I’m scared.”
The man erupted into laughter, shaking his head as if amused by her bravado.
“Honey, now is a good time to be scared, because we have a problem with you. A very serious problem,” he stated ominously.
“Speak straight. What do you want from me?” Sophia demanded, straightening her back defiantly.
“Very good. I want you to stop meddling in Daniel’s matter.”
Sophia blinked several times, fixing her gaze on the man. “To whom?” she asked, genuine confusion etched across her face.
“You seem surprised for someone who helped hire a lawyer for Lisa today.”
“What does this Daniel have to do with this?” Sophia inquired, her tone more assertive. She already had a hunch about the connection, but she wanted to hear it from him.
“Daniel had a brother, Mike. Lisa’s husband. You intervened by postponing help that we do not like. We want you to tell the lawyer not to deal with the case.
“Why would I do that?” Sophia retorted. “If the will is real, as your Daniel claims, then he has nothing to worry about.”
The man leaned back, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “Let me remind you that you are at a disadvantage, Sophia. You are only required to call the lawyer to drop this case. The rest is none of your concern.”
“I don’t think so. You can’t make me do that because I’ve already taken the case to heart. So, if you have nothing else to discuss, I’m willing to leave,” Sophia stated firmly.
The man shook his head in denial, his malevolent smirk reappearing.
“If you refuse to cooperate, I will have to resort to other measures to compensate Daniel and the time I spent on you,” the man threatened.
“You will not kill me. You obviously know who I am, and you know that if I disappear, my death will cause a lot of trouble. I am a public figure, and I doubt you want the police involved in the investigation. My friend Evelyn has likely already notified the right people about the situation.”
“I really hope so, because you’re right, I won’t kill you. However, I am sure that your friend Sandro will do anything to save you. And to make up for your horrible attitude and lack of cooperation, I’m going to ask for a $5 million reward for you,” he declared, the room hanging heavy with the weight of impending threats.
Without waiting for an answer from Sophia, the man coldly ordered her to be taken away. The men, who had been standing by patiently, immediately seized Sophia and forcefully pulled her into what seemed more like a desolate prison cell than a room.
As Sophia struggled against their grip, the man calmly observed the scene unfold. Retrieving a phone from his jacket with a sinister smile, he dialed Sandro’s number, eagerly awaiting a response.
“Sandro, we haven’t heard from each other in a long time. I think I have something you want. But as you well know I don’t want you to involve the police in this.” he said, the satisfaction evident in his tone.
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 130
#130 “I’ll Handle Vegas.”
Alexander glared at his phone, seeing yet another message from Megan. For days, he had been dodging her, avoiding calls and messages with the excuse of being too busy.
The weight of his responsibilities weighed heavily on him, especially with Kyle struggling and delayed with his research results. The impending merger of the two companies couldn’t be delayed forever.
His phone buzzed again with another message.
“Why are you avoiding me? We have to sign the agreement before the wedding, and I miss you. Text me.”
Running his hands through his hair, Alexander knew he couldn’t continue evading Megan. The stress of the past few days was taking a toll on him, and he realized he had to succeed in time or he risked reaching a point where, if the two companies merged, there was no going back.
Megan’s persistent messages and inquiries made him anxious. He knew that if Megan grew suspicious, Kyle’s mission to gather crucial information would be jeopardized.
A furrowed brow and a deep sigh accompanied Alexander’s realization that any misstep could foil the plan to expose Megan’s schemes once and for all.
About to dial Kyle and call him into his office for an update, his door slammed open. Kyle barged in, and Alexander shot him a stern look.
“You’re exactly what I needed. What’s taking so long with-”
“Not now, Alexander. There’s a more serious problem,” Kyle interrupted, catching his breath.
“What’s going on?” Alexander asked with a furrowed brow.
“Evelyn called me, they’re having trouble in Las Vegas.”
A knot formed in Alexander’s stomach upon hearing the news.
“What problem?” he asked urgently.
“Sophia, she’s been kidnapped,” Kyle revealed.
Alexander’s jaw dropped as Kyle delivered the bombshell.
“Wait, what? How, Who?” he exclaimed, disbelief etched across his face. Kyle nodded frantically, “Yeah, man. Evelyn just called me. We gotta do something!”
Anxiety gripped Alexander. His mind raced, torn between the urgency of Sophia’s situation and the pressing need to expose Megan’s scheming.
“We need to act fast,” Kyle urged.
“Damn right, we do,” Alexander replied, his voice tinged with worry as he frantically considered his options.
“But I gotta go to Vegas, sort this out,” Kyle declared, already halfway out the door.
“Hold up, Kyle!” Alexander barked, grabbing his arm before he could make a run for it. “You stay here and make sure our plan is still on track. I’ll handle Vegas.”
Kyle shot him a skeptical look, “You sure, man?”
Alexander nodded determinedly, but worry flickered in his eyes, “I got this. You keep things rolling here. We need that information on Megan.”
Kyle hesitated, sensing the weight of Alexander’s concern, “Fine, but you better fix this, Alexander. Sophia’s is in grave danger.”
Without wasting another moment, Alexander rushed out of the office, leaving a concerned Kyle behind. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Alexander as he headed towards the chaos unfolding in Las Vegas, desperately hoping that he would get there in time before something dreadful happened.
*
Sophia found herself seated on the cold floor of the dimly lit room, her mind racing like a runaway train, desperately searching for an escape plan.
She knew that Evelyn knew about the situation, she was sure that Sandro had already been notified. She was also sure that this man was not going to kill her.
That meant that she was having time to think.
Sophia had no window in the room or anything to tell her where she was. She decided to check if there was anyone at the door, secretly hoping that they had left her unattended.
Pressing herself against the door, Sophia strained to catch any sounds from the other side. Eavesdropping, she overheard the hushed conversation of the guards stationed outside.
“Ever heard of this Sandro?” one inquired.
“I’ve been in the game for years. Do you think I don’t know who he is?” scoffed the other, a hint of mockery in his voice.
“Don’t play around; spill the beans,” demanded the first, determined to get the scoop.
“He owns the biggest hotel and casino here in Vegas,” the knowledgeable one replied
“What’s the deal? Why did Dante take an interest?” probed the curious guard. Sophia’s mind whirred as she registered the discussion. So, Dante was their boss, and Sandro was somehow entangled in this mess.
“Well, I ain’t entirely sure, but they’ve had some beef for years. Word is, Sandro’s hands aren’t exactly clean. He used to run with a gang, a proper mobster, I think he was the big boss, from what I know.”
“And that’s why now they’re blackmailing him to get back at him by kidnapping his friend,” says the other.
Sophia let out an exasperated grunt. Of course, these guys would assume that a successful businessman had mob ties.
Stepping away from the door, she sighed, contemplating her next move. Rising to her feet, Sophia began pacing the confined space. Fear was absent, replaced by a steely determination to break free. All she needed was a bit of time to devise her escape plan.