A Divorce He Regrets (Raina and Alexander) novel Chapter 243

"Dominic." The voice echoed, slithering down my spine. He might as well had dunked a bucket of freezing cold water down my back and it would have had the same effect. Mr Ying, an aging man with the second highest shares, before Cale grabbed to the 51%. He never really spoke much, but when he did, it always sounded like a warning.

I grumbled but pulled back. While alot of people were more bark than bite. Mr Ying was the opposite.

"Raina would hand over all cureenr projects and empty her desk, effective immediately."

"On whose authority?" I snapped. It was too fast. The marriage was supposed to fix everything. The nightmare wasn't getting any better. Every word pulled apart a piece of his legacy, of our legacy.

The entire drive home, my thoughts went haywire and every minute that counted felt like we were stuck in a room with a countdown and we had no idea what the fuck we were to do.

My blood boiled. It was wrong. Grandpa worked his ass off, part of the reasons he wasn't with us. Raina worked her ass off to make sure those idiots never lost money. I worked my ass off to make sure I could pick up where she left off. And they would toss that aside? Just like that?! And worst, they were going to hand it over to some bald headed gnome who sprouted out of nowhere.

The entire time I concluded it was Nathan. He had all the reasons to and just questionable enough a character to actually do it. I felt stupid knowing now that it was infact Cale Osborn, the same man who stayed over for dinner more times I could count. Grandpa had been right not to trust anyone after all.

"Sweetie, you need to take something at least." Faith's voice was velvet against rough skin. Normally just hearing her would have been enough to extinguish the raging fire in me, but it could barely quench a flicker of it.

I sighed when Alex's face broke through the crack.

He plucked a cigar from the shut box on the centre table and made himself comfortable on the opposite chair.

"Marriage would have worked." He said thought a puff of smoke. "Just a pain that he's always two steps ahead." He grunted, but there as no reaction on his face, just the satisfaction from enjoying a good cigar. "What's his deal anyways?" He gazed up at the stars filled sky, like he was appreciating their beauty, but his gaze was off, far away.

"Feels my parents cheated him out of their shared business. Apparently they were business partners or some shit like that." I made a smoke cloud, "Makes no sense though, because why still come to the house if he felt so wronged? There's a missing piece there somewhere. There just has to be more." I wiggled the cigar in my grasp. There just had to be more to that story, maybe he invested more and they robbed him of everything? Maybe grandpa promised to reinstate him or something?