All Chapters of Her Ex-husband Is A God Of War: Chapter 331
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Charles took a gulp of the soda. It tasted like disappointment, which made sense — Thomas had banned alcohol and cigarettes from their entire vicinity because he was going to be a father. Responsibility had swallowed him whole.“I won’t lie to you,” Thomas muttered, eyes on the busy night street from the balcony of the third-floor bar. “I was genuinely happy the evening I heard you might be dead.”Charles wasn't surprised. That's what you get for having madness as a friend. Thomas continued calmly, “At first, I doubted it. But when Sadie confirmed it? Bro— I became the happiest man alive. I even slept early for the first time in months.”Charles nodded gently. What else could he do when he's got Thomas acting like he was confessing to a priest.“But nothing in my life lasts,” Thomas sighed. “That same night, she called back saying it was a mix-up. Since then, I haven’t slept. I’m still grieving your failed funeral.”Charles took
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Charles took another gulp of soda. It tasted like flat sugar and regret. “I’m low on this,” he said, shaking the empty bottle like it had personally offended him. “Time to head out.”“I can’t wait. I’m telling her everything the moment I reach her.”“You won’t,” Charles said calmly. “I know you.”“You’re insane.”“Thanks for noticing.”Thomas exhaled sharply. “It’s easy for you to say you’ll leave. But what about her? How is she supposed to live without you? Have you even considered that?”“If I didn’t consider it, I wouldn’t be here wasting my night listening to your motivational speech,” Charles shot back. “This is me doing my best — telling you my plans ahead.”“Charles,” Thomas breathed, trying to calm himself like a man counseling a ticking bomb. “You think you’re the cool guy right now?”“I’ve always been.”Thomas groaned — the kind of groan that adds two new wrinkles. “I’m being serious.”
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“What the hell does this guy want now?” Charles muttered under his breath.He opened the door. “Hey…good evening.”“Good evening,” Damien said, extending a hand like a gentleman lost in a world of chaos. “Been a while. Tried calling Sadie, but she won’t answer. I know I’m not exactly close, but she never ignores my calls. Figured I’d come by.”“Oh. Sorry, she’s not around. Something came up—projects, errands…my memory’s a little fuzzy on the details,” Charles said, shrugging. “She’s busy, basically.”“Maybe that’s why she isn’t answering her calls. So…you’re home alone?” Damien poked his head in, like he owned the place already.“Yeah,” Charles said cautiously.“If you need company, I can offer myself,” Damien said, sniffing the air. “I’m starving too. Don’t tell me you cooked.”“I did,” Charles admitted, opening the door wider. “But it’s basically charcoal now. I’m starting to think ordering would’ve been smarter.”
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“I dropped out of college,” Damien began, shrugging, “‘cause I wanted to make mama and papa proud. Do more than dad ever did. I flopped. Reality smacked me in the face. Two months later, I ran my ass back to school, reading like I was about to go crazy for the exams.”Charles chuckled. “Hey, man, you didn’t even give luck a chance. Nobody blows up in two months. Hell, even a year is barely enough to think straight.”“I was scared shitless, man. My ol’ man would stare at me whenever I went into his office, like he’d blow my head off if I said the wrong thing. Couldn’t ask for money either, and my credit card? Maxed. Totally maxed. Embarrassingly maxed.”“Dang!” Charles exclaimed.“Had to beg Hailey for cash. And that brat—last-born energy, you know—used the moment to remind me she matters. She was giving me a motivational lecture. Man, I almost screamed. Couldn’t, though. Just nodded like an obedient fool.”Charles leaned back, smirking. “
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They’d spent the whole day on the streets — beaches, a museum, even an orphanage, much to Hardin’s surprise. If anyone had told him Natasha was the type to care about things like that, he would’ve laughed. People who worked for Python were always a little unhinged. “Where are we going next?” Natasha asked as Hardin pulled the car out of the parking lot. “I was thinking of dropping you home so you can rest.” He shot her a sideways look. “But if you’re game, I can still survive a few more hours outside.” “I have something to show you,” she said, giving him an address. “You’re going to be very surprised.” Hardin flashed her a mischievous smile. “You’re not about to propose to me out of the blue, right?” She laughed. “If you want, I can.” “I’d marry you right now if you did. I’m not even pretending. I’ll scream yes so loud everyone in New York will hear me.” “That would be crazy.” Hardin pulled back onto the road. “I really love you, babe. And I’m the most honored man alive to hav
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She didn’t respond. She simply walked toward the building and pressed her palm against a panel on the gate. Two seconds later, it slid open on its own. Hardin hesitated. A house where only Natasha’s palm could open the gate? Was it really a good idea for him to go inside? She was too unpredictable—sometimes she acted like she was on something. “Come in,” she called from inside. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind. She seemed desperate for his help now. She wouldn’t dare try anything crazy. At least, he hoped not. He stepped inside. The gate closed behind him immediately. “I got this house for half a billion last year,” she said casually, “and it’s been the best investment of my life. I could rent it out for a hundred million dollars a year now. People have offered even more, but I haven’t decided to give it up.” Hardin nodded, looking around. The way she jumped from plotting revenge to talking real estate was insane, but he nodded anyway. “If you don’t sell it, we cou
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Charles and August had agreed the safest place to meet the man was at August’s house. They had about fifty men on standby, ready to wade off anything that went sideways. And more importantly, this was the only place where they could talk without random extra ears listening in or some idiot messing things up. Whatever was discussed tonight stayed here. If it leaked, it meant it was one of the three. That level of security alone was why Charles had suggested they meet here. The old man arrived moments later, a grin stretching across his face when he saw Charles. “You made it alive.” He extended his hand. Charles shook it lightly. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble getting you here tonight.” “You should have thought about that before calling me,” the man said, dismissing it with a wave. “But anything for my dear Helena.” He glanced at August. Something unspoken passed between the two—something that said trust without saying a word. Good, Charles thought. This would be easy. N
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They planned deep into the night, mapping routes and contingencies, eventually agreeing to meet again early the next morning at the man’s place, where his private jet would take them to the port where he’d secured their ship.On his way back home that night, Charles’ phone buzzed. Hardin.“Sir… I’m sorry…” Hardin’s voice trembled.“Should I ask what you did before you tell me?” Charles asked flatly.“Please help me, sir. Lauren… she’s… been locked up by Natasha.”“What business do you have with Lauren, by the way?”“Sir, she’s been in a coma for the past forty-eight hours.”“And what am I supposed to do with that information?” Charles asked flippantly, annoyed. Silence stretched across the line.Then: “Sir, I’m sorry. I should’ve reported everything I found out about Lauren’s plan toward Sadie.”“Why are you just telling me now, Hardin? Damien already gave me the full briefing. Told me everything you knew about her plans last night — but you didn’t mention a thing to me. Are you scar
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Hardin had stayed by Lauren’s side all night. Her fever had been wild at first, but it was finally breaking. The clock read 2:12 a.m. He had to leave the city before 5 a.m. if he wanted to avoid Big Boss’s wrath. It still felt like a dream—calling Charles and actually getting help. He’d seen Natasha take her last breath right in front of him, alongside her crew (Python and others). No idea how Charles had pulled off bending those brutal guys to his will, but that was Charles: a god of war. You could never predict him. “Hardin…” Lauren groaned. He shot to her side. “Hey… you awake? Can you hear me?” “Why did you do that?” Her voice was muffled, weak. “I should be asking you that, woman. You scared the hell out of me after I told you I wasn’t interested. Natasha would’ve…” He swallowed hard, running out of words and time. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “My head… heavy,” she muttered, trying to sit up. “I’ll get your doctor in the morning,” Hardin lied. “Feeling a little better
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Hungary greeted them with a biting wind and a sky the color of cold steel. A ship would’ve taken weeks, so they settled for a private jet — made possible by the crazy old man and the woman he insisted they call “A.” Getting here without crashing felt like a miracle. Or maybe not. Sometimes you keep a prey alive just long enough to deal with it properly. The road curved through stretches of dark pine trees, the kind that swallowed sound instead of echoing it back. Helena’s rest house stood alone on a hill — old stone, old wood, old secrets. It didn’t just look ancient… it felt ancient, like the walls had memorized every scream they’d ever heard. Charles and the man were ushered straight into the living room. Charles had practically rehearsed how to beg outside to enter with this lunatic, yet the guards opened the gate without hesitation — and now everything flowed effortlessly, as if they’d been expected. “Have your seat, sir,” the houseworker said with a pleasant smile before slip