After 100 Twisted Games Goodbye Ex-Husband Chapter 11
Hazel Won’t Come Back Anymore
Bella’s heart soared.
She thought Julian was interested in her.
But his next words were like ice water.
The “opportunity” was to act in a play.
To test me.
So before the hundredth game, he made sure I saw them kiss.
Made sure I knew he’d rigged it for Bella.
The goal?
To see if I would call him out.
Show possessive, obsessive love.
Only winners could have him.
My desperation to win was his ultimate thrill.
But he was disappointed.
Because I just played calmly.
Then lost.
That enraged him.
So he escalated.
Had someone create a fake sex video of him and Bella.
Made Bella send it to me.
In reality, he’d never touched Bella.
It was all to provoke me.
To make me go insane.
Including every moment of favoritism toward Bella afterward—it was all an act.
But I stayed too calm.
Unnervingly calm.
Bella bit her lip.
Stopped Julian before he left.
“Mr. Voss, I have a question.”
Julian paused.
Frowned.
“I’m curious.
If Miss Hazel doesn’t come back… what will you do?”
Her voice was soft.
Trembling.
The air went silent.
Finally, Julian laughed coldly.
“Idiot.” He looked Bella up and down.
Eyes full of disdain.
“Hazel loves me to her bones.
She’ll come find me.”
“And even if she doesn’t, you’ll never replace her.”
Bella’s heart sank.
One day later, Bella was brought to a hotel by Julian’s guards.
In the dressing room, she put on the custom wedding gown she’d dreamed of.
Stared at herself in the mirror.
Julian stood at the door.
Staring at his phone.
No texts.
No calls.
I had vanished.
The tracking devices he’d put in my jewelry—I always wore them—had gone offline twenty-four hours ago.
“Useless!” Julian cursed.
Kicked over a trash can.
I had grown bold.
Actually removed his trackers.
He grew more anxious.
When Bella tried to hold his arm, he reflexively slapped her.
Smack.
Bella clutched her face in shock.
Tears welled up.
“Mr. Voss, I just wanted to ask which jewelry I should wear.”
That ignited Julian’s rage all over again.
“Whatever.
Just don’t touch the set I had made for Hazel.
Now get out.”
Bella stumbled into the dressing room, sobbing.
Guests started arriving.
Several of the elite players who’d bet on the games showed up.
Smirking.
“Julian, when’s your precious Hazel going to crash the wedding?”
“We all bet she’d show up bawling her eyes out.”
“That stunt you pulled—making her strip and bark like a dog—damn, that was brutal.
But I gotta say, her body’s incredible.
If she wasn’t yours, I’d—”
Crack.
Julian’s fist connected with the man’s face before he could finish.
