Running After my Secret Billionaire Ex-Wife by Yoonworks

Chapter 13 

as the target market was Ciara is fine without talking to Callum anymore. But it seems like fate really knows how to toy with her when on the meeting, as tackled and it showed the competitors as well, to see that their toughest competitors were none other than the Haynes, who just leveled on them for some reason and finally climbed up to the top compared to their last ratings. 

“Over the past two years, Haynes Corp. has been successfully climbing up, hitting the charts, and even surpassing the sales of Sullivan. Sometimes they’re slowly becoming a threat. The newly elected CEO, who was the son of the former CEO and the owner of Haynes Corp., Callum Haynes, has been behind those sales because of the changes he made that got the public’s taste, especially now that there are a lot of trends. It showed that he was breaking the old cycle of the brand, which showed new styles that boosted their market,” the woman explained at the front. 

Clara was looking at Callum’s picture that was flashed at the front using the projector as it showed the months how they surpassed the sales and the other months how the Sullivans would get back to their throne as always at the top, 

She could hear how Callum promised her that they would get to the top someday and that they would be one of those billionaires who were at the top of the rankings, which he just did. They both kept the promise. But the difference is that she wasn’t with him anymore. 

But she was wondering how Callum had done it. She refused to search for Callum’s background since she was in Paris because she didn’t want to hurt herself more and be slapped by the truth that Callum had never loved her. 

Though she was now curious to know how he had done the procedures to finally get the throne for which he was aiming, it seemed like he worked hard for those three years, and two years later, he was already at the top, leveling the Sullivans. 

After the meeting, Serra suddenly showed up with her eyebrows knit. 

“I heard from Chance that you met the ex–husband,” she chuckled. 

“You two seem so invested in my love life when it already drowned five years ago,” Ciara said as she was about to slip herself into her sports car on the driver’s seat, but Serra occupied it right away. 

“Hopped in. You are so serious. I think you need a little fun tonight” 

“Serra, I have a daughter waiting for me.” 

“Your daughter, whom I already called and told her I wanted to invite you somewhere. And she told me it’s okay and she will sleep early with her grandparents! Jesus, Ciara. I know you’re a full–time mom, but even your daughter thanked me for taking you for fun because she thinks you’re being too serious in life and you don’t have time to have fun anymore! So hop in!” 

“You have forgotten that I never enjoyed clubs and bars,” Ciara complained as she walked to the passenger seat and slipped in. 

“Because you are used to the parties being held by the Sullivans! But the parties in the club were more exciting because of the strangers, Clara! That’s the best part!” Serra said as she pulled the gear and started maneuvering the steering wheel. 

Ciara leaned against the chair and sighed in defeat. Serra smirked at him. 

“So what now? Tell me you want to meet up with him again. What happened?” 

“So, he’s the top competitor now in our family?” She opened up, as she could feel that Serra had an idea about it. 

“That’s not important, Ciara! Who cares who’s ranking one or two? We are still the Sullivans, and even our parents don’t really care about competition as long as the business is doing fine. Chance doesn’t even care about competitors either. That asshole would even sleep with them,” she laughed. 

Clara grimaced. “That man is really nasty.” 

“Well, I’ve done it too, Ciara,” she smirked. 

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Wed 29 May RC 

Ciara didn’t show any surprise anymore because Chance’s counterpart was none other than Serra. She’s like the girl version of Chance, and she flirts like Chance as well. 

ng the air play with her 

She just rolled her eyes boredly and looked at herself in the mirror while she rested her hand on the open window of the car, letting hair as the night seemed to be just starting 

“Who knows, you might sleep with a competitor too?” She laughed. 

Ciara glanced at her, and Serra laughed. 

“Oh, right. You’ve done it already. And you even have a daughter with him. Wow,” she teased while glancing at her. 

Ciara rolled her eyes again. “That’s a mistake.” 

“You tocan Cara is a mistake?” Serra mumbled. 

“Not the part when I got pregnant,” Ciara continued. 

“Of course. He’s just so competitive that he didn’t know, since day one, he has already been at the to 

top of a Sullivan.” 

And Ciara couldn’t believe that she really imagined Callum hovering over her that night, looking at her intensely while his veins were protruding, and she could feel him between her legs as he rammed into her ruthlessly. 

She swallowed hard as she slowly took her eyes out of the window and tried to distract herself from the buildings when her mind was continuously creating that sensual imagination with her and Callum. 

“Let me ask you a question. You haven’t done it for five years?” Serra asked. 

Ciara groaned when she could immediately read between the lines. Serra chuckled mischievously. 

*Come on. Gwen might have stopped you in your younger days for a hookup, but you are now old enough for fuck buddies, Clara. You’re already in your 

late twenties!” 

She suddenly remembered that she’d already turned twenty–eight that year. And for five years, she hasn’t tried hooking up or sleeping with a she became a full–time mother to her daughter. 

“You can try it tonight. I have condoms,” Serra said, smirking at her. 

anyone as 

Ciara leered at her, but at the same time, she couldn’t say anything because somehow Serra had a point. Though she wasn’t really invested in getting laid later for the club they were planning to hit, her eyes suddenly looked at herself. 

“I’m still in my corporate attire, Serra,” she said, pointing it out. 

“Why? Did I tell you we’d hit the club right away without a proper makeover? Na–ah,” she winked at her. 

Serra is really the naughtiest among the Sullivans, just like her brother Chance. 

They went to Serra’s own penthouse at the top of the mountainside, where the city lights were the main highlight of the place, as they drove up to the overlooking penthouse of her sister. 

She slowly realized that it was her first time going there after living in Paris, as she was so busy that she hadn’t checked on her siblings. During college days, she would sometimes visit her. 

“Welcome to my own paradise,” Serra said as soon as her massive wardrobe opened, and it felt like a complete store because it was so big and spacious. 

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“Wow. I could really tell that you’ve been shopping every day in different countries compared to me,” she said as soon as she walked to the clothes that 

were hung properly. 

“We have the same frame. My clothes would fit into you,” she said as she took a hanger from the hanger rack and put the satin dress in front of Ciara’s 

body 

“You should wear something that reveals your sexy back. And, hmm, something black because it suits you. Oh, this one!” Serra took a hanger again, which still had a price tag, which showed its expensive brand. 

“Come on! Take a shower so you can changel” Serra urged and pushed her back. 

Ciara has no choice but to take a shower because she doesn’t want to smell shit–though she still smells amazing and took a shower. 

After half an hour, at exactly 6 p.m., she was already sitting in front of the big vanity mirror with her sister while she was blow–drying her hair so she could style it as Clara did her own make–up. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Use this lipstick,” Serra pointed at the matte red lipstick. “So it would suit your dress more. You’re like a dangerous, sexy lady,” Serra smirked. 

Segra indeed styled her hair as she put on some extra soft wavy curls. After putting on makeup, she finally changed into her dress and looked at herself in the mirror while her sister was busy with her own make–up. 

“Wow..” Serra smiled proudly 

She was wearing a cowl neckline backless black satin dress that highlighted how sexy her back is and showed the valley of her boob, while there was a wreath diamond necklace wrapped around the length of her neck. 

“If I was your ex, I’d immediately regret why I signed the divorce papers.”