Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 15

**Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen 15**

The story of “Unwritten Feelings Drift” unfolds amidst the electrifying atmosphere of a high-stakes racing event, where the air crackles with anticipation. Will, one of the key figures in this narrative, finds himself irresistibly drawn to a woman named Skyla, whose vibrant energy seems to pulse through the crowd. But it is not just Skyla who captures his attention; there is Ayla, whose striking beauty and enigmatic presence stand out like a beacon in the sea of spectators.

As Will introduces his friends, Halle and Ayla, to the formidable Draven Storm, a man whose very presence commands respect and admiration, Ayla’s heart races—not just from the thrill of the event, but from the flood of memories that Draven’s appearance conjures. The moment she lays eyes on him, she is struck by the sharp angles of his face and the aura of mystery that envelops him, leaving her breathless and momentarily speechless.

Ayla’s mind races back to her wedding three years ago, where Draven had made a fleeting appearance. She recalls how the mere sight of him had sent ripples of unease through her, a feeling she had never fully understood. Now, as they are introduced, she feels a tumult of emotions—anxiety, curiosity, and a hint of nostalgia. Their shared history, tied to her late husband Troy, looms over the moment like a shadow. Yet, Draven’s demeanor remains cool and detached, lacking any personal references that might have made this encounter more complicated. This absence of acknowledgment brings her a momentary sense of relief, even as the air between them crackles with unspoken words.

As the race begins, the atmosphere shifts dramatically. The crowd erupts into cheers, their excitement palpable as they root for their favorite racers. Ayla’s gaze is drawn back to Skyla, who embodies a fierce determination and skill on the track. Among the throng of spectators, Bria stands out, her enthusiasm for Skyla a stark contrast to her usual composed demeanor. This unexpected display of camaraderie highlights how shared experiences can forge connections, and Ayla finds herself increasingly enmeshed in the unfolding drama of the race.

With each lap, Ayla is torn between her memories of Draven and her growing fascination with the race. The narrative beautifully captures the interplay of emotions—anticipation, nostalgia, and exhilaration—while weaving together the lives of the characters in a setting that seems almost designed to bring them together. This convergence of past and present sets the stage for potential revelations and deepening relationships, hinting at the complexities that lie ahead.

The crowd’s excitement swells, and Ayla feels the magnetic pull of the race drawing her attention back to the track. Will had met many beautiful women in his life, yet Ayla’s allure struck him with a force that was almost tangible. Her cool demeanor and slightly aloof nature intrigued him, embodying an ideal that men often admired from a distance—a perfect figure who seemed perpetually out of reach.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through the clamor of the crowd, announcing, “The race is starting!” The massive screens flickered to life, broadcasting the event in vivid detail. The audience surged forward, eager to secure their spots in the stands. The venue was spacious, allowing ample room for everyone, complete with binoculars for the guests to enjoy the spectacle.

Will had just finished introducing Halle to Conrad Alvarado, the wealthiest man in Trensea, when the race commenced. He deftly maneuvered the two women toward his boss, eager to ensure they had the best view of the action. Ayla and Halle had noticed the exclusive corner earlier, though it was crowded with people, obscuring their line of sight. It was clear that this was the section where the enigmatic big shot of Zheron was seated.

As Will approached, the crowd parted, creating a clear path. For the first time, Ayla caught sight of a man’s back. Even from behind, his silhouette conveyed an unmistakable sense of identity. The way he carried himself radiated an undeniable power, causing those around him to instinctively tense.

A curious thought flickered through Ayla’s mind—why did this tall, commanding figure feel so familiar? Her question was swiftly answered when Will addressed him, “Mr. Storm.”

As the man turned to face them, Ayla braced herself. She had anticipated he wouldn’t be unattractive, but nothing could have prepared her for the jolt of recognition that coursed through her veins. His features were strikingly sharp, almost sculpted, and his profile exuded an allure that was difficult to articulate.

This wasn’t the first time Ayla had encountered such captivating beauty. The last time she had felt this level of astonishment, it was also because of him—Draven Storm, Troy’s half-brother, who shared the same father but had a different mother.

The first time Ayla had laid eyes on him was at her modest wedding with Troy, where his mere presence had seized her entire being. It wasn’t just his striking looks that had left her breathless; it was the magnetic force of his presence that made everyone around him feel uneasy for reasons they couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Now, three years later, Draven’s aura seemed even more composed, more inscrutable. He wore a simple long black coat that appeared casual compared to the others, yet it cloaked him in an air of mystery that was almost tangible.

Ayla’s breath caught in her throat. She had never imagined she would encounter Draven in such a setting.

Will broke the silence, introducing them. “Mr. Storm, this is my old classmate Halle, and her friend Ayla. Both are involved in the tech industry.”

He continued, “This is my boss, Draven Storm.”

Draven’s gaze shifted to Halle first.

Halle, usually confident and unflappable, found herself momentarily frozen when their eyes met. After a brief pause, she managed to extend her hand and greet him, but her instinct for small talk vanished in an instant.

Then, Draven’s attention turned to Ayla.

His gaze felt heavy, almost palpable, as though it bore down on her, making it difficult to breathe.

Ayla quickly regained her composure, her expression remaining serene as she extended her hand. “Hello, Mr. Storm.”

Draven’s eyes flicked down to her outstretched hand.

A fleeting worry crossed Ayla’s mind—would he mention Troy? After all, in his eyes, she wasn’t merely an acquaintance; she was his sister-in-law.

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