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Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father Bruised
They brought her in bruised.Hands zip-tied. Dried blood at the corner of her lip.She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just looked at me,like she already knew what I’d decide.The room was cold.Not from temperature.From silence.Milo stood beside her. Jaw tight. Blood drying beneath his fingernails. His eyes locked on me, waiting.But this wasn’t his decision.This time, the power sat in my hands.I held the note.He belongs with me.Five words. Neat, patient handwriting. Folded and placed in my son’s crib like a curse wrapped in silk.I hadn’t slept. My body still ached from labor, stitched with thread and adrenaline. I should’ve felt weak.But rage fills cracks adrenaline can’t.“Do you recognize this?” I asked.Daria didn’t blink. “No.”“You’re sure?”“I helped you deliver him,” she said. “I wrapped him in your arms. I didn’t leave that.”“She vanished after,” Milo growled. “No trace. No clearance.”“I was taken,” she snapped. “Zoya’s father’s men. They knew everything about yo
Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father Emilie
Emilie lay asleep, curled around the baby like a shield forged in fire and exhaustion.Her face. Soft, pale, streaked with dried salt and war. Looked too delicate for what she’d just endured. One arm cradled the child close, a mother’s instinct stronger than sedation. Her lips were parted, as if still exhaling pain. The baby stirred once.I didn’t.I stood in the doorway, bloodstained shirt stiff on my back, Glock heavy at my hip. Silent. Motionless. Even my thoughts obeyed the stillness, narrowed to a single, sharp point.Someone had touched them.Not just anyone.The nurse. Daria.She had seen Emilie’s pain. Heard her scream. Held my son.And now she was gone.Gone like smoke. Like a whisper in a burning room.That wasn’t an oversight. That was a warning."Anyone who touches what’s mine... bleeds."The penthouse turned into a fortress within minutes. Doors sealed. Cameras activated. Motion sensors rearmed. Detonation protocols readied. My men swarmed, barking into radios, boots ech
Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father Sleeping
The baby was finally sleeping.I hadn’t named him.Not yet.Somehow, between the blood and the gunfire, between Daria’s shadow and Milo’s endless wars, the space for something as sacred as a name had been lost.Like it had no room to bloom in all this wreckage.Like naming him would make him real,and real things could be taken.His breath whispered against Milo’s shirt, the one I’d pulled from the bathroom floor in a panic,torn and smoke-drenched, still stained with the ghost of a gunfight. It smelled like adrenaline, like aftershave and steel. Like him.I held the child tighter, as if his chest against mine could silence the chaos in my bones. But my body was unraveling, inch by inch.My eyelids were sandpaper. My legs trembled beneath me. The blood in my veins dragged like syrup, and still,still,I didn’t lie down. Couldn’t.My gaze was fixed on the door.That hollow space where Daria had stood not long ago, her fingers grazing my child’s head like it meant something.And then she wa
Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father A sound
It started with a sound.A wet pop beneath me. Then warmth.Too warm.I looked down.The creamy marble floor was slick. My bare feet were drowning in clear fluid that kept spreading, soaking the hem of Milo’s shirt I’d stolen earlier. My stomach clenched like a fist inside me, and I gripped the edge of the counter so hard I thought the marble would snap.A second later, I was on my knees,breath stuck somewhere between a gasp and a scream. It tore out of me when the pain hit, slicing through my spine and curling low in my belly like fire that wanted out.Not now.Not tonight.My hand reached for the emergency button near the wall panel. The one Milo made me swear I’d use if anything happened. My fingers fumbled. Missed. Smashed it too hard.A red light blinked.A voice buzzed through the speaker: “Emergency triggered,security en route…”Then the window rattled.A pop from the street below.Another. Louder.Gunfire.The next contraction hit so hard I collapsed sideways, cheek pressing
Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father Quiet
The warehouse was quieter now.Only the groan of cooling metal and the slow drip of blood from overhead pipes broke the silence. A body twitched once near the door,nerves, not life,and then stilled. Milo walked through the carnage like a ghost returning home.Smoke curled from a shattered light overhead. Bullet casings littered the ground like confetti at a funeral. The air was thick with gunpowder, sweat, and the stench of death.His blade,matte black, still warm,hung loosely in his hand. Blood slicked the grip, trailing down his wrist, soaking into his coat. He didn’t care.He hadn’t come for answers.He came to erase.Zoya’s men,fifteen in total,had been waiting for a deal that never came. They'd expected to meet a contact. Instead, they met Milo.The first two went down silently. The next six tried to fight. That part didn’t last long.Now there were bodies against every wall, some piled like discarded furniture. One man had been nailed to the support beam with a wrench through th
Affair With My my Ex's Billionaire Father metting
The meeting place was forgotten by time,an abandoned greenhouse hidden behind one of the old estates near the docks. Ivy strangled shattered glass panes. The moon filtered through in fractured slivers, catching on the soft swell of dust hanging in the air like secrets waiting to land.Zoya arrived first.She stood in the center of the broken greenhouse, wrapped in a long black coat that clung to her like a second skin. Her breath fogged the air in little ghosts. Her fingers trembled only once,then steadied.She wouldn’t fall apart now. Not in front of him.Ivan was late.Of course he was. He always made her wait,not out of cruelty, but because he never rushed. Ivan moved like a man who had already survived hell and had nothing left to fear. And maybe that was what she loved most.The way he didn’t flinch, even when she did.Footsteps. Soft, deliberate. No panic, no hurry.She turned just as he stepped through the cracked glass door, shadows trailing behind him like silent guards. He
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