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From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 94
PHOEBEIf someone had told me a month ago that I’d see Julia laughing like this—head tipped back, eyes bright, cheeks flushed with happiness—I would’ve laughed right in their face.Yet here we were.We were sitting beside her mother’s bed, sunlight pouring in through the half-open window, dust motes floating lazily in the air. The room smelled faintly of chamomile tea and clean sheets. Julia sat cross-legged on the chair, animated for once, hands moving as she spoke. Not shrinking. Not apologizing for existing.Alive.“And then,” she said, lowering her voice dramatically, “he just—just stepped in front of me.”I leaned forward, already grinning. “Like a wall. A very expensive wall.”Julia snorted despite herself. “Phoebe.”“No, no, I’m serious,” I insisted, waving my hand. “You should’ve seen him, Auntie Scribonia. He stopped Lady Livia’s hand mid-air like it was nothing. I thought she’d faint.”Her mother’s lips twitched, eyes warm with amusement. “Is that so?”Julia nodded, eyes shi
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 93
MARCUSThe warehouse smelled like oil, metal, and fear.Fear was always the strongest scent.I adjusted my cuffs slowly, methodically, even as the man kneeling in front of me sobbed so hard his shoulders shook. The floor beneath him was already wet, not from blood yet, but from sweat and spilled liquor. My men stood in a loose circle, silent, disciplined. They knew better than to interrupt when I was thinking.The chip lay on the table between us.Small. Black. Unassuming.Every syndicate on the continent wanted it. Tracking encryption, offshore vault access, biometric overrides. The kind of thing that could shift power without firing a single bullet.And this idiot thought he could sell it twice.I picked it up between my fingers, turning it once, then twice.“Do you know,” I said calmly, “how many men have died tonight because you hesitated?”He shook his head violently. “P-Please, Sir Lucchesi, I swear, I didn’t mean—”I crouched in front of him so we were eye level.His eyes were
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 92
MARCUSBlood never bothered me.Not the sight of it. Not the smell. Not the way it pooled too slowly on concrete, as if the ground itself hesitated to accept what I gave it. Violence was language in my world. Efficient. Final. Honest in a way people never were.Tonight was no different.The warehouse squatted near the docks, lights dimmed, guards posted too confidently for men who thought they were untouchable. That alone told me they had something worth stealing. Or dying for.The chip.Every syndicate wanted it. A palm-sized piece of tech that could crack encrypted ledgers, reroute offshore accounts, erase entire identities. Power compressed into silicon. Whoever held it decided who existed and who disappeared.I stepped out of the car, coat heavy on my shoulders, sea air sharp with salt and oil. My men fanned out without a word. They knew better than to speak unless I asked. Fear made them disciplined. Respect kept them loyal.Inside, the warehouse smelled of rust and sweat. Five m
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 91
JULIAThe car ride felt different today.Not heavy.Not suffocating.Not something I had to endure with my hands clenched tight in my lap.For the first time in a long while, I leaned back against the soft leather seat and watched the city pass by through the tinted window, sunlight flickering across the glass like it was playing with me. The Lucchesi emblem glinted faintly on the door, a quiet reminder of where I was headed back to later, but right now, my heart was somewhere else.Home.Well—my other home.My mom’s house.Phoebe sat across from me, humming softly to herself as she scrolled through her phone. She looked relaxed too, dressed casually instead of in her usual stiff uniform, hair tied back loosely. Marcus had insisted on it.“You’re not working today,” he’d said earlier, voice firm but warm. “You’re accompanying Julia as family.”Family.The word still made my chest feel strange in a good way.“I still can’t believe he let us go without a single lecture,” Phoebe said, gl
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 90
NEROI found her in her father’s sitting room.Of course I did.Terra always chose rooms that smelled like power, leather, expensive liquor, old money soaked into the walls. Rooms that reminded everyone exactly who she was supposed to be.She was pacing when I entered, heels biting into the rug, fingers clenched so tight her knuckles had gone white. Her reflection in the glass cabinet looked fractured, like even she couldn’t stand herself right now.The moment she saw me, she stopped.Her eyes lit up, not with relief, but with fury.“Do you know,” she began sharply, “how humiliating this is for me?”I shut the door behind me with more force than necessary. “I could ask you the same question.”She laughed, but it wasn’t amusing. It was shrill, unsteady. “Don’t start defending her again.”“There it is,” I said coldly. “You don’t even need her name anymore. She lives in your head rent-free.”Her face twisted. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that.”“Then stop talking about her like she’s
From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed Chapter 89
NEROI didn’t plan to follow them.That’s the lie I told myself, anyway.The truth was simpler and uglier: I saw Marcus’s car pull out of the Lucchesi gates, and my body moved before my pride could stop it. I kept my distance, three cars back, far enough to pretend this wasn't an obsession, far enough to convince myself I was only being cautious.Protective.That’s what I called it.They didn’t go to the mall this time. No crowds, no public spectacle. Marcus didn’t need witnesses anymore. He drove like a man who had already claimed what he wanted.They stopped at a quieter part of the city, one of those places people like us didn’t usually touch unless business required it. A small art district. Cafés with chipped paint and plants hanging from windows. Streets that smelled like coffee and old stone instead of gun oil and money.Julia stepped out first.She was smiling.Not the polite smile she used at home. Not the careful one she wore around Father. This one was soft, unguarded. Real
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