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221. WHO IS OUR FATHER?

Author: Christie Bassey
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-20 17:36:58
ARIA

Rowan’s head snapped back as the phone hit him square between the eyes.

One hand flew to his eyes, and for a second, the entire room was silent. Silent in that awful way when everyone is watching and no one knows what to do.

My chest heaved. My palm still tingling from the throw.

Dozens of parents, teachers, and staff eyes bored into me. These were people I’d have to see again at drop-off, at pick-up, at every school fundraiser.

The humiliation crawled hot up my neck. Of course Rowan had to ruin everything.

Rowan’s face was red as he straightened, blood trickling from the bridge of his nose.

His eyes locked on mine with a fury that made my stomach twist, but it wasn’t anger I felt, it was relief.

For one second, I’d stopped him.

You could have picked apart the silence in the room.

I didn’t wait around to find out what his reaction would be.

I sure as hell didn't have the time when my children were right there in front of this maniac.

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  • Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret    228. WEARING HIM OFF

    ARIA The room emptied fast after Rowan stormed out, but I didn’t move. My eyes lifted to the corner of the ceiling as I tried to reel in my emotions. And there it was a glossy black eye staring down at us. A camera. Of course, because why simply control people when you can also record the evidence of how well they obey you? Fucking Rowan Zane. I tilted my head at it, letting it see my eye roll. I wouldn't be surprised if Rowan was already asking for that footage. I wouldn't put anything past him. “Smile for Big Brother, Stevens,” I muttered. He flinched like I’d slapped him all over again. Poor guy, he really didn't deserve to be caught in the middle of this. I turned back to him. “Alright, how soon can I be introduced to this product you’re all talking about? And while you’re at it, why don’t you tell me what the hell it is in the first place?” He blinked at me, pushing his glasses higher. His voice was shaky as though he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to talk wit

  • Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret    227. ROWAN PUNCHES ANYTHING, ANYONE

    ARIA “Stevens, continue the presentation,” Rowan said, like I hadn’t just spoken. What he didn't understand was that the days when he could speak above me were well behind me. Shaking my head at his frustrating attitude, I pushed my chair back and stood. The scrape of it against the floor made a few heads jerk up. Rowan's eyes met mine and he glared darkly. “Where do you think you're going?” I shrugged carelessly. “No. Stevens can’t continue until I know what’s being sold here. Until then, I’m leaving.” I reached for my bag, slinging the strap over my shoulder. I was already halfway upright when Rowan’s voice snapped. “Sit down.” Rolling my eyes, I ignored the words, backing away from the table. I heard the whispers and murmurs, and I ignored it just as thoroughly. “Aria, sit the fuck down.” Rowan snapped, his fist clenching. “Oh? Am I making you look bad? All you have to do is ask him to explain it to me.” I said sweetly, refusing to back off. This bastard was respon

  • Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret    226. THAT'S EXACTLY WHY I'M HERE"

    ARIA Caspian barely looked up when I pushed the door open and stepped into his office. He was bent over his laptop, the light from the screen painting hard lines across his face. “Morning,” I said, stretching my arms above my head as I walked over to him. He didn't look up, nor answer the greeting which was very unlike him. “Come here,” he muttered, waving me over to the desk. Not exactly a warm greeting but still, I went because his jaw was set, and that told me whatever he was glaring at on the screen wasn't good. I sat in the chair beside him, brushing my arm against his, and I felt the way he leaned into my warmth without thinking. He told me about the girls, about the list of names, and it was just similar to what I'd read on Zara that I couldn't breathe. My stomach turned so hard I had to grip the edge of the desk. “What the hell is this?” “Duke pulled it out of the charity’s reports. Look at the second attachment.” I scrolled, my finger stiff against the track

  • Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret    225. THE MISSING GIRLS

    CASPIAN“How much did I hear?” I said. “How about you start with why you’re pacing outside at six in the morning, Evelyn.”She stiffened, the phone disappearing into her pocket as though she could erase the fact of that last few minutes. I'd already seen it, and hiding it wouldn't change anything. Her eyes met mine, and they were wide and guilty. For a second, she didn't even try to speak, just stood there like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. When she finally opened her mouth, her voice was soft and shaky, as though she was on the verge of tears. “I… I’m sorry. I should’ve told you and Aria sooner. It’s just my business. There’s a shipment that’s not coming through. A mix-up with the port.”What business? Hadn't she said her jewelry business was failing and that's why she needed a nanny position? And I'd seen her pacing, looking nothing like the frail woman I was used to. “What business, Evelyn? I didn't know you were running a business from our home.” Her eyes w

  • Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret    224. WHAT'S UP WITH EVELYN?

    CASPIAN I dragged him over to his chair and threw him into it. He leaned back, tilting his head up to stop the blood flowing from his nose. “Something I've been meaning to ask. Caspian, who is the father of those kids?” The question hit like a punch of its own. My stomach tightened, but I didn’t let it show. I bent closer, my voice low. “I know who it isn’t. And it’s sure as hell not you.” He could act indifferent as much as he wanted to, but I saw the moment he realized I meant it. I saw the way his eyes tightened at the corners and the dark shadow that crossed his brow. And since I'd arrived, the glee disappeared from his eyes and I knew something. Rowan hadn't meant to let it slip, but he cared about those kids. He really did want the twins. Maybe not Aria, but the twins. Panic widened his eyes and I allowed my body to relax, and even a small smile to light my face. “They’re mine,” he snapped. “Don’t you try to…” “Are they now? They don't even know your name, Rowan

  • Her Billionaire Ex-husband's Regret    223. FUCKING ROWAN AGAIN!

    CASPIANThere was always that point.The point of no return. The point where you knew you’d stepped over the line and there was no going back.This was that point for me.“Say that again.” The words barely made it out of my clenched jaw.“It's Rowan,” Aria snapped, her voice edging the line between humiliation and fury. “He just won’t stop. He can’t seem to get the memo that I will never be with him anymore!”I couldn’t answer her. My throat was tight, fist aching for something to punch. And I knew well what I needed to punch. I stepped out of the room before I could say something I’d regret.I walked out calmly enough, hoping Aria didn't follow behind me. On my way to the car, I called Markus. Markus was having his men track Rowan’s whereabouts and I needed to know exactly where the dimwit was. He answered and I sighed. “Where's Rowan?” “Rowan? Right now he’s at his office. He came back and hasn’t left.”Of course he hadn’t. After humiliating Aria in front of the entire school

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