Library
Maghanap
Home / Romance / His Ex Mistress, His Enemy / Gavels and Grenades

Share

Gavels and Grenades

Author: Krystal Bahmz
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-10 19:52:53

The small courtroom was silent when I walked in. The harsh overhead fluorescents lit a long, scarred wooden table that looked like it had survived a hundred legal battles.

I took my seat on the right and lined up the weapons I’d be using today: A final evidence binder with color-coded tabs for every category. A revised draft of the trust fund agreement that still needed the judge’s input. A witness list with margin notes for cross-examination. A summary of agreements from earlier negotiations.

Amelia’s statement, stripped of every line that made her sound like she was auditioning for a soap opera.

And, just in case, a rebuttal brief ready to fire if the other side tried to push for an early trial date.

I was flipping through an exhibit when the door opened. The sharp click of high heels echoed across the marble floor, confident and precise.

Vivienne Duclair swept in like a cold wind that knew exactly where it was going. Her black blazer was tailored within an inch of perfection, her b
Patuloy na basahin ang aklat na ito nang libre
I-scan ang code upang i-download ang App
Locked Chapter
Nakaraang Kabanata Susunod na kabanata

Pinakabagong kabanata

  • His Ex Mistress, His Enemy   Warm Eyes, Cold Intent

    It felt like my feet were nailed to that glossy marble floor. Air went in, but my lungs seemed to refuse the job.And just like someone who’d already read the room before I could blink, Erick lowered Ash from his arms. He patted the boy’s shoulder with a light but firm touch.“Come on, partner. Let’s check out the play area at the other end. Maybe there’s a slide you can claim as your own.”“But Mami—” Ash protested, his tiny hand pointing toward the dinosaur Lego set still shining on the shelf behind me.“If you win on the slide, Daddy promises we’ll come back and look at the Lego again,” Erick cut in, his voice full of conspiracy.Ash narrowed his eyes, weighing the deal. “Two Lego.”Erick sighed but nodded. “Two.”Ash followed him instantly, still grumbling about “a kid’s right to own dinosaurs.” In a few steps, they were gone, but I knew… I knew Zane had seen everything.Those eyes.That quick glance at Ash, then at Erick, like he was piecing together a puzzle I’d never seen assem

  • His Ex Mistress, His Enemy   Three Steps Ahead, Two Steps Back

    That afternoon, sunlight slanted through the living room window, glinting off the wooden floor now covered in crayon scribbles, Ash’s “masterpiece,” which he claimed was a treasure map.He sat cross-legged on the rug, a picture book of numbers open in front of him. I was in a low chair, holding up number and letter cards like a preschool teacher competing in an international patience contest.“Okay, let’s try again. Three plus two?” I asked, lifting two number cards.Ash scrunched his eyebrows, lips moving as he counted in the air.“Five.” He looked at me quickly, almost daring me to disagree. “But if you take three plus two and then add one, that’s six. Same as Daddy’s age if he ever turns into a dinosaur.”I winced. “Daddy’s not going to turn into a dinosaur, sweetheart.”“He could,” Ash insisted, eyes sparkling. “If he eats only broccoli every day. I heard dinosaurs loved vegetables.”I laughed softly, shaking my head. This kid truly had his own brand of logic. I lifted a letter ca

  • His Ex Mistress, His Enemy   Gavels and Grenades

    The small courtroom was silent when I walked in. The harsh overhead fluorescents lit a long, scarred wooden table that looked like it had survived a hundred legal battles.I took my seat on the right and lined up the weapons I’d be using today: A final evidence binder with color-coded tabs for every category. A revised draft of the trust fund agreement that still needed the judge’s input. A witness list with margin notes for cross-examination. A summary of agreements from earlier negotiations.Amelia’s statement, stripped of every line that made her sound like she was auditioning for a soap opera.And, just in case, a rebuttal brief ready to fire if the other side tried to push for an early trial date.I was flipping through an exhibit when the door opened. The sharp click of high heels echoed across the marble floor, confident and precise.Vivienne Duclair swept in like a cold wind that knew exactly where it was going. Her black blazer was tailored within an inch of perfection, her b

  • His Ex Mistress, His Enemy   Hashtags and Hearsay

    My desk was drowning.Stacks of gray folders, legal pads with yellow Post-its sticking out like Monday-morning bedhead, and a thick binder full of asset lists longer than my family’s holiday shopping list back in Bogotá.I was in the middle of marking up a trust fund agreement, choosing words that couldn’t be twisted later, when Amelia’s voice floated over from the sofa across the room.And by “floated,” I don’t mean gentle music. Think full-on opera aria with extra dramatics.“…and do you know what’s most disgusting?” Amelia leaned back, legs crossed, her satin dress folding perfectly around her like she’d stepped out of a perfume ad. “He walked into that charity gala. A charity gala, Dianna. With a woman who doesn’t even know how to hold a wine glass properly. There were fingerprints all over it.”I glanced up long enough to give her a thin nod, then went back to writing.“And everyone saw. Everyone. Even social media picked it up. The hashtag #RomanoRebound was trending for two hou

  • His Ex Mistress, His Enemy   What Lips Remember

    I don’t remember exactly when I fell asleep.All I know is, last night my head was full of Zane Romano’s lips and the way his breath burned across my skin like straight tequila. My brain kept replaying that kiss over and over, like a bad pop song you hate but can’t stop humming.I tried everything: alpha wave music, slow-breathing meditation, even a YouTube video of a garbage truck moving through snow in rural Norway.None of it worked.In the end, I gave in to the only thing that’s ever worked since I was a teenager : Mama’s infamous sleep potion.That stuff is suspicious as hell. Some blend of forest herbs, dark wild honey, and what I’m pretty sure are the tears of a South American jaguar. It tastes like witch soup, but knocks you out like a brick-scented pillow to the face.So when I finally passed out, I prayed I’d wake up peacefully.Of course, I forgot I have a three-year-old.“MAMIIII—LOOK AT MEEE!”BOOM.Something launched itself onto my stomach.I winced, eyes still closed, t

  • His Ex Mistress, His Enemy   My Heart, The Traitor

    Dante finally glanced toward the door, drawn away by his mother’s voice calling him over to meet a swarm of noisy aunts, all of them eager to ask when he was finally getting married.“Alright, you two keep talking. Don’t go anywhere, I’m coming back!” he said, then vanished into the crowd like it was nothing.And just like that, it was me and Zane.Alone.The salsa music that had been pounding through the room now sounded distant, like it was playing underwater. I could hear my own heartbeat louder than the brass band on stage.I straightened in my seat. “Why did you request to fast-track the hearing? And… the trust fund?”It wasn’t just a legal question, and we both knew it. Everything Zane did had layers, he never moved without thinking twenty steps ahead.He shrugged, too casually for a man in the middle of a billion-dollar divorce. “Because I’m tired of her. And I’ve got more important things to deal with than watching her drag this circus through court.”More important.I swallow

Higit pang Kabanata

Maaari mong magustuhan

Galugarin at basahin ang magagandang nobela
Libreng basahin ang magagandang nobela sa GoodNovel app. I-download ang mga librong gusto mo at basahin kahit saan at anumang oras.
Libreng basahin ang mga aklat sa app
I-scan ang code para mabasa sa App
DMCA.com Protection Status