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Chapter 54

Author: Ranya Vale
last update publish date: 2026-03-25 04:07:10

The siege of Agios Nikolas didn’t start with a gunshot or a theatrical demand for surrender. It started with a chime—the kind of polite, unobtrusive notification you get when someone likes a photo on Instagram. But on this island, in this bunker, that sound was a death knell.

Dominic didn’t even have to look at the screen to know the perimeter had been shredded. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the nursery monitor where Luca and Sienna were finally, mercifully, asleep. The blue
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  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 55

    The sound of a villa self-destructing isn’t like the movies. There’s no dramatic orchestral swell. It’s just a series of heavy, metallic thuds—the sound of reinforced pneumatic bolts firing into place, sealing us into a tomb of our own making.The emergency lights in the hallway didn’t just flicker; they turned a deep, pulsing crimson that made the polished concrete floors look like they were hemorrhaging. And then there was that voice. That calm, synthesized, almost polite feminine tone that Eleanor must have picked out herself."Protocol 200 Initiated. Secondary containment active. T-minus five minutes to full structural purge.""Purge," Dominic whispered, the word catching in his throat. "She’s not just blowing the data. She’s erasing the evidence. All of it. Us included."He didn't waste time trying to hack the terminal again. He knew his mother. If Eleanor Thorne set a timer, she didn't leave a back door for a change of heart. He grabbed a heavy crowbar from the emergency kit nea

  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 54

    The siege of Agios Nikolas didn’t start with a gunshot or a theatrical demand for surrender. It started with a chime—the kind of polite, unobtrusive notification you get when someone likes a photo on Instagram. But on this island, in this bunker, that sound was a death knell.Dominic didn’t even have to look at the screen to know the perimeter had been shredded. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the nursery monitor where Luca and Sienna were finally, mercifully, asleep. The blue light from the tablet etched deep, jagged lines into his face. He looked a hundred years old."He’s live," Dominic said, his voice flat and hollow.I leaned over his shoulder, my incision throbbing with every shallow breath. On the screen, the grainy, high-definition feed of a major news network was broadcasting a "Breaking News" special. There was Julian Sterling, standing on the teak deck of a massive white yacht, the Aegean sun glinting off his perfectly capped teeth. He wasn’t wearing a sui

  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 53

    The transition from the soft, rolling hills of Tuscany to the jagged, salt-sprayed isolation of the Aegean was like moving from a dream into a cold, hard reality. We didn't land at an airport. There was no customs line, no passport control, no paparazzi waiting at the gate. There was just a reinforced concrete pad built into a cliffside on a speck of rock called Agios Nikolas.Dominic had bought this island years ago through a Panamanian shell company when he was still the "Ice King," back when he thought he needed a place to disappear if a merger went south or a government collapsed. It wasn't a villa. It was a brutalist masterpiece of glass, steel, and local stone, half-buried in the cliff to be invisible from the sea. As the helicopter rotors slowed to a rhythmic slap and the side door opened, the smell of wild thyme and sea salt hit me like a physical blow. It was beautiful, but it was a lonely kind of beautiful."We’re here," Dominic said, his voice barely audible over the wind.

  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 52

    The high from the delivery room is a lying, beautiful thing. It’s a rush of pure dopamine that makes you feel like you’ve conquered the world, but the comedown is brutal. By 4:00 AM, the morphine was starting to wear off, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache in my abdomen that felt like I’d been put back together with rusted staples.The recovery suite was dark, lit only by the soft, rhythmic glow of the monitors. To my left, Luca was a silent, swaddled lump in his clear plastic bassinet, his tiny chest rising and falling in perfect, peaceful intervals. To my right, Sienna was already making her presence known, shifting restlessly and letting out a sharp, tiny huff every few minutes, as if she were offended by the very concept of sleep.I was drifting, that half-conscious state where the shadows on the ceiling start to look like faces, when the door clicked open. It wasn't the soft, measured step of a nurse. It was heavy, fast, and jittery.Dominic walked in. He was still in his blue sc

  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 51

    The clinic in the valley didn’t look like the sprawling, glass-fronted medical fortresses in London. It was a converted villa, all terracotta tiles and ivy-covered stone, tucked away from the main road. It was supposed to be the "Nobody" version of a birth—quiet, private, and utterly human. But the second we crossed the threshold, the soft Tuscan charm evaporated, replaced by the sharp, stinging scent of isopropyl alcohol and the rhythmic, electronic whoosh-whoosh of fetal monitors.Dominic was a tether, but a vibrating one. He’d been the picture of zen for three weeks, but the moment he had to trade his sweater for a set of blue surgical scrubs, the "CEO control" started to twitch. He wasn't barking orders at the nurses—not yet—but I could see him reading the monitors over their shoulders, his eyes darting across the flickering green numbers with the same intensity he used to reserve for a collapsing market."Breathe, Seraphina," he whispered, his hand clamping onto mine. His palm wa

  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 50

    The three weeks that followed the "Great Abdication" were the quietest, strangest, and most terrifyingly normal days of my life. It was like we’d spent months sprinting through a thunderstorm, and suddenly, the sun came out, but we didn’t quite know how to stand still without the wind pushing against us.The world hadn't stopped spinning, of course. If I glanced at a news app—which I tried not to—I’d see headlines about the "Thorne-Sterling Collapse" or "The Trillion-Dollar Ghost." Investors were still throwing tantrums in London, and Julian was apparently aging ten years a week trying to keep the Sterling Group from being swallowed whole by a Chinese conglomerate. But at the villa, the noise was different. It was the sound of a lawnmower in the distance, the clatter of a wooden spoon against a ceramic bowl, and the rhythmic creak of a rocking chair.Dominic had undergone a transformation that was almost comical to witness. The man who used to command rooms with a single, cold glance

  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 21

    The return to the villa should have felt like a homecoming or at least a tactical retreat. Instead it felt like walking into the headquarters of a very polite very expensive cult. We pulled up the gravel driveway in the dusty Land Rover and I expected to see the usual quiet olive groves and the occ

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  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 22

    The air in the Land Rover was so thick with unspoken garbage that I actually rolled down the window just to breathe. Dominic was back in his "Titan of Industry" costume. Dark suit, jaw set like a marble ledge, and eyes that didn't see anything except the road and whatever corporate war he was curre

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-25
  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 24

    The sun was barely peeking over the Tuscan hills when I woke up to the smell of something burning and the sound of a heavy copper pan hitting the floor tiles. I rolled over in the massive silk sheets and squinted at the door wondering if Eleanor’s security team was finally staging a coup or if the

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  • Mistaken Night With my Ex-Husband   Chapter 23

    The gravel driveway of the villa sounded like it was being ground into dust under the weight of an invading army. I stood at the tall arched window of the second floor bedroom watching a literal semi truck negotiate the narrow turn past the ancient cypress trees. It was followed by a line of black

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-25
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