Share

Very Cute, Legally Confusing

Author: Krystal Bahmz
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-16 03:28:28

Max stared at all three of us.

“No,” I repeated, because apparently three adults saying no in perfect unison still wasn’t enough to crush one person’s laundry-basket dreams.

Max grabbed the hem of his white T-shirt, his little bottom lip pushing out slightly. His black fringe fell almost over his eyebrows, making his blue eyes look bigger, more wounded, more prepared to sue all of us in family court.

“Family not supportive,” he said again, this time quieter and somehow more dangerous.

Then he d
Patuloy na basahin ang aklat na ito nang libre
I-scan ang code upang i-download ang App
Locked Chapter

Pinakabagong kabanata

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   all the things we never stopped knowing

    I didn't answer.Noelle watched my reaction, perhaps looking for something that would explain why I'd gone completely blank for a few seconds.I had no idea Rafael had told her that, and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with knowing about it.Not once, throughout all our conversations about Max, security, the Malibu project, or the anonymous photos, had Rafael mentioned that he was considering ending things with Noelle.I remembered her introducing him that morning.My boyfriend, Rafael Moretti.And how she'd rested her hand on Rafael's arm before he slipped away to take the document.Damn. I really wished I hadn't noticed that earlier.“Noelle...” I tried to find the right words, something that wouldn't make an already bad situation worse. “I didn't know.”“I know.” She looked away, toward the long stretch of windows along the hallway, where the Los Angeles skyline stood beneath the bright morning sky. “But I told him I wasn't ready to let him go.”I raised an eyebrow.Noelle quickl

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   i would like to leave this building

    Henry nodded, then turned to Claire to discuss the next steps in the review.I jotted down a few things I needed to pass along to Athena and the project team, but my mind was still stuck on one piece of information.The sender had already contacted someone outside the Jamesson family.Which meant photos of Max, my marriage documents, and details about my personal life might already be in more hands than we knew about.I glanced at my phone lying beside my notebook.There was a message from Gabriella.A photo of Max sitting at the dining table, working on the worksheet he'd finally agreed to do, while Kevin sat in a little chair beside him wearing a homemade paper hat.Underneath the photo, Gabriella had written:He says Kevin graduated from breakfast.I fought back a smile and texted her back, telling her to make sure Kevin wasn't granted permission to use scissors without supervision.When I looked up, Rafael was watching me from across the table.His gaze dropped briefly to my phone

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   please take your drama to legal

    I looked at him.Henry raised a hand slightly, as if he didn't want me to misunderstand what he meant.“This person isn't asking for money. They haven't made any contractual demands. They want us to question the relationship between Aster House and Moretti Holdings. What I want to know is whether there's a business motive behind these threats or if someone is dragging a personal matter into the company.”I crossed my legs.“That's what we're investigating. My counsel has already requested preservation of all the original emails, including attachments and headers. Some of the personal information in those documents also relates to a security matter outside the Malibu project.”Henry studied my face. “Does that have anything to do with the photos of your child?”I held my pen just above my notebook.Beside Rafael, Noelle lowered her gaze.“Yes,” I answered.Henry turned to Claire. “I want any information involving a minor separated from the project document distribution. Access should b

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   another day, another rich man's problem

    I arrived a few minutes before eleven.Athena was already waiting for me near the executive elevators with our legal counsel. She was wearing a gray blazer and holding a black leather folder thick enough to make me feel better about the whole situation.“Please tell me that's the entire Malibu history.”“From the first proposal to the final approval.”I took one of the folders she handed me. “Excellent. If someone's going to spend their day reading documents, I want to make sure they really suffer.”Athena glanced at my outfit.“What?”“Nothing.”“Athena.”“You're wearing a white dress to a governance review.”I looked down at my simple ivory dress, which I'd paired with a cream blazer and nude heels.“And?”“Nothing. You look like you're about to win the case and buy the building while you're at it.”I smiled. “Finally. A compliment.”We stepped into the elevator.When the doors opened on the executive floor, one of Henry's assistants greeted us and escorted us to a conference room o

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   a little boy in a world of wolves

    This morning, my son decided that formal education couldn't begin until every member of the family had been fed breakfast. Including a plastic triceratops.“Maxime, Kevin doesn't need pancakes.”“Yes, he does.”“Sweetheart, he's made of plastic.”Max looked up from his chair and fixed me with a pair of blue eyes that should never have been allowed on a child who could argue like a divorce attorney. His black bangs fell over his eyebrows, and his round cheeks still had faint pillow marks on them because he'd only woken up about half an hour ago.“Mami,” he said with clearly forced patience, “if Kevin doesn't eat breakfast, he's gonna be hungry.”I looked at the green dinosaur sitting beside his plate. “Kevin doesn't have a stomach.”Max immediately turned to Gabriella, who was arranging worksheets from Miss Harper at the other end of the dining table. “Gaby, Mami says Kevin doesn't have a tummy.”Gabriella looked up. “Well, technically...”“Don't,” I interrupted.She closed her mouth,

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   the billionaire's most demanding client

    “I know.” I pulled the blanket over my legs. “But I've already spoken to my counsel and Rowan. Athena's also putting together the project documentation. There's nothing we're going to accomplish by sitting in my living room in the middle of the night, except maybe finding the three Lego pieces Gabriella couldn't locate earlier this afternoon.”Rafael was quiet for a moment. “All right.”I raised an eyebrow. “All right?”“Yes.”“Wow. That was suspiciously easy.”“You said you didn't want me to come over. I heard you.”I opened my mouth, then closed it again.Well. Now he was making me look like a woman who was disappointed that her ex-husband didn't want to argue with her.“Good,” I said, trying to sound completely unaffected. “I'm glad your listening skills have improved so dramatically.”“I'm trying.”Something about the way he said it made me stop searching for a sarcastic comeback.There was no mockery in his voice this time. He said it casually, almost like an ordinary comment, bu

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   Elegant and Sticky

    Max pressed his lips together, then slowly pulled out the chair. He tried to climb up by himself, his chubby knee pushing into the seat cushion, one hand gripping the edge of the table. His face was so serious, as if he were scaling the Pottery Barn version of Everest. Once he managed to sit, he im

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   The House by the Sea

    My house sat inside a gated community far too expensive for people who still had real-life problems, but Los Angeles had always possessed a slightly cruel sense of humor.At the front gate, the security guard gave a small nod when he saw my car. I lowered the window and offered the minimum required

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   What I Made

    Five years later.Los Angeles felt like a city built out of glass, sunlight, and people far too confident to ever admit they were confused.I stood in the twenty-third-floor boardroom at Jamesson Holdings, facing a presentation screen the size of a mortal sin, while Noelle Jamesson stared at the ho

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   Marble, Whiskey, and Ruin

    The front door closed softly behind us, the quiet click echoing through our mansion in Brera, too beautiful, too silent, too expensive to be the home of a broken marriage.The foyer lights glowed softly over pale marble. The white flowers in the console vase were still fresh. Rafael’s coat had been

Higit pang Kabanata
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