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My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir the things divorce doesn't kill
My phone kept buzzing in my hand.I stared at Rafael’s name on the screen until the call finally stopped on its own, then lowered the phone with the kind of petty satisfaction no grown adult should have been allowed to enjoy.Good. Very mature. Truly an inspiring display of self-control.Absolutely not because my pride was sitting on one side of a negotiation table while the tiny devil on my shoulder sat on the other, whispering that answering a call from my ex-husband at eleven at night after accusing him of surveillance was the beginning of several bad decisions that usually ended with lawyers.The screen went dark again.I set the phone on the bed.Two seconds later, it started buzzing again.“Jesus.” I answered and pressed it to my ear before I could change my mind. “You have thirty seconds before I block this number and classify you as part of the wildlife problem.”“Where’s Max?”He didn’t even have the decency to sound offended.No excuse me? No comment on the fact that I’d jus
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir there you were, beneath everything else
It was a little after eight when I walked Rowan toward the gate.Dinner had finally ended after Mama managed to give him dessert that she claimed was only “a little” and turned out to be one enormous slice of tres leches, Papá made Rowan save the direct number for the head of our family security, and Max spent the last fifteen minutes of his evening demonstrating Kevin’s new capabilities, which, upon closer investigation, turned out to be two pieces of translucent red Lego taped to his horns.Gabriella had already taken Max upstairs because he’d started yawning while continuing to deny he was tired, which was usually the final stage before he fell asleep somewhere completely unreasonable.The night air was cooler now. The ocean below was almost invisible except for the thin white lines where the waves broke, while the lights of Belladonna glowed softly through the trees on the hillside.Rowan walked beside me with both hands in his pants pockets, the tablet he’d brought earlier alread
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir nothing unusual, if you ignore everything
I stopped chewing.“Sasha’s house already has security,” Gamma said.“Mm.”“From us.”“I know.”Gamma frowned harder. “Our team already has perimeter coverage, gate control, patrol rotation, cameras, and response.”Papá lifted one shoulder. “Now she can have two.”I stared at him. “Is this how rich people say anxiety?”“Redundancy.” Papá said.Gamma put down his fork. “Two systems can overlap.”“They can,” Rowan said.Gamma looked at him.“If they’re installed badly,” Rowan added.I held back a laugh.Gamma narrowed his eyes. “And if you install it?”“It won’t be bad.”Papá nodded. “I don’t want to replace Sasha’s security. I want an additional layer specifically for the slope, low airspace, and the blind approach from the lower road. Your system saw something ours didn’t.”Gamma looked at Papá. “We also only found out there was something after Blackwood came over.”“Exactly.”Gamma opened his mouth.Then closed it again.Papá went back to eating.Argument over.Rowan shifted his atte
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir domestic bliss, classified
Twenty minutes later, Rowan Blackwood was sitting in the chair my son had apparently designated the special chair.I still had no idea what made it special.It was a perfectly normal dining chair on the left side of the table, identical to the other seven, except maybe because Max had stood on it that morning trying to reach the honey in the cabinet, and I’d threatened to sell the entire dining set if he didn’t get down.But after his shower, Max came downstairs with his black hair still damp, the bangs Gabriella had carefully combed into place already falling over his forehead again five minutes later, wearing a clean white T-shirt and navy shorts, and immediately pointed Rowan toward the chair.“You sit here.”Rowan pulled it out. “Any particular reason?”“Special chair.”“What makes it special?”Max paused. “Because I said so.”Rowan nodded like he’d just been given a perfectly reasonable structural explanation. “Fair enough.”Papá pulled out the chair at the head of the table whil
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir eat first, then panic
Gamma looked at Papá like logic had personally betrayed him. “That’s a weird defense.”“It’s not a defense.” Papá handed the tablet back to Rowan. “It’s a reason not to accuse someone before we have anything more than a black car and family trauma.”“I like that family trauma is officially an evidence category now,” I said.Gamma looked at me. “You’re the one who said Moretti was your first thought too.”“Yes, but I have self-awareness. Very expensive. I bought it after the divorce.”“ROWAN!”We all turned.My son was charging up from the lower steps at a speed that did not belong to four-year-old legs that were still wet and sandy. His shorts were still rolled much too high, his white T-shirt was damp all the way to his stomach, and his black bangs were stuck randomly across his forehead.His cheeks were red from the sun and running, his chubby little body bouncing with every step, while one sandal was in his hand and, for reasons known only to God, the other was still on his foot.G
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir oh come on, i had one peaceful empanada
By late afternoon, I was already home with my hair twisted into a messy bun, barefoot, and halfway through my third empanada at the kitchen island because Mama had a very Latin approach to family crises: cook enough food to make everyone in the house physically incapable of moving.Reagan and Noah had gone back to their respective caves that morning, which in Rivera-family language meant work, wives, kids, meetings, and all the other adult responsibilities they unfortunately couldn’t keep abandoning just because their little sister had a problematic ex-husband.Gamma was still here because, according to him, he was “working remotely.”According to me, he was using his laptop as decoration on the coffee table while watching something about motorcycles with the volume turned low.Papá sat outside on the terrace with his feet up on the ottoman, reading something on his tablet, while Gamma was half sprawled across the outdoor sofa wearing sunglasses even though the sun had dropped low eno
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir Bye, Little Menace
We went downstairs together. The house was still full of clean morning light, the large glass windows in the living room catching the color of the ocean in the distance. In the kitchen, Max’s breakfast was almost gone: small pieces of pancake, strawberries, scrambled eggs he had eaten while complain
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir Before Eight in the Morning
Today, Maxime Rivera decided that uniform shorts were a form of oppression.I knew this before he said it, because he was already lying flat on his back on the bedroom rug with one leg in the air, his black hair sticking out in every direction, his bangs covering almost half his forehead, and his wh
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir A Moral Narrative
After lunch, I moved my laptop and iPad into the living room. I cracked the glass door open so the sea breeze could slip in. I sat on the sofa with my MacBook on my lap, my iPad on the table, Apple Pencil in hand, my hair twisted messily on top of my head. On the screen, the Malibu floor plan stared
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir M for Millionaire
By ten twelve, I had already left Aster House with my laptop still warm in my bag, one unfinished contractor call in my ear, and Nina’s last text message sitting on my screen:[If the tile vendor calls again, I’m faking my own death.]I replied with one hand at a red light.[Do it after lunch. We ha
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