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My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir the small, unbearable joy of being alive
I woke up to something hard jabbing me in the cheek.Nothing dangerous enough to worry about, at least not until I opened my eyes and found two red plastic horns about an inch from my face.“Kevin, don’t.”“Mami.”I groaned and pulled the blanket up over my nose.“Mami, wake up.”“No.”“Mami, I’m hungry.”“My condolences.”Something small, warm, and deeply disrespectful of personal space climbed onto my stomach. I opened one eye just as Max dropped his entire chubby body onto my chest, Kevin the triceratops included, now sporting two red Lego pieces taped to his horns and, according to his owner, officially qualified as a military weapon.“Jesus Christ, Max.”“Don’t say Jesus Christ,” he said seriously. “You said that’s a bad word.”“I also said not to jump on people while they’re sleeping.”“I didn’t jump. I climbed.”I stared at him.My son stared right back with those enormous blue eyes that somehow managed to make every accusation against him look like a human rights violation. Hi
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir i could still picture you in the dark
It wasn’t the usual Rafael Moretti version of no, either. No polished explanation, no tone that somehow turned every conversation into a board meeting where he’d already decided the outcome and forgotten to tell anyone there was supposed to be a vote.Just... no.I stood beside the bed with my phone pressed to my ear. “Wow. Look at that. Personal growth. Should I send your therapist flowers?”“I want the original footage.”I stared at the wall. “And the moment of growth is officially over.”“Not the screenshot you sent. The original file.”“No.”“Sasha.”“Rafael, I’m not customer service for billionaire paranoia. Press one for legal threats, press two if you’d like to buy someone’s company, press three if your ex-wife is sick of hearing her own name.”He didn’t answer.I could picture him on the other end even though I had no idea where he was. Maybe the penthouse. Maybe the hotel. Maybe Noelle’s place, and the fact that my brain offered up that last possibility without being asked ma
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 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 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
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