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My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir men are exhausting
“So who carries the cost if they miss the revised ship date?” Henry asked from the screen.“Fabricator,” we answered at the same time.Maya looked down to hide a smile.I pretended not to notice.The meeting moved on.Capital release. Supplier allocation. Glazing replacement. Revised installation sequence.Rafael corrected one of my freight exposure numbers. I corrected the cash-flow timing assumption from his portfolio director. When he asked for the section drawing, my hand was already opening the sheet he meant before he finished the sentence. When I asked what happened to the west elevation if the shipment came in four days late, Rafael had already calculated the overlap with the second installation crew.If anyone in this room didn’t know our history, they probably would have seen an incredibly efficient partnership.Two people who thought in different rhythms but somehow kept arriving at the same answer.Not two ex-spouses whose lawyers were currently discussing the blood of the
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir disgustingly functional
“This is an office, not the Colosseum.”“I’m just driving you.”The second was when he took the exit toward West Hollywood with one hand relaxed on the wheel of my car, black sunglasses hiding his eyes and an expression far too peaceful for a man who had spent breakfast saying he wanted to make sure Rafael Moretti wasn’t “playing chess with family law.”“Seriously, Gamma.”“I heard you the first time.”“Your face didn’t.”“That’s an interesting neurological problem.”The third was right after we pulled into Aster House’s underground parking garage and Gamma shut off the engine.I turned fully toward him. “You are not talking to Rafael.”Gamma took off his sunglasses. “I haven’t even seen Rafael.”“Good. Keep it that way.”“I’m just driving you.”“You keep saying that in the tone of a man hiding a weapon.”“I didn’t bring a weapon.”I stared at him.He opened the car door. “That didn’t make you feel better, did it?”“Not remotely.”We took the elevator up together.I’d changed out of m
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir cooperative, my ass
“Maximito,” Mama said a few minutes later as she stood. “Come with Abuela to the garden. I want to see Mami’s flowers.”Max immediately slid off the stool. “Are there bugs?”“Of course.”“I can research.”“Of course you can.”I pointed at him. “Don’t touch a bee.”“I’m not scared of bees.”“Bees aren’t scared of you either.”“That’s rude.”Mama took his hand. “Come on.”Max stopped in the doorway and looked back. “Kevin too?”“No.”“But he’s surveillance.”“Kevin is off duty.”Max sighed, then let Mama lead him out toward the terrace while immediately launching into an explanation about how bees lived in “little societies.”The glass door slid shut behind them, muting the conversation outside, and somehow the kitchen felt different immediately without any of us having to say a word.Noah lowered his phone. Reagan stayed on FaceTime a few seconds longer, blowing a kiss toward his wife and promising he’d call again later before finally ending it. Gamma pushed his empty plate away, and G
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir skill issue
By late morning, my house had lost all rights to call itself a private residence.I heard the first car pull into the driveway while I was taking empanadas out of the oven, and Max’s voice immediately jumped two octaves from the living room.“THEY’RE HERE!”I didn’t even have time to put the tray down.Max appeared in the hallway wearing a clean white T-shirt, navy shorts, and black hair that Gabriella had somehow managed to dry earlier and was already messy again because apparently gravity had a personal vendetta against my son’s bangs.“Don’t run outside,” I said.“I’m not running.”He ran outside.“MAXIME.”The front door opened.I set the tray on the island harder than necessary, pulled off the oven mitt, and went after him while already feeling Latina mode knocking from the inside.“Max, if you go down that driveway without shoes again, I swear to God...”I stopped in the foyer.Mama had barely made it through the door and Max was already in her arms.“¡Mi bebé!”“Abuela!”Mama l
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir this is not stress-cooking
At 8:12 in the morning, Superman tore through my kitchen at a speed no pediatrician, insurance company, or God would have approved of.“WOOOOO!”“MAXIME!”I didn’t even turn around.Four years of being his mother had taught me that certain sounds required immediate investigation, like breaking glass, sudden crying, or more than two minutes of silence. Gabriella yelling my son’s full name from upstairs did not qualify as an emergency. That was just the morning soundtrack.I was standing at the stove with my hair clipped up however I’d managed to get it there, a thin white T-shirt tucked into black lounge pants, an apron tied around my waist, and a spatula in my hand. Scrambled eggs were going on one burner. On another, arepas were starting to turn golden on the griddle. The oven was busy with something nobody even needed because about twenty minutes ago, I’d made the deeply unhealthy decision that my family’s arrival required enough food to accommodate a minor diplomatic crisis.I wasn
My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir well, time to involve the family
I looked at my son for a few seconds. “Maxime.”“What?”“Put that down before it falls on your head.”He did, but very slowly, with the expression of an artist being censored by the state.“Is he still causing trouble?” Gamma had heard him.“He’s rebranding a zoning violation.”“Good.”I frowned. “Good?”“Means he’s okay.”The simple sentence almost landed somewhere too deep, so I picked up my wine and finally took a small sip.“And one more thing,” Gamma said.“What?”“We’re coming tomorrow.”I stopped swallowing. “Who is ‘we’?”“Me.”“That’s singular.”“Noah.”I closed my eyes. “Gamma.”“Reagan.”My eyes opened again. “Absolutely not.”“Already decided.”“By who?”“Me.” A pause. “And maybe Papá will going too.”I stood up from the stool. “What?”Max immediately looked over from the living room because my voice had gone up half a level. His black bangs shifted off his forehead when he lifted his head.“Why is he.. maybe coming?” I lowered my voice again.“Because I have to tell him t
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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