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the things divorce doesn't kill

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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
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Blackwood better not be a threat that Rafael is not disclosing! Sasha and Mac need a happily ever after! She’s been so busy taking care of everyone one and building a business! Rowan and Rafael better not disturb her peace. We want love, action but not stale drama
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  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   what a lovely day to lose my mind

    “Is he still there?” I asked, getting to my feet. “The man. Did security manage to stop him?”“No. He was already gone by the time I got to reception.”“How did he leave? Did he get into a car? Walk away? Did anyone follow him?”“I don't know yet, Sasha. Security's reviewing the entrance footage.”I grabbed my bag from my desk chair, then opened a drawer to look for my car keys. “Okay. Did he see Max?”“Not as far as they know. He only made it to the visitor entrance. Security wouldn't let him into the school.”I stopped looking for my keys and pressed the phone a little harder against my ear. “Then what did he want?”“Something about a pickup arrangement.”“Sorry?”“He said he was there to confirm that a change to one of the students' pickup procedures had been updated.”I frowned. “What change?”“That's what they're trying to figure out. He spoke to someone in administration, not a classroom teacher.”“And which student was he asking about?”Gabriella went quiet for a moment.I alre

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   what a terrible time to become a better man

    I blinked. “We haven't even made it thirty seconds.”“Sasha. Someone took a picture of him outside his school.”“I know. I'm the one who received it.”“And we don't know who took it.”“Still true. Continue.”“If they know his schedule, we shouldn't make his movements easy to predict.”I crossed my legs and leaned back slightly against the desk. “I've already discussed that with Papá. Security is reviewing the routes and pickup procedures. The preschool's also been given additional instructions.”“Keeping him home for a few days would eliminate one pattern they could follow.”“And make Max ask why he can't go to school, why Gaby's suddenly become a bodyguard, and why every adult in the house has started talking like we're planning a presidential evacuation.”“He's four.”“Exactly. Four, Rafael. He's not one of your executives you can move around on a meeting schedule with a single email.”Rafael pulled out a chair and sat across from me, looking far too relaxed for someone I'd just inf

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   the door was never yours to close

    A brief silence followed.I looked at Gamma, but he wasn't looking at me. His eyes stayed on Rafael, who stood with one hand in his pocket and an expression that had suddenly become harder to read.“I know,” Rafael said.Those two words only seemed to piss Gamma off more.I knew my brother. He wanted an argument, maybe some anger, something he could throw all the things he still hadn't gotten over right back at.“Do you?” Gamma asked. “Because the last time you thought your family knew what they were doing, Sasha ended up leaving the country alone.”Rafael gave him nothing.“Gamma.” I sighed.“I'm just saying.”“And I'm listening. Now stop before I start charging both of you for therapy.”Rafael glanced at me.The part I disliked most about Rafael's story wasn't the possibility that the Moretti family had once spied on him. Frankly, that sounded perfectly in character for people who considered private conversations a group activity.What bothered me was that Rafael knew what it felt l

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   all this money and not a little peace

    I stared at Rafael for a few seconds, waiting for him to add something that would make his answer sound a little more reasonable.He didn't.“You?” Gamma repeated from the far end of the table.Rafael looked at him. “Yeah.”“Your own family had you followed?”“Someone within the family office.”I let my arms fall to my sides. “And here I thought your family dinners were traumatic enough.”Rafael glanced at me, but his attention quickly returned to Max's photograph on the table. He touched the edge of the transparent sleeve with one finger, careful not to move it, then pulled his hand back.“A few years ago, when I started taking control of more decisions within the family office, some people thought things were moving too fast,” he said. “Certain investments, voting rights, and approval authority that had previously been handled collectively started shifting under my control. Not everyone was happy about it.”“Shocking,” I muttered.“An external risk assessment was approved through th

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   what a terrible time to be interesting

    Fifteen minutes later, I was standing in front of the monitor with Rowan when the conference room door opened and Nina appeared.“Mr. Moretti is here.”I looked up from the screen. “Send him in.”Nina hesitated for a split second, her eyes drifting toward Gamma, who was sitting at the far end of the table.I felt sorry for her. “It's fine, Nina,” I said. “I've already given everyone a briefing on the importance of using their words.”“Good,” she said, sounding like she believed absolutely none of that.She opened the door wider.And Rafael Moretti walked in.There was something genuinely offensive about the way that man looked.We were dealing with the possibility that someone had been following our son, and my ex-husband still somehow managed to walk into a room wearing a perfectly tailored dark charcoal suit, an open-collar white shirt, and black hair that looked like it had just been styled by someone who earned more than most people with PhDs.The bruise near his cheekbone hadn't

  • My Billionaire's Ex Husband's Secret Heir   i hope this ruins your morning too

    “Sasha?”I turned to Nina.“Counsel just confirmed. Security can document everything in its original condition, then move the items into evidence sleeves with a witness present. They're also going to request that a formal report be filed.”I nodded. “Do it.”Ten minutes later, we were gathered in the small conference room connected to reception.I usually used that room for meetings with suppliers who weren't quite important enough to make it into the main conference room. Today, it was packed with laptops, two security guards, Athena, Maya, Gamma, Rowan, and me.Not the most romantic meeting I'd ever hosted.But at least this time, nobody from the Moretti family was trying to take over the capital structure.One of the security guards had already photographed the envelope and the picture in their original condition before using gloves to place them into separate transparent sleeves. Nina gave her account of how she'd received and opened the delivery, including the fact that she'd tou

  • 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

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