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CHAPTER 86
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The soft hum of the office AC greeted Ximena as she walked briskly into her corner suite, heels clicking over the polished floor. Rafael was right behind her, flipping through a folder thick with paper and mockups.“Okay, bridal capsule progress,” he said, barely keeping up. “We’ve got the boutique edits finalised, Lagos production just cleared customs, and the Paris samples are on the way for Thursday’s press review.”Ximena tossed her purse onto the sleek cream couch and pulled her jacket off, revealing a sleeveless silk blouse underneath. She moved with purpose—sharp, poised, too focused to bother with the constant noise outside her office walls.Rafael grinned as he set the folder on her desk. “Also, for the record… the internet thinks you’ve either gotten back with your ex or secretly have a billionaire admirer who sends candlelit rooftops and custom pizzas.”Ximena raised a brow without looking at him. “The internet should spend more time reading quarterly reports.”He laughed,
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Ximena arrived at Antonio Enterprises before the sun had fully warmed the city. The fashion wing was still quiet—its halls filled only with the soft hum of cleaning machines and the occasional shuffle of early assistants preparing their spaces. She stepped out of the elevator in a crisp white jumpsuit that clung perfectly to her form, her heels clicking steadily down the hallway. Her expression was unreadable, composed, collected—exactly what her enemies wouldn’t expect after a night like last night.As the elevator behind her slid closed, Rafael popped out of the adjacent corridor with a steaming paper cup in hand. His eyes widened when he saw her.“Well, well, if it isn’t the internet’s newest obsession,” he teased, stepping beside her. “Should I start bowing when I enter a room now, or…?”Ximena barely cracked a smile. “You’ve always been dramatic. This isn’t new.”“Come on,” Rafael nudged. “That rooftop picture? The wine, the candlelight—boss, was giving major *ex-lovers in deni
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The marble floor echoed under Tania’s heels as she stepped into the Ricardo mansion, her expensive perfume lingering like a presence of its own. Everything about her appearance was carefully curated—her sleek white dress hugged her frame in all the right places, her makeup flawless, her hair pulled back into a soft, elegant twist. But beneath all that control, a storm was brewing.She had barely slept after seeing the viral image—Miguel and Ximena on a rooftop, candlelight glinting between two wine glasses, their silhouettes unmistakable. It had taken every ounce of self-control not to scream into her pillow.Now, standing inside the home she had always imagined as her future, Tania knew she had to act. Desperation had given her a strategy.“Ma’am is in the lounge,” one of the maids said, stepping aside.Tania offered a quick smile and moved through the hallway. The scent of chamomile tea and roses lingered in the air.Mrs. Ricardo sat gracefully on the velvet couch, a porcelain teac
WANTING MY BILLIONAIRE EX-WIFE CHAPTER 86
Ximena stepped into the lobby of Antonio Enterprises, sunglasses shielding her tired eyes. Her head throbbed—not from lack of sleep, but from the kiss that had lived rent-free in her mind all night. She could still feel Miguel’s breath against her skin. Could still hear the way he whispered her name, not with the arrogance he used to wield like a sword, but with longing. With ache.She exhaled sharply and smiled as Rafael approached, holding a takeaway coffee in each hand.“Good morning, boss lady,” he greeted, handing her a cup. “You look… well, emotionally hungover.”Ximena arched a brow. “That obvious?”“You’re glowing, but your eyes say you’ve fought a thousand wars.” He leaned in. “Date went late?”She scoffed. “No comment.”They rode the elevator up together, Rafael humming a teasing tune under his breath. The moment they stepped into her office, she shook off the haze and got to business.“Do we have Lucas locked in for the bridal capsule meeting?”“Yep. He’s already in the co
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The morning sun spilt gently through the curtains of Ximena’s apartment. She stood by the kitchen island, sipping her coffee while Miguel cleaned the last of the breakfast dishes. The silence between them wasn’t tense—it was comfortable. New. Almost unfamiliar.Miguel dried his hands. “Are you sure you don’t want me to have Rafael reschedule some of your appointments? After last night…”Ximena cut him off with a small smile. “I’m fine, Miguel. Let’s not make a scene out of it.”He nodded, though clearly not convinced. “Alright. But I’m taking you to the office. No arguments.”Moments later, they were in his car. The ride to Antonio Enterprises was quiet, filled with occasional glances and the low hum of jazz from the radio. When they pulled up to the front entrance, Miguel stepped out and walked around to open her door.“You don’t have to play chauffeur,” Ximena teased as she stepped out.“I’m not playing,” Miguel replied. “I just… don’t trust that those thugs have backed off.”Ximena
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The apartment was quiet.Ximena sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers idly running through her freshly washed hair. She’d barely spoken after Miguel dropped her off. Her brain had been too clouded by everything that had happened.She could still see the flash of steel in the thug’s hand.Still hear the crunch of Miguel’s fists against their jaws.She’d never seen him like that. Unapologetic. Fierce. Protective.He didn’t even hesitate.Her lips twitched at the memory as she pulled the throw blanket over her lap and leaned back against the headboard. “Of all the nights to follow me,” she murmured to h picked the right one.”She shouldn’t smile. She really shouldn’t.But her body had already betrayed her.A small, involuntary curve spread across her mouth, and she sighed.“Damn him.”He saved her.He still *looked* at her like she was something he’d lost and was terrified to lose again. She shook the thought away and got off the bed.There was still work to do.She freshened up—slippi
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