บททั้งหมดของ EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

GIOVANNI’S POVI woke up, not because I wanted to, but because I sensed a presence in my room. Before opening my eyes, I narrowed down who it could be. It couldn’t be someone malicious, as the security in the villa was tighter than that of the American White House.Darren had thrown himself into work since the week before, and I only saw him whenever I took it upon myself to deliver him coffee. Ever since we had discovered Ethan was the mole, he and Bianca had doubled down on their work to produce both the real and the fake designs for the lines they’d be releasing very soon, so it couldn’t be him. Besides, there was no time Darren had ever actually stayed the night in my bed.It couldn’t be Alessandro; I knew my brother’s presence and aura like the back of my hand. In fact, I knew both of my brothers’ auras really well, which narrowed the suspect down perfectly in my head.I pretended to stay asleep, letting the person creep closer. The moment he was within reaching distance, I pounc

ALESSANDRO’S POV“That is the only daughter of our close family friends! How dare you address her like that?” His voice rumbled like distant thunder, the disappointment on his face more apparent now. What did he expect? This was real life, not a cringy romance novel. I wasn’t going to fall in love with a fucking staff member, even if I didn’t have Bianca.“Family friends? I’m the head of my family. I’m not friends with any Dobres,” I cocked my head, daring him to refute. He sighed and shook his head. This was possibly the reason I respected him so much. Anger was always so far from him; it was like he held a tight rein on all his emotions, only showing his cards when he felt the time was right.“No matter. I heard the woman you’re after is a nameless single mother embroiled in a scandal with Matteo Ricci, the child’s father. I had expected that you had better judgment than that,” he said. There was so much to unpack in those statements, and I was certain I would end up in a fistfight

ALESSANDRO’S POVBy the time the day finally dragged itself toward evening, the heat from my argument with Ricardo still clung to me. I had left him behind at the villa, his words echoing in the back of my mind like a bad taste I couldn’t wash out.The drive back into the city had been long as I realized that Bianca was now exceptionally busy with her company, so I had made several stops instead, buying things for everyone I could immediately think of. Leo had left Italy three days ago with Charlie in tow, and I couldn’t bother them on what seemed to be their…dating honeymoon.Anyway, as it got closer to the time Bianca would be home, I began to drive to her house, the sun dipping lower with each passing minute, casting a warm orange glow across the horizon. As the evening settled in, the streets grew quieter, and with them, my thoughts began to settle too. The sharp tension and dull droning sensation in my head from talking to my brother and the mindless shopping cleared up, and reli

BIANCA’S POV“Excuse me, miss? You walked into me,” Ethan said, his voice deceptively gentle. I could see the annoyance in the way he pressed his lips together and tapped his fingers rapidly against his now-folded arms.“And you couldn’t avoid it?” I raised an eyebrow. My actions seemed counterproductive, but this was the best chance I had for implementing Darren’s plans. I could see Ethan formulating a response in his mind; perhaps his hatred for me had grown again.“We—”“Don’t get mad at me,” I interrupted, sighing softly. I made sure to round my shoulders and rub my eyebrows, looking like someone the whole world was against. “I’ve just been so stressed lately; it wasn’t your fault.” I huffed out a laugh and rubbed my neck.Ethan’s face went blank. I hated when he did that; I could never tell what he was thinking that way. I was someone who relied strongly on facial cues to read the mood, so Ethan’s blank face made me want to punch it.“I accept your apology,” he nodded tightly and

BIANCA'S POVEthan didn’t report the altered designs to me before the day ended, or perhaps he did and I wasn’t available to receive them. I was too busy using an entire bottle of hand sanitizer and rushing home to take a scalding hot shower to get rid of the feeling.I didn’t even want to think about it at all. It was dinner night with Alessandro, Giovanni, Darren, Luca, and Lazarro. Lazarro and I had been introduced not too long ago, and being around him made me feel like Luca had aged up five years in a second. I involuntarily fell into the motherly big sister vibe.It had all the potential to be an enjoyable evening. The restaurant we’d chosen was small and intimate, with warm lighting that made everything seem just a little more pleasant.Alessandro sat across from me, squinting at me with a look in his eyes—because my errant leg was trailing up his feet under the table. Giovanni was entertaining Luca with terrible dad jokes, and Lazarro and Luca—who had caught on like a house on