Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

The explosion was deafening. A wave of heat and force slammed into Ethan, knocking him off balance as shards of debris flew through the air. The ground beneath him trembled. Smoke curled into the night sky, filling his lungs with the acrid scent of burning metal and dust.Ethan coughed, trying to steady himself as his vision swam. He turned his head and saw Anderson slumped beside him, barely conscious, his breathing shallow.A few feet away, the man in the tailored suit—his enemy, his nightmare—stumbled back from the force of the blast. But even through the chaos, he recovered quickly, brushing the dust off his expensive jacket. A smirk tugged at his lips, as if none of this fazed him.Lucian, always the fastest to react, grabbed Ethan’s arm. His grip was firm, urgent. “Move!”Ethan didn’t waste time. He wrapped an arm around Anderson and hoisted him up, supporting most of his weight. Anderson groaned in pain, but he didn’t resist.Flames crackled from the black SUVs parked nearby. T

The evening air carried the soft scent of roses and freshly cut grass as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the garden. Strings of twinkling lights hung above, flickering gently in the breeze. It was simple, intimate—exactly what they needed.Ethan adjusted the cuff of his suit, taking a deep breath. He never thought he’d be standing here again, vowing himself to Hannah, not because they had to, but because they chose to.Lucian clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Nervous?”Ethan scoffed. “Since when do I get nervous?”Lucian smirked. “You’re literally sweating.”Ethan wiped his palms against his pants, rolling his eyes. “It’s just hot out.”Lucian chuckled. “Sure it is.”But the truth was, Ethan was nervous—not because he doubted what he was about to do, but because of how much it meant.He glanced around. The guest list was small, just their closest friends and family. Noah stood in the corner, ever the watchful guardian. Lily adjusted Hannah’s bouquet, whisper

The gates slowly opened, revealing their new home. It was wide, grand, and glowing in the soft afternoon sun, almost like a picturesque scene from a fairytale romance movie. The long driveway curved like a red carpet toward the mansion that looked like it had been pulled out of a dream. White walls, floor-to-ceiling windows, a wraparound porch and a warm ambiance that already made it feel like home. The house wasn’t just luxurious, it was everything that a new family needed. Hannah stepped out of the SUV first, holding her youngest children in her arms. The third was still fast asleep in the back seat. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun, and her clothes were wrinkled from the long drive. But there was a light in her eyes. Tired, but proud.Ethan followed, pausing for a second to take it all in. This was his idea, the home, the space, the future, yet looking at it now, it still didn’t feel so real. He had spent millions on the design. Every room was built around the idea of raising

The sun was shining early that morning and the park was alive with the sound of children’s laughter and the scent of fresh-cut grass. Ethan held the picnic basket in one hand, his other arm wrapped around Hannah’s waist as they strolled toward the spot his parents had picked—a quiet area under a massive oak tree in the family compound. Hannah glanced at a distance and saw the kids playing with other children. Today was not so bad, they only had to worry about Julian and Bella.“This is nice,” she said, leaning into him. “Feels… normal.”Ethan smiled, leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “It is. Just us and the kids. No boardrooms. No spreadsheets.”As they approached his parents, Margaret waved them over, feigning surprise. “There you are! I was starting to think you got lost.”“We had a minor situation in the parking lot,” Ethan replied, setting the basket down. He reached to greet his mother as his father, Richard, stepped in front of them.“Look at you,” Richard said, his ey

Hannah was already halfway through typing a scene when the baby monitor crackled and instantly she paused. Her fingers hovered over the keys and her heart dropped as Bella’s thin, rasping cry echoed through the small speaker.Not the usual hungry whimper. This was different. She could tell the moment she heard it. She pushed her laptop aside, nearly knocking over her coffee, and rushed down the hallway.Ethan was in the kitchen pouring himself a late-night espresso, when he heard it too. His head snapped up, a familiar panic flashing in his eyes. He set the cup down, barely noticing it sloshing over the rim, and followed her.Bella was curled up in her crib, her tiny face flushed, and her breathing came in short, uneven gasps.“Oh God,” Hannah whispered, reaching down to scoop her up. She cradled Bella against her chest, the baby’s forehead burning against her skin. “She’s burning up, Ethan.”Ethan moved closer, placed his large hand against Bella’s back, feeling the heat radiating th