All Chapters of Ruthless Husband your Wife and Son are Mine : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The Eiffel Tower glowed against the Paris night, its golden lights casting a romantic sheen across the city. Just a few blocks away, the entrance of Fashion Week’s most anticipated show was alive with glitz and glamour. Paparazzi flashes sparked in every direction, bouncing off sleek limousines and shimmering gowns. A stylish female host stood outside the venue, smiling brightly as she adjusted her earpiece. Her co-host stood beside her, looking sharpy in a tailored suit. “You look absolutely stunning tonight,” she said with a playful grin, tilting her head toward him. “Thank you,” he replied with a modest laugh. “You’re making me look underdressed.” The pair exchanged a knowing glance, their chemistry as polished as their wardrobe. “So, what do you think about this year’s lineup?” the woman asked, her tone excited. “There’s such a buzz around the new faces and the comeback brands too.” Her co-host nodded, eyes scanning the red carpet. “Paris never disappoints. But this

Diego’s eyes flicked back to the receptionist but his mind wasn’t there. He stared blankly, barely hearing her words. Just then, the Chinese man who had taken the picture with Thersa returned, grinning from ear to ear. “What a woman,” he said cheerfully. “She was so kind. My wife will be thrilled.” He chuckled and glanced at Diego, clearly expecting him to share the excitement. But Diego said nothing. His eyes darkened, jaw tightening as he forced a nod, his fingers twitching at his side. “She’s even more graceful in person,” the man continued. “No wonder the whole world respects her.” Diego let out a low breath, his voice tight. “She’s good at pretending.” The man looked confused by his tone, then politely moved away to join the others. Diego turned to the receptionist, his patience worn thin. “Show us to the lounge,” he muttered. .... As they discussed business over drinks, Diego sat quietly, his eyes distant. The Chinese men continued to talk, unaware he was barely list

Celeste stood by the window, restless and wide awake, her arms folded tightly as she stared into the dark. The clock ticked past midnight, but sleep was the last thing on her mind. She had just ended a tense phone call when the security lights outside flickered on. Her eyes widened as the main gate slowly slid open, and the familiar headlights of Rafael’s car crept into the driveway. “There he is…” she whispered breathlessly, her lips curling into a smile. “Finally.” Without wasting a second, she turned from the window and rushed toward the washroom. She quickly touched up her face, fluffed her hair, and changed into something more flattering but just enough to look effortlessly perfect. She sprayed a hint of perfume on her neck and whispered to her reflection, “Everything is going to change tonight.” ..... Thersa and Rafael hurried inside, laughing softly as the closed the door behind then.. Still holding hands, they walked to the bedroom smiling and just happy. "I mis

"Get out of here before I feed you to my grandma’s ungrateful crocodiles!” A little sharp voice echoed through the marble hallway. The startled maid nearly dropped the tray in her hands and scrambled away in panic, not even waiting to hear more. Little DJ stood at the top of the curved staircase, his arms crossed as he looked down with a fierce expression that didn’t match his age but definitely matched his bloodline. His small Italian leather shoes tapped lightly as he descended, step by step, like a boss inspecting his estate. "How many times do I have to say it?" he muttered, more to himself now. "This is my Nonna's house. If I don't approve, you don't stay." One of the butlers tried to hold in a chuckle as he passed. No one in the villa dared argue with the boy not after last week when he locked someone in the wine cellar for ‘touching his snacks without asking.’ At the end of the hall, DJ stopped and looked around proudly, like he’d just saved the house from an invasion. A

"Touchdown." "Is this the land of my birth?" little DJ asked softly the moment he stepped off the plane, his small feet meeting the solid ground. "Yes, my son," Diego replied, taking in a deep breath of the familiar air. "This is where you were born." Behind them, Camilla emerged from the plane. "It feels good to be back after all these years," she said, as she looked around. "Let’s get going," Diego muttered firmly. The guards who had been waiting near the runway quickly moved into position. Diego walked ahead, with his mother and son following close behind...... ............... Ma’am, should I pack your things in your room?" the maid asked as Celeste walked into the house. "Where else are you going to pack it if not in my room?" Celeste snapped, shooting her a cold side glance. "I... I’ll pack them in your room then," the maid stammered, stepping aside as Celeste limped past her. "Ma’am, should I call the doctor?" the maid asked gently. "Your foot looks like it’s swelling."