Semua Bab My Billionaire Ex Begs: Return with Our Triplets: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Christine's P.O.V.“Do you mind? I’m more worried about my children than about your love life,” I snapped, yanking my arm free. “Whatever you do or don’t do is none of my business as long as it doesn’t involve my kids. But now I see where your real priorities lie. And, as always, we’re not one of them.”Was I harsh? Maybe a little. Maybe a lot. I saw it in the flash of pain behind his eyes, but I didn’t apologize. If he never did in five years, why should I?I pounded on the school gate until my hand throbbed. I didn’t care. My anxiety was hanging by a thread, and my sanity wasn’t far behind.The janitor opened the door, blinking at us in confusion. Before he could even speak, I shoved a foot forward.“I’m here for my children!” I barked, answering the question he hadn’t asked.“Your children?” he echoed, glancing behind him. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but… all the kids have already been picked up.”“Excuse me?” My rage drained in an instant, and my heart dropped straight through the fl

Martin's P.O.V."Who are you?!" Yvette screamed, slamming her heel against the pavement as we scrambled to our feet. Then, her eyes narrowed as recognition hit. "You're the kids of that whore.""We are not the children of a whore!" Bruce shouted, red-faced and furious."Your mother is the most disgusting, pathetic woman I've ever laid eyes on," Yvette growled through clenched teeth."My mom is a supermodel!" Leonard shot back, scowling as he squared his shoulders in front of her. I admired him so much. He had the courage I didn’t."Your mom is a cheap tramp who used to shake her ass in some sleazy nightclub," Yvette spat, her voice dripping with venom."I don’t care! I don’t even know what that means!" Leonard snapped, shrugging and brushing off her insult like it didn’t matter. Bruce, meanwhile, had his hands on his hips as he started moving his body."What are you doing?" Gerard asked, blinking at him."I'm shaking my butt," Bruce said, swinging his hips back and forth."Mm…

Christine's P.O.V.“It was foolish of me to believe you'd ever put them first,” I said coldly, trying to contain the bitterness rising in my chest.“What? What are you talking about?” Elliot looked genuinely confused, maybe even hurt.“I don’t know what you were trying to prove or what game you were playing, but you failed. Because of your carelessness, that lunatic got close enough to hurt them. I won’t risk my children just because you want to be near us. They will always come first—before you, before me, before anything.“So… say your goodbyes. You’re fired. I’m hiring a real nanny—someone responsible, someone who doesn’t get distracted by random women and forget to pick up my children.”“Christine, you can’t do this to me,” he said through clenched teeth, keeping that calm, icy tone that could freeze the air around us. “The contract—”“I don’t give a damn about the contract!” I snapped. That was when the fear finally crashed over me like a wave. I’d been holding it in, trying

Christine's P.O.V.I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, scooting away from Henry as I picked up the portfolio resting on the table. It was one of those glossy model catalogs, filled with pristine photos and flattering angles. As I flipped through the pages, he leaned in again, and I was this close to smacking him in the face with the folder. Not the best move, I reminded myself. That could seriously backfire.Yes, I knew there were dozens of modeling agencies out there. He wasn’t the only option. But if I pissed off this “refined gentleman”, what would happen then? He’d probably run his mouth and blacklist me in the industry faster than I could blink. He had that Darius kind of power, only worse. Was I really in a position to risk that?“You don’t need to worry about anything,” he murmured, brushing the back of his hand over my shoulder. His gaze was laced with something lecherous. 'Please, sir, the only thing rising at your age should be your blood pressure,' I thought, forcing

Elliot's P.O.V.Lucas stared around in horror, his jaw nearly hitting the floor as he watched the kids tear through the apartment like wild animals. Martin was the only one sitting calmly on the couch, quietly observing the chaos while the triplets waged what looked like an all-out war zone.“Four? Seriously?” he asked, backing up like he’d just spotted a pack of wolves. But it was already too late for regrets.I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him closer.“They don’t know they’re biologically mine. Watch your mouth, or I’ll cut out your tongue,” I said under my breath, giving him the sharpest glare I could muster.“God, you’re all threats. Is that how you won over their mom? With intimidation?” he scoffed, smirking like the idiot he was. “No wonder you’re such a ladies' man. Makes total sense now.”His sarcasm was insufferable. That smug grin made me want to knock the teeth right out of his mouth.“I don’t have time to argue with you,” I muttered, already halfway to the do