All Chapters of OUR MUMMY'S EX-HUSBAND WANTS TO CLAIM US NOW: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

OSCAR GRAYI returned home elated. Tilda was finally getting the happiness she deserved and soon she will be able to recover everything that was wrongly stolen from her.However, the main reason for my happiness was the fact that she had agreed to be my girlfriend. It may not be marriage as I wanted but it was a step in the right direction. Soon, she will come to realize just how much she loves me and marry me.“Hey, darling,” Alicia greeted me by the door.Draped a thin see-through nighties, and swaying her hips seductively a sultry smile playing on her lips.“You are back quite early today. Guess what? I made your favorite French crepes pancake.”“I am not hungry,” I replied.“Really,” she frowned. “I spent the whole day in the kitchen making those, Oscar.”“You don’t have to do anything for me, Alicia.” I reminded her.I continued to the room while she followed behind me expressing her displeasure.“I wanted it to be just like old times, honey. I already set up the roof top. We wil

OSCAR GRAY“Oh, Oscar, I knew I’d find you here,” Alicia exclaimed. “You’re such a gentleman. The only place you’d be apart from home is the office.”“I’ll be on my way now, sir,” Steven said.“Already, Steven? Why so soon? I actually brought breakfast,” Alicia tried to stop him.“Take care, Alicia,” he replied politely and walked away.“And what do you want here?” I asked coldly.“Oh, darling, just one night away and look at you,” she said with feigned pity. “I brought food. I know you haven’t had anything since last night.”“I’m about to leave. You can find your way out when you’re done,” I told her.She smiled. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Oscar. I know what it’s like at this point. Anyway, I’ve spoken with Daddy, and he’s agreed to give you a handout.”“I don’t need a handout from anyone, Alicia. Don’t you get it?” I retorted.She smoothed my shirt playfully. “Dad agreed to give you a hundred million dollars—on your terms. You’re bidding for the Houston International Trade Cent

OSCAR GRAYI wanted to stop Tilda, to ask if she still intended to stay with me—now that she knew about my illness.But she never said a word. She stood, quietly, and before I could gather the courage to speak, she had left the room. Just like that.I wasn’t sure what had hit her harder—the truth about my health or the realization that I had lied to her for so long.“Tilda,” I murmured, helplessly.But I couldn’t afford to drown in guilt right now. A more pressing threat loomed.Alicia was still around. If Tilda stumbled upon her, that discovery would be far more devastating than the one she had just made. She might never believe there was nothing between Alicia and me—that nothing would ever happen.Driven by panic, I rose from the bed and stormed out of the room. I had to find Alicia and send her away myself this time. No more avoiding her, no more giving her room to manipulate the situation.No more tolerance.I flung open the guest room door and barged in, but found it empty. Not

TILDAWhen evening came, I left Miranda to finish up. Oscar had promised a surprise today, and I was finally going to find out what it was. It was a day filled with surprises, and I hoped not to be consumed in it.“How do you like your place, sweetheart?” he asked over dinner at his house, watching me with soft eyes as he took a sip of wine.“Oh, the house is lovely, Oscar. I love it so much,” I said, smiling as I set down my fork.“If it’s not exactly what you imagined, just say it. I’ll have it changed immediately,” he said, waving a servant over for more water.I laughed. “Be serious now, will you? The house is perfect for me. More than enough.”He gave a little nod, but his lips curved slightly, as if amused by my modesty.“So, what’s the surprise?” I asked, leaning forward.“You’ll see. I’m taking you there,” he said with a wink.After the meal, we climbed into his car. The city lights blurred past the window while silence settled between us. My mind wandered, trying to guess whe

JAMES“Is this Diamond’s house, Daddy? It looks so beautiful!” Shantel gasped, pressing her face to the window as the car slowed to a stop.I smiled, glancing at the impressive structure that rose before us—arched windows, tall ivory pillars, and a wrought iron gate that gleamed in the fading light. The garden was trimmed to perfection, hedges cut like they’d been measured with a ruler. Indeed, Parkview Housing is a place to be.“Seems we’re finally here,” I murmured, more to myself than to her, still caught in the quiet awe of the place.I stepped out, the gravel crunching beneath my shoes, and circled to her side to open the door. A soft breeze carried the scent of fresh flowers, and the whole street had a stillness to it—an elegant, expensive kind of peace.“This is a cool neighborhood,” I said under my breath, casting a glance down the road. Each house looked like it belonged in a magazine—neat driveways, flowering trees, polished cars parked with intention.Shantel climbed out, h