บททั้งหมดของ The EX-Wife Returns : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The cab slowed to a stop. “Here we are, miss, We've gotten to your destination” the driver said. "Oh Alright, I can see so." Calla adjusted her black mask and pulled her cap lower before handing him the fare. She stepped out, her heels clicking softly on the pavement. The café looked too quiet, the kind of silence that made her gut twist. She stood for a moment, scanning the tinted windows. This is risky… but risks are what I live for. I have learnt the hard way, 5 years ago. Calla said to herself. She pushed the door open. The bell at the entrance rang, but no one appeared behind the counter. No waiter, no customer, nothing. The air felt heavy, too heavy. “Suspicious,” she muttered under her breath. Then she saw him. A man sitting at the far end. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, dark eyes. The resemblance was there, but not enough to scream Killian. Still, her heart skipped. She walked closer, tugged her mask off but left her cap in place. “Vincenzo?” The man’s lips curved sl

Meanwhile a maid balanced the tray of food in her hands as she walked down the long corridor. Her steps were soft, her head bent low, as if afraid someone might call her out for being too slow. She finally reached the door and knocked gently.The door cracked open, and Calla’s face appeared. Her eyes looked tired, her lips tight.“I don’t want it,” Calla said quickly.“But… Miss—” the maid began.“I said I don’t want it.” Calla’s voice was sharp, almost breaking. She shut the door before the maid could say another word.The maid stared at the closed door, her lips twitching with a small, secret smile. She turned, walked calmly toward the servants’ quarters, and slipped into the small toilet in the corner. Locking the door, she pulled out her phone with trembling fingers.Her heart raced as she typed fast.Text to Master Vincenzo: Killian and Calla had a big fight. he left home in a bad mood and she refused her food.She hit send, then leaned back against the wooden door, her face glow

God Killian,” she moaned into his neck. “You make me so wet.” She lifted herself off his face, letting out a satisfied sigh. “Wow… that was incredible. You’re so damn hot, Killian, now it's time to ride that cock of yours” she said, smiling at him. “And the night’s not over yet.” She pushed him onto his back, straddling him. She spread her legs wide, her pussy hovering over his cock. “You’re gonna be inside me soon, Killian,” she whispered, her fingers stroking her clit. “You’re gonna fuck me so hard.” She reached down, taking his shaft in her hand. She rubbed the tip against her slit, teasing herself with the contact. “Fuck yes…” she moaned, closing her eyes. “You feel so good.” She lowered herself slowly, letting him fill her inch by inch. She gasped, her hands braced on his chest. “God, you’re so big,” she cried out. “You fill me up so perfectly.” She began to move, lifting herself up and then slamming back down. She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing with each t

The heavy door shut with a loud thud, and the silence after it felt louder than a gunshot. Kllan stood frozen, his heart hurting deep in his chest. He still saw Calla’s face in his mind, the pain in her eyes as she walked away. He didn’t know if he had done the right thing, but he knew inside that it had to be done. A sharp groan cut the quiet. “Are you going to keep staring at that door, or are you going to help me? Come on, Killian, I’m bleeding here!” He turned slowly. Vanessa sat against the wall, her face very pale. A dark wet spot spread down her expensive trousers. “I should be putting a bullet in your head right now,” Killian said, his voice flat. “Well, your bitch already put one in my leg,” Vanessa spat, though her words sounded weaker. “Then I’ll just watch you die,” he said, not moving. “You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered, but fear showed in her eyes. “Take your phone. Call your dad,” Killian ordered, stepping closer and looking down at her. “If you don’t, I’l

“Boss…” Mateo began, his voice quiet but firm. “I know! I know, okay?” Killian snapped, running his uninjured hand through his hair. “Just… I need Calla to be safe. That is all that matters now. This… this farce is the only shield I have left to give her.” Mateo took a step closer. “I think you keep underestimating Calla. She is stronger than you think. She has a fire in her. She is not a fragile thing to be locked away. she has survived.” Killian’s shoulders sagged, the anger draining out to be replaced by a profound exhaustion. “That was what we said when Helen was alive,” he whispered, the name of his dead ex hanging between them like a ghost. “We said she was strong. We said she could handle it. And look what happened to her. I dragged Calla into this life, and I will get her out before it is too late.” He finally looked at Mateo, his eyes filled with a grim, unshakeable determination. “I have to let her go. Marriage for people like us… it isn’t about love. It’s about allianc