All Chapters of The EX-Wife Returns : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Calla stepped out into the cool night air, the heavy door of the warehouse clicking shut behind her, locking Damien and his fate inside, Nelson and Never behind her. Jack, and Diego were waiting, their faces grim but satisfied. She walked up to them, her steps steady on the cracked pavement. “Good job tonight,” she said without smiling. “Thank you, ma’am,” Nelson said. His voice shook a little. “It was nothing,” Jack added. A faint, tired smile touched her lips. “I know. Get some rest. All of you.” She turned and walked towards the black car parked nearby, not waiting for Neva. She slid into the passenger seat, the leather cool against her skin. A moment later, Neva got into the driver’s seat, the engine purring to life. The silence inside the car was thick, broken only by the hum of the road beneath them. Then, Calla spoke, her voice clear in the quiet space. “I want to start a gang, run a cartel maybe." Neva let out a short, sharp laugh. “What a good joke,” she said, sh

The night was still. The only sound in Vanessa’s father’s mansion was the ticking of the large wall clock in the hallway and the occasional shuffle of the guards changing positions outside. The house always felt like a cage to her since the gunshot wound, but tonight it felt worse.She lay on her bed, tossing from one side to the other, unable to sleep. The walls were too white, too quiet, too guarded. She hated it.“Damn it, “This place is a cage,” she muttered, throwing her pillow aside. “A damn golden cage.”Her father had refused to let her return to her own house after the gunshot wound. He said it was for her safety, but to her it felt more like punishment. Guards were stationed at every corner, with one even standing right outside her bedroom door. The only time she had managed to step out that day was when she insisted on handling the wedding card design herself to Killian. Her father had suggested letting someone else take care of it, but she pushed until he agreed. Of course

He stood up, pulling off the rest of his clothes. She watched him hungrily, her eyes on his cock. She laid back on the bed, spreading her legs again. “Come here,” she said. He climbed onto the bed between her legs. She wrapped them around his waist, pulling him close, but he hesitated “Condom?” he asked, his voice low, a hint of hesitation in it. Vanessa’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “No… don’t worry about that. I’m on the pill.… don’t make me wait too long.. “You can’t moan too loud,” Rory warned. Her chest rose quickly, breath turning shallow as her fingers gripped his arm. “Yeah… I know,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need, her breathing already fast, as she guided his cock to her entrance. He thrust into her hard, and she arched her back, trying to suppress the cry that escaped her. He set a fast pace, pounding into her, her breath hitching with every thrust. “Touch me bring out my tits." she whispered, her hips moving to meet his thrusts. He pul

“Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I will talk to some people. Get ready, Calla. It’s not going to be easy. And then get ready to spend some cash.” Pierre shoved a pancake into his mouth and looked at her like a man with a plan Calla smiled, a proud, sharp little thing. She stirred her cup of juice. “Well my company is doing great....” She said it like it was a simple fact, like saying the sky is blue. Neva, sitting at the kitchen island, nodded She tapped the table with her fork.. Her eyes,, moved between them. “It will be great if we can get some info. On the suppliers, and most cartels around. To leverage. It will help.” Pierre was quiet for a moment, thinking. He bit his lip, a nervous habit. “I think I know someone who can do that.” Both women turned to look at him. Their faces showed the same sudden suspicion. “Who?” Calla and Neva said at the same time, their voices mixing into one question. “Kai,” Pierre said softly. The name hung in the air. “Kai?” Neva an

The blade was short and mean-looking, catching the fluorescent light of the mall. Calla gasped and stumbled back, her hands flying to her stomach. But Neva was faster. She didn’t let go of his arm. Instead, she used his own momentum, twisting his wrist hard and fast. The man cried out in surprise and pain. The knife clattered to the shiny floor, skittering under a shelf of canned goods. The man didn’t wait. He used the distraction to wrench his arm free. He shoved Neva hard, making her stagger back a step, and then he ran. He sprinted down the aisle, dodging an old woman and her cart. Before Calla could even say a word, Neva was moving. “Stay here!” she commanded, her voice sharp as a whip. Then she was gone, racing after the man with a speed that made Calla’s head spin. Calla stood frozen, her heart pounding in her ears. A mall attendant, a young man with a worried face, came rushing over. “Ma’am? What’s wrong? I saw a man running.” Calla’s mind was racing. Police. We nee