All Chapters of The EX-Wife Returns : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A tall woman in a fire-red dress strutted in, her heels echoing against the floor. "Where is he?" she demanded. Her eyes landed on Calla, who stood casually near the island. Vanessa sneered. "Who is this?" Calla smiled slowly. "Hi. And you are?" Vanessa snorted. "I’m Vanessa. Killian’s girlfriend. And you? What maid gave herself permission to sit in my man’s house like she owns it?" Calla blinked. "You think I’m the maid? That’s cute." Vanessa stepped closer. "You don’t belong here. And when he sees you for what you are, he’ll throw you out like the rest." "Then I guess you’re speaking from experience," Calla said, calm and cold. Vanessa's face twisted. Without warning, she slapped Calla hard. Gasps filled the room. Calla didn’t hesitate. She slapped Vanessa right back, her palm ringing loud across the hallway. The maids all froze in shock, finding hard to believe that Calla actually slapped Vanessa back. they all agreed that Vanessa deserved that slap. "Y

“Get out! I’m not dressed!” She took a step back, but he was already closing the distance between them. “Oh, I don’t mind,” he purred, his voice dropping to a low, flirty tone. He reached out a hand, as if to touch her arm.That was it. Calla’s patience, already thin from the lack of sleep and the general absurdity of her situation, snapped. Without a second thought, she lifted her leg and aimed a swift, hard kick at his shin. Killian yelped, hopping back, clutching his leg. “Jesus, Calla! What was that for?!” He grimaced, rubbing the spot. “I was only here to drop this off.”He held up a thick, embossed card. Calla glared at him, then at the card. It was an invitation, intricately designed with silver ink.“What is it?” she asked, still wary. “An invitation,” he said, straightening up, the smirk returning despite his pained leg. “Get dressed. We’re going shopping.”Calla frowned. “For what?” “There’s a social event that comes up every year,” Killian explained, his eyes t

Killian leaned closer. “You sure can’t get revenge quietly, dressed like that.” Her eyes narrowed. “Keep talking, and this coffee is going in your lap.” He laughed. “Fine. No more flirting until breakfast.” “I’m not having breakfast with you.” “Too late. It’s already being served downstairs.” Calla stood, pulled her robe tighter. “I’ll be down in twenty. Don’t barge in again.” He raised his hands. “No promises.” Downstairs, Killian was already seated, scrolling through emails and sipping black coffee like nothing happened. Calla walked in wearing a simple fitted dress. No makeup. Hair in a low bun. Yet somehow, she still looked like someone who owned the room. Killian glanced up, eyes trailing slowly. “You clean up nice. Again.” “Do you ever shut up?” “Not when you look like that.” She ignored him and took a seat. The butler served eggs, bacon, and toast. As they ate, Killian said, “You actually did handled Vanessa well last night.” “I wasn’t trying to

She groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He shrugged. “I don’t do rentals.” “Oh You actually own this place?” “Yes, The building. The chef. The parking space.” “You really are insane.” He simply smirked again, opened the door, and whispered, “Welcome to my world, Miss Not-So-Mystery.” The waiter poured champagne. “To mystery,” Killian said. “To mayhem. And to you—still pretending you hate this.” “I do hate it.” “You’re glowing in it.” She didn’t toast, but she didn’t stop smiling either. From a corner, Mateo snapped a few photos, perfect angles, perfect lighting. Calla’s face never showed. But the romance? It looked real. Later, as the night wore on and dessert was served, Calla leaned in. “So this whole setup… the dress, the dinner, the cameras… You planned it all?” Killian sipped his wine. “Of course.” “And my face?” “Still blurred. Not yet. Let the world keep guessing.” She tilted her head. “And when will they know?” “When it’s time,” he said.

“Damien Calloway Announces Upcoming Engagement to Selene Monroe”Her mouth twitched into a dry, unimpressed smile. “Cute.”“He’s making a move,” Killian said, eyes hard. “So we make ours.”Calla tossed the paper back on the desk. “He can marry her. Throw her a castle wedding. I don’t care.”Killian stepped closer. “Oh, but you should. The game has officially started, Calla. And this isn’t checkers, it’s chess. I need you to trust me.”“Like I have a choice?” she scoffed.“I believe they’ve given up looking for you. That engagement is them saying ‘We’ve moved on.’ Let them have their little party. Let them celebrate.”“And then what?” she asked, arms folded.Killian’s lips curled. “Then we strike, but for now... I want you to learn.”Calla blinked. “Learn?”“My company. You’ll have a role to play, as my escort. You need to know the face of the business before we start shaking more tables.” Killian said, leaving out the dangerous empire part of his business.She gave a dry laugh. “Let m