All Chapters of The EX-Wife Returns : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The morning sun was gentle. Calla sat at her desk in her real office. This was her legal company, the one she had built herself. Papers for shipping, for taxes, for workers. It was normal. It was safe. For a few hours, she was just a businesswoman. The phone rang. A client was unhappy about a late delivery. She spoke calmly, fixing the problem Last night felt like a strange dream. The dark warehouse. The men with their hard faces. Silas calling her "Jefa." Her heart had been pounding, but her voice was steady. She was the boss now. But this morning, she was also still Calla. She drank her tea and placed a hand on her growing stomach. She had to be strong for them. She had to be smart. The day passed slowly. She did her work. She signed papers. She talked to her employees. But in the back of her mind, she was thinking about the night. She was thinking about the men. She was thinking about power. When night fell, Neva drove her to a different part of the city. It was an old, quiet

The money was coming in faster than anyone had ever seen. Calla sat in her polished, newly completed office at the brewery, big windows framing the busy factory floor below where bottles moved like a golden river. Neva walked in, smile bright. “Another big order, Calla. From the north, five hundred cases of the Reposado Especial.”“Good,” Calla said without looking up from her papers. “Tell them they’ll have it. Next week.”“This is amazing,” Neva breathed, excitement in every syllable. “Everyone wants it. It’s the only thing people talk about on the street. They say it’s magic.”“That’s the problem,” a low voice said from the doorway. Silas stepped in, face serious like a dark cloud. “Jorge and Miguel are here. They want to talk. Now.”Calla finally looked up and saw them waiting outside, angry. “Let them in,” she said.They didn’t sit. Jorge spoke first, deliberately dropping the honorific. “Calla. Your idea, the special tequila, it’s a great success. It’s making more money than we

The grand ballroom was a swirling sea of black silk and hidden faces. Soft music floated in the air, mixing with the clinking of glasses and the low hum of a hundred conversations. Calla stood by a towering ice sculpture, feeling its cold breath on her skin. She gripped her sparkling water, her knuckles white. She was getting used to the atmosphere, it might be her first time but if she ass going to remain in this business, she had to get used to it and that was exactly she was trying to do without making a fool of herself. Neva leaned close, her voice a steady anchor in the storm. "Just breathe. You look perfect. No one knows it's you. Though I doubt they even know who you are without the mask except they watch the Damien Calloway's ex wife news." "Oh Neva nice joke but anyways everyone here is a wolf in a mask, they are so weird and the atmosphere screams dangerous." Calla whispered back, her eyes scanning the crowd. "I can feel their eyes on me, some are admiring my dress, some

The next morning, the black pearl sat on Calla’s desk like a single, watchful eye. Morning light entered through the blinds, washing the study in a pale gold that made the jewel gleam ominously. Calla, Neva, and Jones stood around the desk, each one silent, each one knowing what that pearl meant. “We’re not running,” Calla said finally. Her voice was calm but cut through the air like a blade. “We dig in. Jones.” The head of security straightened. “Ma’am.” “Triple the guards,” she ordered, her finger tapping beside the pearl. “Two-man patrols around the walls every hour. Not just the gates, everywhere. No one gets near this house without my say-so. Delivery boy, flower man, priest, I don’t care who it is. Everyone gets checked.” “Understood.” Jones nodded sharply. “You can leave,” Calla said. He bowed and disappeared through the door without another word. Silence lingered for a moment before Calla turned to Neva. Her gaze was still locked on the pearl. “I need you to do som

Silas stood in Calla's office. His face looked very serious. "Jefa, we have big trouble," he said. Calla put down the papers she was reading. "What kind of trouble again this time Silas, I gave you a part to manage but you're here guarding me and always announcing troubles to me. What is it this time." she asked. "I apologize Jefa, but I still have to protect you and right now the problem is the truck going north," Silas explained. "The one carrying our special bottles. Some men attacked it and I know it Killian's men, ever since he came to the club I knew he was up to something because they didn't steal anything. They poured gasoline everywhere and set it on fire. All our product is gone. Everything burned." Calla felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. That shipment wasn't just about money. "He's sending us a message," she said quietly. "He's telling us he knows about our business." "Yes," Silas agreed. "He's saying he's coming for you personally." Calla felt anger g