Lahat ng Kabanata ng From Ex to In-law: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Mrs. Riley's POV"I can't believe you sat down quietly and watched as your father humiliated me and your son."We had come back from the board meeting, and I was very pissed off about how it went; Gramps had named Raphael as his successor. I can't have that, not when I am alive."Raphael is also our son, Riley!""No son of mine would treat me like that, no son of mine would go against my rules, and no son of mine would humiliate me in that way.""What would you have suggested that I do, Riley?" he said, raising his hands in the air infrustration. "Would you have preferred I added more injuries to the ones that have been inflicted already?""At least you would have been doing something," Marcel interrupted."Don't you dare talk to me in that manner, Marcel. I am your father, and I deserve respect from" you.Marcel burst out laughing. "If you were my father, you would have stood up for me and Mom when—""That's enough, Marcel, go upstairs now!" I ordered. "But Mom...""Ah ah, no buts,

Mr. Lorenzo Junior's POV"Yes, I know I am a fool, and that is why this fool would not listen to you. I will end up marrying the love of my life, and there's nothing you or anyone would do about this," I said firmly."And you wonder why I always compare you to Bradford, you disappointing ingrate."Bradford is the name of the guy he had brought into the company. I never really understood why he had to bring in a stranger, and not just that—he brought him in and didn't place him as asecretary or anything else, but he gave him the position of his right-hand man. That means he gave him the position of his personal assistant.I was suspicious about it, but I waved the thoughts out of my head with the notion that anything that would improve the company, I allowed. But there I was, standing in front of my father, and he was using Bradford as an example for me.Something felt off about the whole thing, but I couldn't place my hands on it. "Bradford this, Bradford that, Bradford! Bradford!

Mr Lorenzo Junior's POVI closed the front door behind us, already knowing what was coming. The drive home from the board meeting had been silent, but I could feel Riley's anger growing with each mile. Themoment we stepped inside, I braced myself."I can't believe you sat down quietly and watched as your father humiliated me and your son."Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air between us. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. This argument had been brewing since Dad named Raphael as his successor."Raphael is also our son, Riley!" I said, unable to hide the frustration in my voice. Why couldn't she see that?Her eyes narrowed. "No son of mine would treat me like that, no son of mine would go against my rules, and no son of mine would humiliate me in that way."I threw my hands up. "What would you have suggested that I do, Riley? Would you have preferred I added more injuries to the ones that have been inflicted already?"Before she could answer, Marcel jumped in from wher

Mrs Riley's POV.I stared at my laptop screen, watching the cursor blink against the white background. My list of Raphael's sins stared back at me, but it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.Blackmail.The word hung in my mind like a promise. Yes, blackmail. Why not? I'd played by the rules for twenty years and where had it gotten me? Nowhere. It was time to fight dirty.I took another sip of scotch, enjoying the burn as it slid down my throat. Gathering dirt onRaphael wouldn't be hard. Everyone had secrets, especially someone who'd climbed as high as he had. Old scandals, hidden misdeeds – there had to be something I could use to force him to step down or at least make him look unfit for the position.My phone buzzed with a text from David— "Meeting tomorrow, 2pm. Café on 5th."Good. David worked fast when properly motivated. I smiled to myself, thinking of all the things he might uncover. Tax irregularities? Affairs? Illegal business dealings? The possibilities made my heart race wi

Mrs Riley's POV I pulled out of the café parking lot, my mind still buzzing with plans after meeting David. He'd promised to deliver dirt on Raphael within the week - something concrete enough to force him out of the picture. But we both knew blackmail was a risky game. I needed my other strategies lined up and ready. The traffic light turned red, and I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, mentally reviewing the board members again. Fifteen people. Fifteen votes that would decide whether my son got what was rightfully his. My phone rang through the car speakers. Junior. "Yes?" I answered, not bothering to hide the impatience in my voice. "Where are you? I thought we were having lunch today." I'd completely forgotten. "Something came up. Business. I'll be home for dinner." "Riley, we talked about this. You promised—" "I'll make it up to you," I cut him off. "We'll go to that Italian place you like tomorrow." He sighed, that familiar sound of disappointment I'd stopp