All Chapters of From Ex to In-law: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Raphael's POVI left the company angrily after the argument, and then got home earlier than I was supposed to but I didn't meet Diana at home. It was unlikely of her.I had never gotten home without meeting her at home. Though I wished she was around at that very moment but I was also happy she got to go out today.She was always cooked up in this place, sometimes I wonder if it was because of the baby she was carrying, probably she was trying to be extra careful so my mother and Marcel won't bring harm to her and my child.I sank onto the couch, not so far away, I was so exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally. I tried to pull of my socks but I didn't even have the energy to vibe.Now I ain't talking about the physical energy - ability to do things, I am talking about the need to want to do anything, I wasn't feeling it at all.Just as I was almost drifting to sleep, I heard the sound of the door being unlocked.There was no need to guess or wonder who it was, we were only t

Mrs. Kensington's POVA female reporter raised her hand. "I have a question, sir."Gramps nodded, signalling to her that she could ask her question."Why have you chosen Raphael? If I remember correctly, he left you and the rest of the family twenty years ago. Now he comes back, and you're suddenly giving him the managing rights? The CEO position? If you ask me, I would say that's quite unfair."The moment she finished speaking, other reporters and journalists began to murmur, all agreeing with what she had said.I smiled as I watched the commotion unfold.My gaze shifted from Gramps back to where Diana and Raphael stood. They had vague expressions on their faces. I couldn't tell what they were feeling."Silence, everyone!" a male reporter commanded. He walked closer to the front, directly in front of Gramps. "I have known you to be an honest man and a good judge of character, but what I don't understand is why you would give this position to your eldest grandson when your second

Mrs. Riley's POVI stood up, began to pace to and fro, and I thought about my last resort. I picked up my phone, typed the name Delia; I was happy it came out. It's been about five to seven years since I saw her or even called her.She had been living her life exactly the way I instructed her to, so there was no need for me to go see her. I wanted to dial her number, but I decided to wait till Marcel was back."What the hell? Why is he wasting so much time?" I said as I noticed that it's already been thirty minutes since I asked him to come.As I was about to drop my phone, a message came in. It was from Gramps' assistant. It read— "Press conference tomorrow. Be sure to be there. Thank you."I bit my lips gently, clenched my fist and hit them on the couch angrily until I began to feel slight pain.Gramps was going to announce Raphael as CEO the next day. Once that information is made public, it's final. There's nothing I or anyone else could do to change it.Except.... well, let's not

Mrs. Riley's POVThe press conference room was buzzing with tension. I stood at the left side with Junior and Marcel while Diana and Raphael were positioned on the right side of the podium. Gramps had just begun his speech, his voice commanding attention from everyone present."For over fifty years, I have had the privilege of building this company from the ground up,"Gramps declared. "Today marks the beginning of a new $Chapter Chapter for the Lorenzo dynasty."I kept my face neutral, though inside I was seething. All our preparations were about to pay off. The seeds we'd planted would soon bear fruit.A female reporter raised her hand. "I have a question, sir." Gramps nodded, giving her permission to speak."Why have you chosen Raphael? If I remember correctly, he left you and the rest of the family twenty years ago. Now he comes back, and you're suddenly giving him the managing rights? The CEO position? If you ask me, I would say that's quite unfair."I suppressed a smile as m

Lorenzo Senior's POVI stood at the podium, feeling the weight of decades of business decisions on my shoulders. None had felt quite as heavy as this one. The press conference was going according to plan until that first question cut through the polite atmosphere."Why have you chosen Raphael? If I remember correctly, he left you and the rest of the family twenty years ago. Now he comes back, and you're suddenly giving him the managing rights? The CEO position? If you ask me, I would say that's quite unfair."The moment she finished speaking, the room erupted into murmurs of agreement. I maintained my composure, though internally I had anticipated this reaction. The Lorenzo name carriedweight in New York, but with that came public scrutiny. Every decision I made was dissected, analyzed, criticized.I watched the faces before me—hungry journalists seeking a story, any story. My gaze drifted briefly to where Raphael and Diana stood. Their expressions were controlled, composed. I had