Lahat ng Kabanata ng From Ex to In-law: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Diana's POV "If it isn't the impostor."I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that this was none other than Serena. She was in Ciara's house. How the hell did she even know the way to Ciara's house?Ciara and I heaved a sigh of frustration before turning to see Serena and Anna standing by the side of our house."What are you doing here?" I asked, sounding frustrated."Oh, I came to see my sister, oh my bad, you got disowned," she mocked.Anna and Serena burst out laughing."Look Serena, please go back to where you came from. I don't have the strength for a fight or an argument right now.""What do you mean by 'the strength for an argument right now'? I didn't come here to drag grounds with you; I came to make you know your place."I scoffed. "Know my place?" I moved closer, folding my arms. "Now tell me, how do you intend to do that?""Come on, Ciara, there's no need wasting our time here; she's not worth it."Anna and Serena laughed hysterically. "You think you can take what belongs

Diana’s POV "Diana! Are you going to open this door? Or should I break the door open?" Ciara's voice echoed through my ears to my brain, snapping me out of the deep oceans of thoughts I was sinking into.I quickly jumped down from the bed; I had less than two hours to prepare for my impromptu wedding and this unknown ñumber wanted me to meet up in the next one hour; there was no way I could go and meet this stranger and make it back on time for my wedding.What should I do?Should I risk it?Could there be something about Raphael that I needed to know?Who is this person? How did they even get my number?"Diana! Are you listening to me?"I went to the door, opened it, and pulled Ciara in.I gave her my phone, showing her the text message."What's this?" "Just look at it, Ciara," I said, sounding almost frustrated.Ciara's jaw dropped when she saw the message."What's this? Who sent this?""How do you expect me to know that? Can't you see it's an unknown Number?" I retorted."Diana,

Serena's POVI got to find out about my biological parents after so many years. I had been living my life like a pauper, only to find out that my parents, although they were not so rich, could afford to give me a good and standard way of life, and they would never grow broSo I decided to go back to them. The most annoying part of it all was when I found out they had been living with someone else as their daughter. Before I met her, I made up my mind that I was going to make her life miserable, starting from snatching her boyfriend from her.Before I finally showed myself to Mr and Mrs Kensington, my biological parents, I had met Marcel. Ever since I found out that Marcel was the second grandson of the richest man in the whole of New York City, I had been stalking him in secret, waiting for the right time to arrive.This particular day, I stalked him to the airport, and that was where I took my first bold step, and then we started talking. He made it easier for me to get back to my pa

Diana’s POVThe wedding was finally over, and I was left alone with Raphael in the limo. The atmosphere felt awkward—I couldn't even look him straight in the eyes, not after the PDA he pulled.Just in case you don’t know, PDA means public display of affection.Raphael had a triumphant smile on his face.Why was he smiling?Everybody now knew our marriage was a contract. Shouldn't he be worried or at least pretend to be?I, for one, was damn worried. The way Marcel read out the content of the contract—his tone, his expression—made it seem as if I were a gold digger.How would Gramps and Grandma Audrey see me now? Probably as some brat who was only after their money. I wouldn’t even be able to face them again.As for my adopted parents, I wondered if they might feel ashamed that the girl they had raised was marrying a man because of a contract.I sat quietly beside Raphael, looking out the window as all these different thoughts raced through my mind nonstop. Suddenly, I felt his palm on

Diana’s POVWe were directed to the seats in front. Surprisingly, the seats felt special. Even when the bouncer saw our passkeys, the way he bowed seemed odd—like we were some kind of VIPs, people out of this world. But I overlooked it.Sitting on the couch in the hostess room, I couldn't shake off the bouncer’s reaction."Did you buy the most expensive passkeys just so we could sit in a luxurious seat?"He looked at me and smiled without saying a word.I hated it when he gave me that silent, bossy, and proud-of-himself treatment. I felt like strangling him to death."The auction is about to start," he said gently.The lights in the room dimmed, and a spotlight illuminated the center of the auction hall, where the hostess walked in majestically, pushing a flatbed trolley with rubber wheels carrying all the paintings.She began unveiling the paintings one by one, announcing their bid prices as people eagerly placed their bids. I would have joined in, but I didn’t have the money—and I w