Semua Bab His Ex-Luna Is A Secret Heiress!: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Georgia’s POVMy head is seconds away from exploding. How the hell is Lexi even running this company? There are gaps everywhere, and half the employees don’t seem to know what the word “efficiency” means.I honestly don’t know how we’re still at the top, especially after losing so many contracts. Maybe some of our investors are just blindly loyal.With a heavy sigh, I push up from my chair. Today’s already a mess. And of course, Enzo had to show up and make it worse.Grabbing the documents, I head to Lexi’s office. But as I pass through the corridor, something stops me in my tracks.A group of employees, very clearly not at their desks, are laughing over coffee in the pantry like it’s a casual hangout spot. My vision blurs red.A low growl escapes me as I march toward them. They haven’t noticed me yet, which means I catch every word of their conversation.“I still can’t believe they switched the CEO like that,” one of them says. “It’s weird. I didn’t even know Alpha Brandon Ashcrof

Georgia's POV: I never thought I'd find myself here, but yet here I am. Sitting across from him again. This time, having lunch. We are drawing stares. Lots of them. I know it wasn't because of me, though. People are curious—whispers floating around about why we are together, and more importantly, why Enzo still has that damn mask on even while eating. Honestly? I don't even know how I ended up agreeing to this lunch in the first place. One minute he was at the company, stubbornly insisting on taking me out. No matter how many times I turned him down, he wouldn't leave. He just stood there, persistent as hell, until I finally caved. When I'd blatantly told him no the first time, He had left without a word. I thought that was it. But no. He was waiting right outside the building when I went for my usual afternoon walk. It was like he knew my entire schedule. Like he'd been watching, learning my routine down to the minute. And as much as it kills me to admit it... I actually w

Enzo's POV "You look disappointed that I'm the one you're seeing. Why's that?" Deckard asks, standing and watching me with an amused expression. I let out a chuckle. I'm not going to lie, I was expecting to see Georgia, not her brother. I haven't seen Deckard at any of the conference meetings lately. It's always Lexi who shows up. She seems to love that kind of spotlight. "You got me." I lean back, not bothering to hide it. "I was hoping to see her. We had a great time at lunch yesterday, and I know she's still keeping her walls up, but..." I pause, remembering the way she looked at me. "I'm not giving up until she feels completely comfortable around me." My chest tightens just thinking about it. "You should've seen the way she was smiling yesterday, Deckard. It didn't feel like we were strangers anymore. Not like it did two years ago." A genuine smile tugs at my lips. "The rest of the people in that restaurant? They didn't even exist. I didn't care if someone was snapping photo

Evans’ POV“I need you to find everything you can about Georgia,” I tell Mason, sliding a thick envelope across my desk. The paper makes a soft whisper against the polished wood. “And I mean everything. Where she’s staying, who she’s seeing, what she’s doing during the day, her entire routine. Every detail, no matter how small.”Mason picks up the envelope slowly, turning it over in his hands without opening it. His expression is carefully neutral, but I can see the judgment in his eyes.“You’re really going through with this?” he asks, “Stalking your ex-wife?”“I’m not stalking her,” I snap, my hands clenching into fists on the desk. “I’m conducting a legitimate investigation. She stole from my mother, Mason. Valuable property. I’m well within my rights to—”“Are you sure about that?” Mason cuts in, one eyebrow raised. “Because from where I’m standing, this looks a lot like obsession. Anastasia’s back in your life. You’re engaged. The wedding planning is in full swing. So why the hel

Enzo’s POV:I’m still riding the high from dinner, my mind replaying that kiss over and over, when my phone rings.The ringtone is one I’ve assigned specifically to my security team…urgent matters only.The happiness drains out of me instantly, replaced by cold alertness.“Speak,” I answer, already heading toward my own car.“Sir, we have a situation.” It’s Dan, my head of security. “Alpha Evans Henshaw was spotted outside the Ashcroft estate approximately ten minutes ago. He’s currently on the property, speaking with Miss Georgia.”My hand tightens around the phone so hard I hear the case creak.“Is he threatening her?”“We can’t tell from this distance, sir. He’s keeping his voice relatively low, and Miss Georgia appears to be maintaining her composure. But she doesn’t look happy about the situation, and her body language suggests she’s uncomfortable.”Of course she is. What woman wants her abusive ex-husband showing up unannounced at her home, especially right after a romantic even