The Enemy Took His Wife And Baby. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The ballroom at the Velez Estate gleamed with gold and crystal, every corner dripping with wealth and elegance. It was a scene stolen straight from a luxury magazine spread. Guests twirled in couture gowns and designer tuxedos, glasses clinked, laughter bubbled, and cameras flashed from discreet corners. But amidst all the celebration, Alessia Velez stood perfectly still beside her husband, trying to remember how to breathe. Every event was like this, her heart would race and search for perfection, not a hair that's out of place. Her silver gown shimmered like ice, perfectly tailored to accentuate the curves that Roman once couldn't keep his hands off. Tonight, she felt like a mannequin on display very polished, posed, and utterly hollow inside.Roman Velez, billionaire tech mogul and the coldest man she'd ever known, had barely looked at her since they arrived. He had fucked her, minutes before they got into the car but now, she is a ghost. He was sculpted to perfection in a three

The elevator doors parted with a gentle chime. Alessia stood still for a heartbeat, staring at the polished marble floors of Wolfe Enterprises. She adjusted the hem of her fitted dress and stepped forward, heart pounding.Her heels echoed against the tiles, each step a reminder that she wasn’t just the ex-wife of Roman Velez anymore. She was Alessia Wolfe now, by name, if not entirely in spirit. The lobby hushed.Eyes turned, phones snapped up and the murmurs followed.The headlines from this morning still sizzled online: VELEZ EX-WIFE MARRIES WOLFE IN PRIVATE CEREMONY. PREGNANT WITH ANOTHER MAN'S CHILD. SHOCKING TWIST: NEW MARRIAGE AFTER DIVORCE?WOLFE, VELEZ'S RIVAL, CLAIMS EX-WIFE AS HIS OWN.She kept walking, spine straight, chin high. She wouldn’t let them see her crack. She had a rough few days, the news and headlines and hash tags drained her. She didn't look at her phone, her email was filled with messages, threats and curses. She constantly prayed to cancel them. "Slut." T

The alarm woke her up, it wasn't the first sound, it was the fifth sound that dragged her out of the bed. She squinted her eyes and groaned. It had been five days in the penthouse, but she hated how much light she had to see the moment her eyes opened. Ever since the news scandal, every day seemed like a chore, if it wasn't the blogs or her social media accounts buzzing, it was the paparazzi that followed her. She had denied the baby belonged to Roman, Zane urged her and she agreed but every time she rubbed her belly, she knew the lie would haunt her. “I can't take that back, He did me wrong, you will understand some day.” Alessia said as she rubbed her belly, she stood up and decided to stare at the clear skies. This was her life anyway, her new life. Something caught her eyes, she looked down and flinched, she didn't see a bug- if she had she sure would be glad, instead it was the street below- flooded with paparazzi. “What the fuck?” She mouthed, she turned her he

Lisa, Alessia's best and only friend, stared at her tablet screen, scrolling aimlessly trying to shop for the latest toy, latest designer release and whatever rare and expensive item she found. She has filed her cart so many times, it would take three trucks to deliver what she had ordered. Lisa Caleb is in her kid twenties, she is a blonde but she added brown highlights. She wasn't born with a silver spoon, she forged hers. She climbed the social ladder and became one of the best product managers in the state. She loved her job, ever hour she earned over three thousand dollars. That's how good and how much she earned. Being best friends with Alessia had helped her so much, she barely spent her money. Alessia and Lisa barely met in the years that Alessia was married, Roman never met Lisa either; he was either busy or not interested. Roman didn't want anything to do with Alessia's friend; he knew her mother and that was enough, anything else was a bother, it was a disease. Just

The courtroom wasn’t grand. It wasn’t what movies promised with oak panels and sweeping arches. It was small, sterile. The kind of place where lives changed in hushed tones under fluorescent lighting.The judge entered at exactly 9:02 a.m. Everyone stood.“Please be seated,” the bailiff said. His voice echoed too loud in the space.Zane sat beside Alessia at the defendant’s table. His jaw locked, his cufflinks gleamed. Beside him, Alessia’s hands were curled into fists on her lap. Roman’s lawyer rose.“Your Honor, we are here today on the matter of Mr. Roman Velez petition for sole custody of the unborn child currently carried by Mrs. Alessia Wolfe.” A murmur stirred from the gallery. The judge held up a hand.“Quiet,” she said sharply. “Proceed.”Roman’s lawyer, a tall man with silver hair and thin lips adjusted his tie and continued.“We are petitioning for sole custody based on three legal grounds: one, desertion of the marital home prior to separation; two, concealment of pregna