All Chapters of The Enemy Took His Wife And Baby.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Monday morning began with a call Zane didn’t expect.“You need to prepare,” his lawyer said bluntly. “Roman’s legal team is planning to subpoena your financials. They’re going to dig into your past, twist anything they can, make you look unstable or manipulative.”Zane stood by his office window, jaw tight. “They can try.”“They will. They’re painting you as a dangerous influence on Alessia and the baby. The last thing Roman wants is for you to look like a safe harbor.”Zane stayed quiet for a beat, fingers twitching near his side. He had nothing to hide... but in the wrong hands, even a good thing could be warped.His lawyer sighed. “They’re targeting your credibility, Zane. Not because you’re guilty, but because they’re afraid you’re winning her.”That was the thing. He was getting close. Alessia was opening up more. Letting him near. Letting him see her.And now, Roman was coming for all of it.In the chaos of the day, Zane barely noticed when his assistant, shaken from a cold and

“I will get you some gadgets. He shouldn't have access to my wife or threaten you.” Zane rubbed his temples as he paced around the room. “He is just bluffing, he already has shared custody. He just can't believe that I am no longer his.” Alessia said as she held her tongue, she knew Roman was someone who wouldn't back down easily. “Okay, I don't like when my wife is being threatened. He divorced you and he hasn't stopped media rounds like he is a goddamn celebrity. I need to protect you princess!” Zane bit his lips and knelt down in front of Alessia, beside the bed. It was dawn now. Zane had arrived late last night and he went to bed without seeing Alessia. He was about to go for his early morning run and work out when he saw her pacing around in the garden. Her hair was in a ponytail, two guards were around but her eyes - they scream for help. The droopy eyelid, the low countenance and how she dragged her feet all felt like she wanted to scream so loudly or even hug someone. Za

“Roman summoned you to court, along Alessia.” Chase said as he tapped the screen. Zane didn't lift his head, it was morning now. Alessia slept in the guest room and made pastries all night with the chefs, the oven wasn't comforted. “And the trending videos?” Zane asked with a growl. “They are painting you in a bad light and they are anxious about Alessia and the baby.” Chase replied, as he adjusted his stance. “When?” Zane stood up and went over to the computer screen. He watched as Alessia moved through the gardens, last night he watched as she cooked in kitchen. “In a week.” “Inform Alessia and call the laywers to prep her.” Zane didn't look up, they hadn't spoke since the yesterday. **********The room smelled like money and nerves leather chairs, polished mahogany, and a tray of untouched espresso shots lined up like ammunition.Alessia sat across from Zane’s top attorneys, every one of them dressed in expensive silence. The walls were glass, but no one looked outside. The

Back at home.The door to the shower clicked shut behind Alessia and the hot water roared to life, steam curling thickly around the white tiles. She stood beneath the spray, hands pressing hard against the cool tile wall as if she could push the weight of the day away. The media’s flashing cameras, the press’s sharp tongues, the ever-present pressure pressing on her chest — and underneath it all, the steady thrum of new life inside her. A life she barely felt ready to protect.The sound of a quiet knock pulled her from the fog of her thoughts. Lena’s voice came soft but firm.“Alessia, are you alright?”She wrapped a towel around herself and opened the door. Lena’s eyes flicked over her with a mix of concern and something else: steel beneath silk.“I’m tired,” Alessia whispered, hair dripping down her shoulders.Lena nodded slowly, stepping inside. “I know this isn’t easy. But you’re stronger than you think. Remember, Zane’s here. For you. And the baby.”Alessia managed a small, frag

The city was turning dark, neon buzzing on like it couldn’t wait. Rain threatened somewhere up high, thick air smelling like wet concrete. Zane kept his cap low, his face shadowed. Across the street, Roman’s glass tower stabbed into the sky, cold and ruthless. It swallowed everything.Inside, marble floors gleamed, the smell of leather and coffee thick in the air. People whispered deals, heels clicking, voices low but tense. Zane moved like a ghost—unseen, unwanted, stepping into Roman’s world.A hand on his shoulder made him turn. Sasha. Used to be Roman’s right hand with the law, now Zane’s secret weapon.“He’s desperate,” she said, voice tight, like steel wrapped in silk. “Pushing through deals that’ll crush anyone in his way. Trying to squeeze us dry.”Zane’s eyes cut sharp. “Who’s in? When’s it done?”Sasha pulled out her phone, fingers fast. “The merger closes next week. And get this—Roman filed emergency custody papers. Fast track. No warning.”Zane felt ice crawl down his spin