All Chapters of His Ex Mistress, His Enemy: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The sun had barely crawled above the rooftops when my car rolled to a stop in front of Zach’s house, the kind of place that looked ripped straight out of an overpriced “Modern Suburban Family” magazine spread.White fence. Perfect lawn. Swing set. Plastic toys scattered across the yard like visual landmines.Zach was out there, out of breath, half-running while yelling something at Zoe, who obviously didn’t care. The kid was sprinting in circles, a pink missile in a glittery princess dress and boots.“Zoe!” Zach shouted. “You’re gonna fall! I said—”“I’m a storm princess!” she screamed, spinning in place. Her pigtails flared like helicopter blades. “Storms don’t fall! Storms fly, Papa!”Zach almost wiped out on the grass trying to catch her. I leaned against my car and waited for Zoe to notice me.One second.Two.Three—“UNCLE!!!”Boom.The three-and-a-half-year-old bolted toward me like a sugar-powered rocket. Arms wide. Eyes huge. Cheeks puffed from too many snacks.I crouched a li

The first black van appeared at the gate like an open wound. Then another.And another.Footsteps. Car doors slammed. Camera flashes burst through the night.I stood behind the living room curtain, heart pounding like I’d just signed a deal with the devil. “Shit.”That was the first thing that came out.Two men in black suits stood at the gate, definitely not insurance salesmen. The Romano Security badge glinted on their chests. Across the street, a swarm of reporters with cameras, mics, and starved expressions crowded the sidewalk.Flashes went off like tiny gunshots.“Miss Valdez! How do you respond to the rumors about your past relationship with Zane Romano?”“Are you still part of his life?”“What about the child, Miss Valdez? Whose kid is it really?”My blood turned to ice.I took a long breath, one hand keeping the curtain from opening too wide. “They even know I have a kid. Perfect,” I muttered. “What’s next, my period schedule?”One of Zane’s bodyguards, Diego, the bald one wi

Zane’s kiss didn’t ask. It took. It claimed.And I… I gave him full access.The first sting of surprise melted into a wave of heat that spread from where our lips met. A low, raspy groan escaped his throat, and the sound echoed through me, burning away the last fragments of my thoughts.His hands, which had been cupping my waist, now gripped. His movements were rough but deliberate, his palms sliding down to my backside, pressing, molding every curve of my body against his. Then, without warning, he lifted me. The world tilted for a second. My back, once against the cool wall, was now supported by the steel-like strength of his arms. My feet left the floor, and instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, searching for purchase that wasn't there.And there. Between my thighs, I felt him. The undeniable hardness, a solid, thrilling pressure that made me gasp into our kiss. Another moan escaped, this time from me, swallowed by his relentless mouth.My hands found his neck, grippin

I placed the toast on my plate and sat across from Zane. He ate in silence. Too calm, like a man who knew the world outside was burning but decided to finish his honey first before saving it.Meanwhile, I was busy pretending not to stare at the sharp line of his jaw. Or the flex of his forearm every time he lifted his coffee cup. God, even the way he swallowed looked expensive.“Stop staring,” he said without looking up.“I’m just staring at my toast.”“That toast’s been destroyed halfway through your bite.”I rolled my eyes. “Healthy outlet for my aggression.”A corner of his mouth twitched before he set his plate aside. “You never change.”I was about to throw something witty back when my phone buzzed faster than my pulse. Maritza’s name flashed on the screen. I hit accept before the universe could make this morning any more ridiculous.Her face filled the screen. Hair tied high, expression like a queen about to address her subjects. “You’re alive! I was ready to see tomorrow’s head

The yard looked like a storm had passed through. Grass flattened, shards of garden-light glass glittering in puddles. The house itself stayed whole.The only hint that anything had exploded the night before was a faint whiff of gunpowder in the air.I moved slowly toward Ash’s room. I opened the door and my heart almost stopped.Four little faces turned up at me from the mattress: Marble stretched like he owned the morning, Pepper stared with that blank look he’d perfected, Mama Mozzarella curled at the pillow’s edge, and Spaghetti—the universe’s illegitimate child—slept buried in Ash’s blanket as if the rest of the world had paused.I knelt, pressed my forehead to each of them. “You guys okay?”Spaghetti meowed once, thin and agreeable. I let out a long breath and held something like relief and panic at the same time.From outside, I heard Zane. Short, decisive, full of command. He was talking to his people, and even though I couldn’t make out words, his tone made it clear: nobody wa