Semua Bab His Ex Mistress, His Enemy: Bab 141 - Bab 150

I froze in the doorway. My eyes swept the room that somehow felt like a calmer version of my entire chaotic life.It was spacious. Not the kind of “show off your wealth” spacious, but the kind that whispered, “you can finally breathe here” vibe. Smooth pine walls, soft earthy tones wrapping everything in a quiet warmth, like the room itself had been built inside a forest.One wall was pure glass, opening to tall trees and a garden still damp with morning dew. Light filtered in slowly, glancing off a big bed covered in sand-colored linen.No flashy chandelier. No marble, no gold. But every detail was perfect. Structured, yet alive. Warm, yet elegant. Like a cabin raised in the Swiss Alps, sent to school in Tuscany, and graduated top of its class.I blinked... and stopped halfway across the room.Shit.It was just one bedroom.My eyes narrowed at the two pillows arranged too neatly on the king-sized bed. Two bedside lamps. Two neatly rolled pajama sets on each side. Two.One.Room.I sp

Breakfast that morning ended like a tiny, lawless party. Zoe and Ash sat side by side, each with a plate of calenta’o and a glass of orange juice filled to the brim. They’d already eaten earlier, but apparently, kids with Romano blood didn’t believe in the concept of “full.”“And this morning Nonna made pink pancakes! I ate five!” Zoe chattered fast, her small hands cutting the air.Ash’s eyes widened. “Five?! I only ate two. Mami said my tummy could explode.”“Mine didn’t explode,” Zoe bragged. “I have a strong tummy like my papa!”Zane took another bite of calenta’o, calm as ever. “You really need to stop praising your Papa in front of me, Zoe. My ego can’t handle it.”Zoe squinted at him, then smirked. “But you’re more handsome than Papa, Uncle!”Zane shot me a smug look from across the table. “You heard that?”I snorted. “Kids on sugar highs aren’t reliable witnesses.”The two of them laughed, launching into a debate about dinosaurs and glitter pancakes like the rest of the world

The air smelled like freedom and pine. Sharp, clean, almost calming, like the world beyond the Romanos’ iron gates didn’t exist.I walked barefoot across the back terrace. The morning air was still cold. The kind of cold that cleared your chest instead of biting through it. The cabin, with all its hidden luxury behind stone and wood, felt more like a hideout than a home. Zane might’ve called it a mansion, but to me, it was a forest with glass walls and military-grade security.My steps carried me down the narrow path behind the house toward the lake. The water was clear and still, the surface reflecting a sky veiled by thin clouds. The lake’s floor and walls were lined with black stones, arranged with obsessive precision..so Zane.From here I could see the valley stretching below, a sea of green trees rolling into the horizon. The wind brushed my cheek. For the first time in a while, there were no cars, no reporters, nothing but the forest’s whisper and the sound of my own steps. I th

Zane POVThe hallway felt too bright, too busy, too… not Dianna.I walked fast, accepting a dozen greetings from employees with a nod, a stiff “good morning, sir,” awkward smiles, all of it passing right through me without landing. My head held on to one thing only: The taste of her mouth.The way she kissed me back like she’d just realized refusing me was a lot harder than destroying my reputation.God.I almost turned the car around and locked us in that room until the world finished exploding. Her mouth said no, her body said yes… and the sound she made, it should have been illegal to sound that good.I caught myself smiling for half a second as I passed my assistant’s desk.“Since when do you have a personal life, Mr. Romano?” that sharp voice cut right through my thoughts.I turned. Mrs. Alberta, the old secretary who’d served since the days my father still wore that messy eighties-mafia hair, stared at me over her thick glasses.“Is there something we need to discuss, Alberta?”

ZANE POVThe lights in the room dimmed. The wide glass window showed rows of dark pines swaying in the night breeze.The house had finally stopped trembling under the chaos of those two tiny demon children, after a hundred sweet threats, one fake cry from Zoe, and one full Colombian sermon from Krystal over the phone. Now it was just us.Me and Dianna, and her soft breaths between those thin sighs she pretended not to make.She lay on her back, her hair spilling across the pillow like a dangerously beautiful weapon. Her phone was still in her hand, her thumb moving fast… way too fast. Her group chat seemed more important than me kissing her neck.I held myself up on one arm while the other pulled her waist closer. My mouth traced her jaw, then down to her ear, then to that sensitive spot beneath it, the one that could break the focus of any normal human being.But this was Dianna. And she wasn’t normal.She was moral chaos wrapped in the prettiest body on earth.“Mmhm…” she hummed wit