All Chapters of His Ex Mistress, His Enemy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The glittering crystal chandelier in the distance told us we’d arrived. The driver opened the door, and the moment my heels touched the white gravel of the front drive, the scent of fresh flowers and roasted meat hit me.Antonio de Valdez’s house stood grand and glowing, warm light spilling from every window. It didn’t take more than two seconds before the sound of music, laughter, and the roar of family chatter drifted out into the night air.Rafael got out first, unbuckling Ash from his seat. The kid looked ecstatic, his wide eyes drinking in the mansion like he’d just stepped into a live-action Disney movie. His tie was crooked from all the fidgeting during the drive, and Rafael was already fixing it with patient hands.“I can do it myself, Tío,” Ash protested, swatting his uncle’s hand away.“You can,” Rafael said easily, “but you look like a failed salsa dancer.” He glanced at me, waiting for backup.I just raised a brow, clutch dangling from my hand. “Let him be. If he wants to

Porcelain plates came and went, one course after another, silver and crystal chiming softly with every clink of spoon and glass. I lifted a small bite of saffron risotto to my mouth, trying not to think about the firm, my clients, or the people sitting at the far end of the ballroom with Romano blood in their veins.Tío Antonio laughed beside me, teasing Tía Maria as she dabbed the corner of her mouth with a linen napkin.“Ladies and gentlemen,” the MC’s voice rang out, warm and cheerful. “Please welcome tonight’s golden couple...Antonio and Maria de Valdez, for the first dance in celebration of their thirtieth wedding anniversary.”Tía turned to him, giving his arm a playful pinch. “Vamos, mi amor.”I laughed as Tío Antonio pretended to sigh heavily, then rose and offered his hand with old-fashioned gallantry. They stepped onto the dance floor to a round of applause and the swell of soft music.Our table melted into chatter and laughter. On my right, Nino loosened his tie and leaned

It was eight-twenty, and I had already knocked out a class action complaint, two revisions of a merger contract, and half a cup of bitter coffee that tasted like an old wound brewed hot.The office was still quiet. Only the sound of my keyboard hammering out an aggressive rhythm filled the room. Sunlight slanted through the glass windows, spilling over the piles of documents on my desk as if God Himself wanted to remind me that life wasn’t about batting lashes in court, but about deadlines sharp enough to shred your reputation in three seconds flat.“Morning of madness?” Sofia’s voice came from the doorway, along with her signature double knock. She was holding her tablet, her face fresh like someone who hadn’t yet had the chance to be disappointed by life.I glanced up. “If it’s good news, drop it on the desk and leave fast. If it’s bad… throw it from a distance.”She walked in without asking permission. I’d told her a hundred times, but of course, Dianna Rosa’s assistant never reall

The donor room looked more like a five-star hotel lounge than any medical facility. High ceilings, soft ivory walls, and a crystal chandelier floating like a crown in the center. The faint scent of eucalyptus clung to the air, blending strangely well with high-end antiseptics.In the corner, a sleek espresso machine hummed quietly beside a glass cabinet filled with lemon-infused water as if the people giving blood here were CEOs dropping by between lunch reservations and billion-dollar acquisitions.Zane Romano sat in a plush dark brown leather chair, his left arm extended over a padded rest. A thin needle pierced his vein, a quiet insult to a body like his. He didn’t flinch. Those sharp eyes stared straight ahead, unmoving. His face was calm, almost meditative like this wasn’t him giving up part of his life for a little boy.My little boy.His son.I stood in front of him, arms folded, spine stiff. My eyes tracked the navy-blue tourniquet wrapped around his bicep, then followed the s

Ash was out like someone had flipped a switch. One second he was rambling about dinos and beards, the next his breathing had gone soft and steady, one small hand still clutching the corner of the blanket.I looked at his little face, lips parted from half a yawn, hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands. I brushed them aside, tucking the bangs away from his eyes.His breaths shifted, deeper, even. Then came a murmur, quiet but clear. “Uncle Tomato… don’t eat… Rexie…”I bit back a laugh.My hand was still hovering over Ash’s hair when I felt.. someone else wasn’t asleep. I turned to Zane.He was still sitting at the edge of the bed, perfectly still. His gaze was locked on Ash, and for a moment the whole world shrank. Just that man… and the look in his eyes that carried too much weight.“He looks exactly like me when I was a kid.” His voice was heavy, rough in a way that sliced through my chest.I exhaled softly. “Since when did you know?”His eyes never left Ash. “Supermarket. He