All Chapters of His Ex Mistress, His Enemy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The morning.. New York sky looked innocent. Clean. Unbothered.Unlike the man standing at the door of my hospital room, leather jacket on, my car keys dangling from his hand.“I’m driving,” he said, no room for negotiation.I gave him a full-body scan, slow and deliberate. Then looked at the hand holding Ash’s Hello Kitty keychain. Then back to his face. Perfect, as usual. Infuriating, as always.“You don’t even know how to turn on my seat warmers,” I muttered, arms crossed.He raised one brow. “I own majority shares in the company that built your car.”Of course. A classic Zane Romano answer. Everything could be bought—including the right to drive someone else’s car.I didn’t even get the chance to argue before Ash burst out of the room, already suited up in his dinosaur hoodie and sneakers that were practically falling off his feet. He ran straight for Zane.“Unc—uh, Papi!” he chirped. “I’m sitting in the front, okay?”“Back seat,” I shot back instantly.“Front,” Zane said at the sa

I poured milk into the battered bottle that should have retired when Ash turned three. The plastic had yellowed, the rubber nipple had gone pale, and I’d lost count of how many shiny replacements I’d tried to sneak in. Same outcome every time, violent rejection. The kid could handle an IV, but not giving up his beloved bottle. Life’s little ironies.And yes, the cocoa powder was safe. Nut-free, obviously. I’d read the label with more scrutiny than the FDA. If Zane knew I’d spent half an hour checking for “processed in a facility that also handles nuts” fine print, he’d probably laugh and call me paranoid. Or worse, he’d rent his own lab just to prove his obsession could outprice my anxiety.I walked back to Ash’s room. The dinosaur-shaped nightlight cast a faint green glow across the walls. Zane sat on the edge of the bed, a body too large for a room plastered with cartoon posters. His shirt sleeves were rolled, his tie already yanked off by me earlier, and now his voice filled the ai

I walked out first. My head still burned from that nonsense about “Romano sperm” never compromising. God, the man needed a seminar on how to function like a normal human.The kitchen glowed under the warm light from the under-cabinet fixtures. I opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of infused water, and slumped onto a bar stool. Half the bottle vanished down my throat in one go. My body protested. Back sore, eyes heavy but I refused to skip my night ritual: water and a vitamin B before bed.I reached for the drawer. My fingers were already on the blister pack when footsteps made me glance up.Zane appeared like a curse at two in the morning. His shirt hung open, his hair a mess like some overpriced fever dream, and his face… calm. Way too calm for someone who should’ve gone back to whatever hell had spat him out.“What are you doing here?” My voice barely had the strength to sound annoyed. “Ash is asleep. Mission accomplished. You’re free.”He hummed something tuneless, swung open my

The last plate clinked into the dishwasher, and I leaned my hip against the counter, watching the two of them head down the hall. Ash bounced, still buzzing with energy even after inhaling two arepas. Zane followed, one broad hand resting on the boy’s head like he was steering a junior pilot.“Come on, let’s tidy up your room,” his voice carried back to me. Low. Steady. Possessive enough to make my pulse trip in annoyance.Normally, I would’ve argued on the spot. Ash’s idea of “tidying” looked more like a natural disaster with faint military logistics. But I let it go this time. Maybe I wanted to see how a Romano defined the word clean.Mug in hand, I padded toward Ash’s room and stopped at the doorway, peeking through the crack.Of course.Ash was cramming toys into shelves with zero logic. Dinosaurs piled on top of cars, shoved with so much force the whole stack nearly toppled. Zane stood beside him, proud like it was genius.“Good,” he said, patting Ash’s shoulder. “Quick. Efficien

ZANEWhen I started the engine, Maritza slipped into the garage just to deliver her signature closing speech, standing there in satin pajamas, sunglasses, and a mug of something that definitely wasn’t coffee.“Don’t give him soda,” she said, pointing at Ash. “Don’t let him near your phone. And if you buy him anything, make sure it actually fits. Kids hate oversized clothes. They’re not your runway models.”I raised a brow, shutting the car door. “Go back to sleep, Maritza.”She lifted her cup. “Sleeping is my job.”Ash giggled, the sound still ringing in my ears even after I rolled the window down and pulled out of the garage.My black Lamborghini slid onto the street, smooth as silk. Ash leaned forward, eyes wide. “Papi… is this your car? Like a real one? Like in the movies?”I caught his reflection in the mirror, holding back a smile. “Real. And if you want, we can add ten more. All yours.”“Ten?” His eyes went even wider. “Seriously? Can one be red too?”“I could make the factory w