Lahat ng Kabanata ng From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

MARCUSBlood never bothered me.Not the sight of it. Not the smell. Not the way it pooled too slowly on concrete, as if the ground itself hesitated to accept what I gave it. Violence was language in my world. Efficient. Final. Honest in a way people never were.Tonight was no different.The warehouse squatted near the docks, lights dimmed, guards posted too confidently for men who thought they were untouchable. That alone told me they had something worth stealing. Or dying for.The chip.Every syndicate wanted it. A palm-sized piece of tech that could crack encrypted ledgers, reroute offshore accounts, erase entire identities. Power compressed into silicon. Whoever held it decided who existed and who disappeared.I stepped out of the car, coat heavy on my shoulders, sea air sharp with salt and oil. My men fanned out without a word. They knew better than to speak unless I asked. Fear made them disciplined. Respect kept them loyal.Inside, the warehouse smelled of rust and sweat. Five m

PHOEBEIf someone had told me a month ago that I’d see Julia laughing like this—head tipped back, eyes bright, cheeks flushed with happiness—I would’ve laughed right in their face.Yet here we were.We were sitting beside her mother’s bed, sunlight pouring in through the half-open window, dust motes floating lazily in the air. The room smelled faintly of chamomile tea and clean sheets. Julia sat cross-legged on the chair, animated for once, hands moving as she spoke. Not shrinking. Not apologizing for existing.Alive.“And then,” she said, lowering her voice dramatically, “he just—just stepped in front of me.”I leaned forward, already grinning. “Like a wall. A very expensive wall.”Julia snorted despite herself. “Phoebe.”“No, no, I’m serious,” I insisted, waving my hand. “You should’ve seen him, Auntie Scribonia. He stopped Lady Livia’s hand mid-air like it was nothing. I thought she’d faint.”Her mother’s lips twitched, eyes warm with amusement. “Is that so?”Julia nodded, eyes shi

MARCUSI rarely go anywhere without expecting resistance.Enemies hide behind smiles. Allies hide knives. Even silence, in my world, is never innocent.But her mother’s house was different.The moment my car slowed in front of the modest gate, something in my chest eased—just a fraction. Enough to notice. Enough to irritate me.I stepped out first, adjusting my coat more out of habit than need. The guards stayed back. This wasn’t a battlefield. Not tonight.The door opened before I even knocked.Julia stood there.Not dressed for me. Not guarded. Not careful.Just… happy.Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders in soft waves, her eyes bright in a way that had nothing to do with luxury or fear or obligation. She froze when she saw me—then smiled so openly it felt like a hit straight to the ribs.“Marcus,” she said, breathless, like she’d been waiting.I didn’t realize I’d stopped breathing until I exhaled.“There you are,” I said quietly.She stepped forward without thinking, an

NEROI didn’t go home that night.I drove until the city lights blurred into nothing but streaks of white and red, until my knuckles hurt from gripping the steering wheel too tight. Terra’s slap still burned on my cheek—not because it hurt, but because of what it meant.Know your place.Those words echoed louder than the sound of the engine.I had chosen Terra. I reminded myself of that fact like a mantra, as if repetition could turn it into truth. Terra meant power. Terra meant legitimacy. Terra meant the future I had been raised to inherit.And yet—Julia’s face kept intruding.Not crying. Not begging. Not broken.She looked… radiant.That was the part that made my chest tighten in a way I refused to name.The rumors had started like background noise—maids whispering, soldiers snickering, names spoken too softly to confront directly. I dismissed them all. I wanted to dismiss them. Because acknowledging them meant admitting something I wasn’t ready to face.That Julia had moved on.T

TERRAI stared at my reflection until I no longer recognized the woman looking back at me.Perfect hair. Perfect silk robe. Perfect posture.And yet everything that was supposed to be mine was slipping through my fingers.The room reeked of expensive perfume and broken glass. Mother had finally stormed out after shattering a vase against the wall, her final warning still ringing in my ears like a curse.Stabilize your position.Do not let that girl take what is rightfully yours.Rightfully.I laughed softly, my fingers curling against the vanity. The sound startled even me—thin, sharp, wrong.Julia DeCavalcante.That pathetic little shadow who used to walk with her head down, who flinched when spoken to too loudly, who clung to Nero like he was the only thing keeping her alive. I had crushed her once without effort. Took her place. Took her future. Took the man she loved.And now?Now she walked through society with Marcus Lucchesi’s hand wrapped possessively around her waist.My nail