All Chapters of From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

JULIA The invitation arrived in the afternoon, sealed in thick ivory paper and delivered by hand.I was in the sunroom with Scribonia and Phoebe, half listening as my mother talked about a new bakery near her apartment. Phoebe was stealing grapes from a silver bowl when the butler entered, posture precise.“For you, Miss Julia.”I took the envelope without thinking much of it. At first.The seal bore the Lucchesi crest. Formal. Heavy. Permanent.Marcus’ handwriting was not on it, which made my chest tighten.I opened it slowly.A Lucchesi Gala.Hosted at the Grand Bellatori Hall.Attendance mandatory for inner-circle families and allies.My name was printed beneath Marcus’.Not as accompaniment.Not as guest.As his partner.Phoebe leaned over my shoulder, eyes widening. “Oh. That is serious.”Mom went quiet.I reread the invitation, my pulse starting to quicken. The gala was not just social. I knew that now. Marcus had explained enough for me to understand what these gatherings mean

TERRAThe gala ended without me.That realization burned worse than any public humiliation I had ever imagined.I stood in the shadowed corridor outside the Grand Bellatori Hall long after the doors closed, my heels abandoned somewhere behind me, my pulse pounding so hard it made my vision throb. Voices drifted through the thick doors. Laughter. Glasses clinking. Power rearranging itself without me.Without us.They did not chase after me. No one whispered my name with concern. No frantic messages flooded my phone asking if I was all right.The silence was deliberate.Lucchesi silence.I finally checked my phone.Three messages. All system notifications.Account access suspended.Pending review.Contact administrator.My fingers tightened around the device until the screen dimmed.This was not gossip. This was not damage control. This was erasure in progress.I stumbled into the car waiting for me outside, slamming the door so hard the driver flinched. He did not speak. He did not ask

NEROI knew something had gone wrong the moment Terra stopped smiling.She had always smiled when she was winning. Not the warm kind. The sharp kind. The kind that showed teeth but never reached her eyes. Tonight, at the gala, she stood perfectly still, glass untouched in her hand, eyes glued to her phone as if it were bleeding bad news into her palm.I watched from across the room.Julia stood beside Marcus p near the center of the hall, calm and composed, dressed not like a trophy but like a presence. People approached her carefully. Some with polite curiosity. Some with thinly veiled fear. All with respect.No whispers followed her.That alone told me everything.Terra refreshed her screen again.Nothing.Her shoulders tensed. Her jaw tightened. I saw the exact moment panic slipped through her control. She turned sharply, scanning the room, searching for reactions that were not there.The humiliation she planned never arrived.Instead, the room moved around Julia like she belonged

JULIAThe doors slammed behind the last of the delivery trucks, and I froze mid-step, Phoebe’s hand tight around mine. Marcus had just left for a meeting, leaving me in the estate with only the guards and the staff, but something about the atmosphere felt… off.“Did you hear that?” I whispered, leaning close to Phoebe.She frowned, scanning the hallway. “It’s just the staff, Julia. Stop imagining trouble where there isn’t any.”I wanted to believe her. I really did. But the tension in the manor had shifted ever since the gala. Terra’s defeat had not been the end; it had only provoked her further. I could feel it like static in the air, subtle yet sharp, and my gut wouldn’t stop tightening.We reached the library, my safe space when Marcus wasn’t around. I sank into the large leather chair, and Phoebe busied herself with arranging books and papers on the side table, acting like she hadn’t noticed my shaking hands.I opened my laptop and checked the news feeds Marcus had access to. Head

TERRAThe first time I saw the headline, I thought it was fake.Not gossip.Not speculation.A statement.Lucchesi Confirms Formal Engagement.My hands went cold before my mind caught up.“No,” I said out loud, even though I was alone in my room.The word echoed uselessly.I read it again.And again.It did not change.Julia’s name sat there beside his like it belonged. Like it had always belonged. Like the world had simply been waiting for the announcement to catch up with reality.My chest tightened so hard I had to grip the edge of the desk to stay upright.This was not a rumor chain I could dismantle.Not a whisper I could suffocate.Not a narrative I could twist.This was official.This was structural.This was real.I laughed once, sharp and breathless, because the alternative was screaming.He was not supposed to do that.He was supposed to hesitate.To protect.To keep her hidden.Not elevate her.Not crown her.Not make her untouchable.My phone buzzed relentlessly. Messages