All Chapters of From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

MARCUSThe reports from the manor were precise and troubling, yet expected. Julia and Phoebe had noticed minor anomalies, little things that would escape a less attentive eye. They were not in danger—not yet—but the probing behavior indicated a rising boldness from Terra and Livia.I sat at the command table, reviewing every piece of intelligence with care. Every altered delivery, every shadow at the perimeter, every subtle staff deviation was plotted against previous activity. Patterns emerged. Predictable, desperate, and reckless. Terra had grown impatient. Livia was already panicking, trying to manipulate internal channels for advantage.I issued instructions quietly, deliberately. Guards were repositioned, routes were rerouted, and surveillance was refined to cover even blind spots Julia and Phoebe had noted. Every small movement was logged, every potential threat addressed. I allowed the perception of minor gaps so that Terra and Livia would act freely, revealing their strategies

MARCUSThe intel from the manor was precise. Julia had noticed subtle anomalies, small shifts in the environment that even my most trusted staff might overlook. Her observations, combined with Phoebe’s vigilance, gave me insight into the enemy’s probing without alerting them.I studied the report quietly. Every altered delivery, every misaligned object, every shadow that moved without reason was accounted for. Terra and Livia were testing boundaries, seeking weaknesses in our network. That they had not realized how closely they were monitored was to our advantage.I convened the command room, reviewing the anomalies with my lieutenants. “The probes are deliberate,” I said. “Every action is a test. They are desperate and reckless. We will allow them to continue, but each move will be tracked and neutralized. No one reaches Julia. No one touches her world.”One lieutenant asked, “Sir, do we move against them now?”I shook my head. “Not yet. Let them act. Every attempt will reveal their

MARCUSJulia’s observations had reached me before she even realized the weight of them. Every subtle anomaly she and Phoebe had noted was a thread in a larger web, a web I could now manipulate to trap those who sought to undermine us. Terra and Livia had grown reckless, and I intended to ensure that recklessness became their undoing.I reviewed the compiled intelligence carefully. Minor disturbances at the manor, faint manipulations of staff schedules, and even subtle changes in the estate’s routine—all pointed to the same conclusion. Terra was desperate, testing the boundaries of control. Livia was panicking, attempting to reach allies, probing for weaknesses, sending silent messages that would never reach their destination.I issued orders quietly, precisely. Operatives moved into positions around the manor, near probable access points, and along all known communication channels. Surveillance was refined to cover even the tiniest gaps, and redundancies were added so that no action,

TERRAI should have known something was wrong the moment my subtle manipulations stopped having any effect. Every probe I sent into the Lucchesi manor returned nothing. Messages disappeared before they could be delivered. Allies who had once moved like shadows through the network now faltered, unsure, hesitant, waiting for orders that never came.Livia was frantic. Her panic was audible even across the room, sharp and high-pitched, slicing through my careful composure. “This isn’t just suppression anymore,” she hissed. “They’re erasing us. They know every move, every contact, everything!”I slammed my hand against the table, ignoring the splintering wood under my fingers. I hated the feeling of helplessness, of my careful plans being anticipated before they were even set in motion. How could this happen? Julia was just one girl, vulnerable, fragile… yet the Lucchesi forces surrounding her moved with precision I could not touch.“She’s growing stronger,” Nero said quietly, his voice ca

JULIASomething was wrong.Not the obvious kind of wrong. Not the kind that came with shouting or breaking glass or the quiet tension that filled a room before an argument. This was quieter than that. Harder to name.But I felt it.I noticed it first in Marcus.He was careful with his expressions. Always had been. But I had learned him well enough to see the small differences. The tiny pauses when he read a message. The way his fingers tapped once against the table before he set his phone down.The way his eyes moved around the room as if measuring something invisible.Phoebe noticed it too.We were sitting in the sitting room when she leaned closer to me and whispered, “Your husband looks like he is planning a war.”I almost laughed.But the truth was that she was not wrong.Marcus stood near the window speaking quietly with two men from his inner circle. Their voices were low enough that I could not hear the words, but their expressions were serious.Too serious for an ordinary busi