All Chapters of From My Ex's Betrayal To His Father's Bed: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

JULIAThe laughter of children filled the garden like music, bright and unstoppable. I stood beside Marcus, my hand resting lightly on his arm as we watched Julian and Malachi tear into the mountain of presents piled on the picnic table. Wrapping paper flew everywhere in colorful explosions, the boys’ excited squeals making my heart feel too big for my chest. Being the wife of the most powerful mafia boss in the underground world had its shadows, but it also came with a quiet kind of respect that I had slowly grown to appreciate. The families we were allied with had become more than business partners over the years. They had become friends especially now that I had stepped fully into motherhood. The women who had once kept a respectful distance now treated me like one of their own.Natalia stood to my left, her three-year-old daughter, Sofia, clinging to her leg while watching the boys with wide, curious eyes. Sofia was three years older than the twins and already had that graceful

JULIA“Ahh!”I moaned into his mouth, my hands flying up to clutch at his shirt, fingers twisting in the fabric. My heart fluttered wildly in my chest, arousal flooding through me so fast my knees felt weak. It really had been too long. Weeks of stolen touches, quick kisses, and the boys always finding their way into our bed, leaving us both aching and frustrated.“Marcus…” I gasped when he finally pulled back just enough to let me breathe, his forehead resting against mine.“Fuck, Julia,” he growled, voice low and rough with that sulky, hungry edge I loved so much. “I’ve missed you. Missed this. Those little monsters keep sneaking into our bed every damn night and I can barely touch you. I’m going crazy for you, Julia. I need you so fucking bad.”His hands were already moving, sliding down my sides and gripping my hips hard enough to make me whimper. He kissed me again, deeper this time, one hand cupping the back of my neck while the other tugged at the zipper of my dress. The fabri

PHOEBEThe soft afternoon light filtered through the large windows of the twins’ playroom, casting a warm glow over the colorful rugs and scattered toys. I sat cross-legged on the floor, helping Julian stack his favorite building blocks into a tall, wobbly tower while Malachi zoomed a toy car around us, making engine noises with his mouth. At four years old, the boys were a handful, but the best kind of handful.Ever since Julia gave birth five years ago, my role in the Lucchesi household had completely changed. I was no longer just her best friend handling her needs. I am officially promoted to being one of the twins’ bestest nannies, working alongside Mira, the other most trusted member of the staff!Marcus and Julia had chosen us specifically because they knew we would protect their sons with our lives. The pay had skyrocketed and I'm making more money than I ever dreamed possible, enough that I could honestly say I felt rich. I have my own savings account, a cute little apartme

JULIAThe morning sun was bright and warm as we loaded the last of the picnic baskets into the back of the large SUV. Marcus had insisted on taking the biggest vehicle we owned. The one with the reinforced frame and enough space for all of us because, in his words, “Safety first, always.” I couldn’t argue with that. Not after everything we had been through.Today is a picnic day.A simple, perfect family outing that felt like a dream come true after the years of healing. Marcus, the twins, Phoebe, Mira, Mom, and Dad. All of us together, leaving the mansion behind for a few hours of fresh air, laughter, and good food. The boys were bouncing with excitement, their little backpacks already slung over their shoulders, filled with snacks and toys they insisted on bringing.“Mommy, can we bring the red ball?” Malachi asked, tugging at my dress with his energetic little hand. He was the more active one, always running, always full of life, his dark hair messy even though I had combed it ju

JULIAI woke up and felt a heavy, queasy feeling that had settled in my stomach. I lay there for a long moment, one hand resting on my belly out of habit.The nausea was different this time, not the violent kind I remembered from my first pregnancy, but a persistent, rolling discomfort that made even the thought of food feel wrong.I sat up slowly, careful not to wake Marcus, but the bed was already empty. He had left early for work again, as he often did these days. The spot beside me was cool, the pillow still slightly indented from where his head had been. A small pang of sadness hit me, sharper than usual. I missed him at breakfast. I missed his quiet presence, the way he would kiss the top of my head and make sure I ate something before he left. I padded downstairs in my robe, the house already alive with the sounds of the morning. The twins were at the dining table, their little voices chattering happily as they ate their regular breakfast. Crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, and st