All Chapters of His other woman : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

I've faced million-dollar mergers, hostile boardrooms, and full-blown scandals. But none of that prepared me for the battlefield that is trying to get three four-year-olds dressed and out the door by 7:30 a.m.The moment the doctor walked into the room to check on Megan, I turned into the backup parent. How hard could it be, right? Wrong. So very, very wrong.First, I entered their room like I was walking into enemy territory. Lily was standing on her bed singing some song about jellyfish, Layla was in the closet talking to herself-and possibly a ghost-and Lacey had somehow managed to get toothpaste in her hair without even brushing her teeth yet."Alright," I clapped, trying to sound like I had authority. "Let's go, little humans. Time to get dressed."They looked at me like I just told them Santa wasn't real."I wanna wear my princess dress!" Layla said, pulling out a glittery blue monstrosity."You're going to school, not a royal ball.""I am a princess," she pouted and I rolled m

The witch stepped over the broken glass like she was floating, slow and deliberate, her eyes locked on me with that all-too-familiar gleam that said she was about to ruin my morning with nothing but her mouth.“Well, well, well,” she drawled, lips curled in a smirk as dangerous as it was distracting. “Look what the cat dragged in.” She planted both hands on her hips, hip cocked to the side in that infuriatingly smug way that made me want to throttle her.Behind her, the girl who opened the door scrambled to clean up the shattered glass like it was a crime scene. She looked nervous, but Aria? Aria was calm. Calculated. And enjoying every second of my discomfort.Her eyes narrowed, flicking over me like I was some roach she found in her cereal. “To what do I owe this displeasure? Did His Royal Highness miss his way or something?”I clenched my jaw, trying not to snap. My fists curled at my sides, and I had to mentally count to five just to keep from storming out and slamming her damn d

I dragged a hand through my hair and let out a frustrated growl. Fuck! This woman was driving me insane. Completely and utterly unhinged.Okay. Breathe.Relax, Ace. She’s just a woman. Just a woman. I’ve dealt with worse... Actually I haven't. This is all too weird for me.The house is big enough. I can avoid her like the damn plague. Hell, I’ll have my bodyguards trail me around the house if I have to. No contact. No moments alone. Just business.Yeah… I can handle this.With a heavy sigh, I turned and walked back toward the house. I hadn’t even reached the doorbell when it flew open.And there she was.Standing in the doorway like she’d been waiting. A smirk stretched across her face, pure wicked triumph dancing in her eyes.She had me.Exactly where she wanted me.I hate her.I hate how much she’s winning right now.But most of all—I hate that I need her.“Did you change your mind?” she asked, her voice way too smug for my liking.I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles popped.

When I got to the mansion, thankfully, I wasn’t late. I knocked lightly and the door swung open a few seconds later—revealing Mr. Grumpy himself. Seriously, doesn’t this man ever smile? It’s not even 7 a.m. and somehow, even with that permanent scowl, he still looks like he walked off the cover of a billionaire bachelor magazine. Life really isn’t fair.“Morning!” I greeted, bright and chirpy, flashing him my best smile.He didn’t return it. Of course not. Instead, his dark gaze dropped to the three massive suitcases at my feet. His frown somehow managed to deepen.“Did you pack your whole damn apartment?” he asked, voice dry with just the right amount of judgment to get under my skin.I blinked innocently. “Oh no, these are just my clothes.”“Doubt it,” he muttered under his breath.I gasped dramatically. “Excuse you. I happen to have a very layered sense of fashion.”“Whatever.” He turned and walked back inside like I wasn’t standing there with three monstrous suitcases.“Uh, hell

He walked in like a man who fought three wars in traffic-and lost all of them. I didn't look up. The dating show I was watching was cringe, but still less irritating than anything that would come out of his mouth.So I ignored him when he walked in, eyes still glued to the trainwreck on TV. If I looked up, I might actually acknowledge his presence, and tonight I just wasn't feeling generous.But of course, Mr. Grumpy couldn't walk by without making his existence known."Why are you here?" he asked suddenly.I blinked, tore my gaze away from the screen, and gave him a blank look. "What do you mean? I live here now." I even gave him a little duh head tilt for good measure."I know that," he said, jaw tightening. "I meant why are you in my living room at this time? Shouldn't you be asleep like everyone else?"I raised a brow. "Is there a bedtime policy I missed? Do I need a hall pass to get a snack after eleven? Or should I wear an ankle monitor too? Please don't tell me there is a rul