All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, Your Heirs Are Mine! : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

HARPER:The Banks mansion looked different in the daylight. Smaller. Less imposing. Or maybe it was just me. Maybe I'd finally stopped being afraid of it.I stood at the gates, my hands clenched at my sides, my heart pounding. Liam was beside me, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my emotions."Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low.I nodded, my eyes fixed on the house. "Let's do this."We walked through the gates, our steps measured, our expressions unreadable. The guards didn't try to stop us. They just watched, their eyes wide with confusion and fear.Word had spread. Everyone knew what was coming.The front door opened, and Alexander stepped out. He looked terrible—his eyes were red, his hair disheveled, his clothes wrinkled. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in days."Harper," he said, his voice cracking. "What are you doing here?"I didn't answer. I just walked past him, into the house."Harper...""Where is he?" I asked, my voice flat."Harper, please...""Where

HARPER:The morning light filtered through the curtains, warm and golden. I lay in bed, my body still tangled in the sheets, my mind still replaying the kiss from the night before.Liam's lips on mine. His hands on my waist. The way he'd looked at me like I was something precious.I smiled, pressing my face into the pillow. It had been so long since I'd felt this way. So long since I'd allowed myself to hope for something more than survival.But hope was dangerous. I knew that better than anyone.A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts."Come in."Liam stepped inside, already dressed, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looked at me with those warm eyes, and my heart stuttered."Morning," he said, his voice soft."Morning."He walked to the bed, handing me the coffee. "I thought you might need this."I took it, our fingers brushing. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I saw the same awareness flicker in his eyes."Thank you."He sat on the edge of the bed, his presence comforta

LIAM:We burst through the door, and the world stopped.Ethan and Elias were huddled in the corner of a dark room, their small bodies pressed together, their faces pale and tear-streaked. A man stood over them, his gun pointed at their heads."Don't move," he barked, his eyes darting between us. "I'll shoot. I swear to God, I'll shoot."Harper stepped forward, her hands raised. "Please. Please don't hurt them. They're just children.""Stay back!" The man's voice was shaking. "I'll do it. I'll kill them."I assessed the situation in a heartbeat. The man was nervous, his grip on the gun unsteady. He wasn't a professional. He was a hired thug, probably paid to keep watch. That made him unpredictable. Dangerous.Alexander moved beside me, his body tense. "Let them go," he said, his voice low. "This isn't what you want. You don't want to hurt children.""Shut up!" The man swung the gun toward Alexander. "I said stay back!"I used the distraction. In one fluid motion, I lunged forward, grab

HARPER:The car ride back to Liam's mansion was quiet, but it was a different kind of quiet than before. Not the heavy, suffocating silence of fear and uncertainty. This was softer. Calmer. The silence of a storm that had finally passed.I sat in the back seat, Ethan curled against my left side, Elias pressed against my right. Their small bodies were warm, their breathing slow and even. They'd fallen asleep within minutes of leaving the mansion, exhausted from the ordeal.I couldn't stop touching them. My fingers traced through Ethan's hair, down Elias's arm, across their small hands. I needed to feel them. Needed to know they were real. That they were safe.The tears came quietly, sliding down my cheeks without warning. I didn't try to stop them. I just let them fall, a release of everything I'd been holding in for so long.Liam glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his eyes soft with concern. He didn't say anything. He just reached back, his hand finding mine, his fingers squeezing

HARPER:Six months later.The sun was setting over the garden, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I sat on the patio, a glass of wine in my hand, watching my sons play.Ethan was chasing Elias around the lawn, their laughter filling the air. They'd grown so much in the past few months—taller, happier, more confident. The shadows that had once haunted their eyes were gone, replaced by the light of childhood.Liam appeared beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist. "They're going to sleep well tonight.""They're going to sleep well for the next week." I leaned into him, my head resting on his shoulder. "I don't know where they get the energy.""From you." He kissed my temple. "You're the most energetic person I know.""I'm the most exhausted person you know.""Same thing."I laughed, the sound easy and free. It was a sound I was still getting used to. A sound I hadn't heard from myself in years."You know," I said, my voice soft, "six months ago, I never thought I'd be her