All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, Your Heirs Are Mine! : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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31. Am I Alone?

HARPER: “Hello?” I called as I entered the room. There was no answer. “Is anyone there?” Still no answer. The cabin wasn’t large. A small sitting area occupied most of the space with a wooden table, a few chairs and a fireplace against one wall. Everything looked suspiciously normal. My heart raced in my chest. What if this was actually a trap? I took a step forward and another. You can still go back, I told myself. The room appeared empty then movement caught my eye. I froze. I turned as a figure stepped out from the shadowed corner near the fireplace. The air caught in my throat. “James?” I screamed. Alexander’s assistant looked up from the glass bottle in his hand. He was pouring himself wine. Like actually pouring himself fucking wine? “What the hell?” the words tumble out of me. James' eyes caught mine, his eyes glinting with malice. The corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. “Oh,” he exclaimed. “You’re here.” I blinked. Once. Twice. Was he serious?

32. Liam Is Back

HARPER: I should leave. The thought came to me… the only thing that kept my feet rooted to the spot were the questions that kept on repeating inside my head, who took Ethan’s picture? Who dared use my son against me? That photograph wasn’t random. It wasn’t a coincidence. Someone had been watching us… Ethan and until I knew who and why, I wasn’t going anywhere. After waiting for long hours and my thoughts seeming to drown me, I decided to inspect the room. The living room took up most of the space. A bookshelf lined on the wall with a few paintings hung crookedly. My eyes dropped to a hallway with two doors. One was slightly open. I pushed it wider, revealing a study. Large oak desk. Floor to ceiling bookshelves… I walked further inside, my eyes drifting across the desk. “What the hell?” I gasped. Sitting on the corner of the desk was the ugliest toy I had ever seen. It looked like someone had attempted to combine a rabbit and a demon and the result was horrifying. One

33. Sharing A Bed With My Ex 1

HARPER: I wrapped a towel around Elias’s wet body. My mind was still drifting back to Liam, especially his threat. I wasn’t so sure he was really going to go ahead with his threat but it wasn’t something I could risk. One week. That was all he had given me. One week to find whatever file he wanted from Alexander’s study. My stomach turned. The study might as well have been a vault. Alexander doesn’t allow anyone inside and even if somehow I got through the door, Liam had never told me exactly what I was looking for... except that the file has a red cover. The entire thing was impossible. Yet, Liam didn’t sound worried at all and that confidence unsettled me even more than the threat itself. “Ouch,” Elias screamed, snapping me from my thoughts. I had wrapped the towels around him too tight without thinking. “So sorry baby,” I whispered, loosening it a little. His face relaxed but he didn’t say anything else. I grabbed his arms and led him into his room. His night clothes we

34. Sharing A Bed With My Ex 2

Alexander: “Daddy, sleep with us too,” Elias said obliviously. “Huh?” I asked, pretending not to hear him well at first because I refused to believe that he just asked me to share a bed with him and the nanny and not his mother. I stared at my son and he stared back. The nanny looked at the exchange like she wanted the floor to open and swallow her whole. “Elias…” “No,” the nanny cut me off before I could speak, her voice sharp with embarrassment. She turned to Elias. “Why would you ask your father such a question?” Elias blinked, unfazed. “Because I want him here.” The nanny’s cheeks go red. She shook her head. “That cannot…” Elias pointed to one side of the bed. “Miss Luisa is here.” Then he pointed to the other side, like his demonstration was making sense. “Daddy goes here.” My jaw tightened. The nanny shot me an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, sir.” She started climbing off the bed. “I’ll just leave…” I frowned, my gaze settling on the nanny. “What type of trash have

35. One Pull Away

HARPER: “Get up.” The voice sounded from above me, urgent and familiar. “Get up!” The person said again, shaking my shoulder. I groaned, rolling to my other side but before I could even turn completely, the person turned me to the other side. “Luisa!” My eyes flew open. I didn’t even get to wake up properly before a large hand wrapped around my wrist and I was yanked upward like a rag doll. “What…” I stumbled, my bare feet scraping against the cold floor as he dragged me across the room. Alexander didn’t even answer as his grip tightened, shoving me behind the thick cotton curtains behind the window. I didn’t understand what was going on and Alexander wasn’t explaining. I didn’t have the chance to complain and just did what he asked. “Stay there,” he commanded. “Don’t move.” My throat was raw but I forced myself to ask, “What are you doing?” My heart hammered against my ribs. His hand shot up immediately, pressing his index fingers to my lips. I couldn’t

36. Saved By My Ex-Husband

HARPER:One more pull and my cover would be blown. I almost collapsed against the wall. What should I do? What should I do? I couldn’t move without her noticing me. I held my breath and closed my eyes. Well this was the end. I had hoped I would last long enough for me to make a decision. So, this was how I lost my son. Rowena’s fingers tightened around the fabric. I waited for the air to rush to my face and her eyes locked on mine until…“Baby.” Alexander's voice sliced through the room with calm precision. “Yes?” Rowena answered. Her hands paused around the curtain. Her attention shifted to Alexander. Good. “Come on, I want to talk to you about…” Alexander said, rubbing his chin. “Our wedding. I’d prefer to do that in my study.”Wedding? My eyes narrowed. I thought they were married. So what, they’ve been living together all these years without getting married. I mean, I had thought that with me leaving, Alexander wouldn’t be able to wait to marry Rowena. Then what was the po

37. The Man Behind The Mask

HARPER:The stranger’s hand clamped over my mouth before I could make a sound. “Don’t scream,” he pressed his mouth close to my ears that I could feel the warmth of his breath. “Or you’ll force me to do something we both regret.”My pulse exploded against my ribs. Panic clawed up my throat, begging me to fight, to scream, to do something. But I’d leaned… the hard way that panic made you stupid. Panic got you killed. Don’t fight strength. Fight balance. The words echoed in my mind, from a memory that I had learned in Paris. It all started as something that I wanted to learn for fun… something that would get my mind off of Alexander. I never knew it would come in handy today. I let myself go limp. Just for a second. The arm around my waist loosened almost immediately as the man adjusted his grip, reacting to the sudden dead weight in his arms. That tiny shift was all I needed. I slammed my heel down onto his boot with everything I had. “Fuck…!” he unwillingly screamed. His grip

Caught At The Right Time

HARPER:The silence between us stretched like a wire pulled too tight. Daniel's jaw worked, his eyes fixed somewhere over my shoulder like he was trying to find the right words."Daniel..." I stepped closer. "What did James want with you?"He rubbed the back of his neck, pushing himself off the wall. I had known Daniel for a long time not to trust the words that came off of his mouth next."It was nothing, really." He laughed, but the sound came out wrong. "He just asked me a few questions. Nothing important.""Nothing important?" My eyebrows raised. "Well tell me. I want to hear. ""So... Um..." He moved his hands in front of him nervously. "We met days before he came and uh... We were just talking about boring stuff like, you know, the new gaming stuff I was talking to you about."I crossed my arms. "So, you're telling me that James, Alexander's assistant, tracked you down to talk about games?"He shrugged. "Stranger things have happened.""Daniel.""It's fine, Harper." He waved me

His Tie, My Heart

HARPER:I didn't waste time. I tried to unlock Alexander's phone and surprisingly he hadn't changed his password. My hands trembled as I moved to the messages app and quickly pressed delete.The message vanished like it had never existed.I placed my hands on my chest, trying to calm myself down. Rowena knew. Rowena knew who I was.How?Deleting the text had just bought myself some time. Hours maybe. Days if I was lucky. Time was running out.Breathe, Harper.I placed the phone on the nightstand and forced myself to walk toward the bathroom. Calm, like I wasn't falling apart inside.I turned on the tap and bit down a scream as cold water rushed over my hands. I splashed it on my face, letting the shock ground me.She doesn't know anything for sure. She suspects. That's what I thought. I mean, if she had proof, she would have told him already.But the thought didn't comfort me. Because Rowena wasn't stupid. If she figured out enough to send that message, she was close.I stripped off m

40. Oops! My Ex Saw Me Naked

ALEXANDER:Luisa stormed down the hallway, one hand pressed against her reddening cheek and something inside my chest twisted. Annoyance. That was all it was. Pure, simple annoyance at the scene Rowena had caused. I slammed the door shut behind me, my hands curling into fists at my sides. She slapped her, right in front of me. The thought burned. I didn’t care about the nanny. No, this wasn’t because I cared about her. She was a servant but the audacity… the sheer, disrespectful audacity of Rowena thinking she could act like that in front of me. I raked my hands through my hair. Rowena had always been passionate. It was one of the things I’d loved about her, once upon a time. The way she wore her emotions on her sleeve. The way she fought for what she wanted. But this wasn’t passion. It didn’t make sense. A knock came on the door. I knew who it was immediately. “Go away,” I snapped. The door opened anyway. Rowena stepped inside, her eyes still blazing, her chest heaving with

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