All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, Your Heirs Are Mine! : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ALEXANDER:Her body pressed against mine, and I couldn’t fucking move. The towel had shifted further, revealing the curve of her shoulder, the slope of her collarbone. Her lips were so close. If I leaned up a little, I could kiss her. I could taste her. I could…What the hell am I thinking? She was a servant. She worked for me. She was nothing. No one. And yet I couldn’t look away. Her eyes were wide, dark, full of something I couldn’t name. Fear, maybe. Or confusion or something else entirely. Something that made my blood run hot. My eyes dropped lower without meaning to. I couldn’t help it. A small mark appeared on her chest, just above the swell of her breast. A birthmark. I froze. It was small, barely visible. I’d seen that mark before. Harper. I’d seen it on the first night that we had both shared together and that mark was also in the exact same spot. I reached for the towel, my fingers brushing against the fabric and I began to pull. “Stop! Luisa screamed in panic, scr

HARPER:I dropped my phone on the nightstand. I had spent thirty minutes of my morning catching up with Ethan and Daniel. I was just so happy that they were doing fine and lucky for me, Ethan hadn’t asked about his daddy today. Saved me the stress of trying to come up with a lie. I couldn’t keep on lying to him forever. I would tell him the truth about Alexander on his fifth year birthday. At least then he would be older. I quickly put on my uniform. I went to the mirror above my dresser and felt a twist of guilt in my stomach. “You’re really going to do this,” I whispered. I shook my head. Of course. What other choice did I have? Liam had made it clear. One week for me to get the file or he’d tell Alexander everything. Would he really do that though? I had no idea and I couldn’t gamble on it. There was nothing Alexander could do or say that would make me change my mind. It wouldn’t matter. I was getting that file for Liam and I was getting it today. I paced the small room,

HARPER:The moment I was sure Alexander and James were gone, I was already on my foot, sprinting toward the door. I cracked the door open a little, just enough to peer into the hallway. Thank God. It was empty. I couldn’t imagine otherwise. I slipped out carefully, closing the door behind me. The file was pressed against my chest like it was a precious thing… in a way, it was. Because if I didn’t deliver this file to Liam, I couldn’t imagine what would happen then. I didn’t run because running would attract attention. So, I just walked fast instead, my heart pounding in my ears. The staff quarters were in the west wing. I had to cross the main hall, pass the dining room and navigate the corridor where the maids always lingered. One wrong turn, one suspicious glance and everything would fall apart. Shit. As I stepped into the dining room, I saw Alexander. Alexander’s back was facing me and he was saying something to James. My chest tightened. I swallowed. I stepped back. What wa

HARPER:His tongue pushed deeper into my mouth. A small moan escaped my mouth despite myself. The last thing I expected was a kiss but oh God he tasted of mint and coffee. My body leaned closer to him and his hand wove into my hair, gripping it tight… not too tight to hurt. He angled my head to the side so that he could go deeper. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t want him. But damn, I had never been kissed like this before. When has anyone looked at me like I was something worth devouring?The moment his lips connected with mine, I forgot everything that I was supposed to do and not. Because I didn’t understand how I allowed him to kiss me. I should have pushed him away the moment his lips touched mine. Should have shoved him back, screamed at him and made it clear that I wasn’t interested. But my body had betrayed me, leaning into him instead of pulling away and now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The heat of his mouth. The strength of his hands on my waist. The way he had

HARPER:“Sleep would definitely be better than eating your food,” I said, crossing my arms. “I don’t even know if you can cook. For all I know, you could poison me.”Liam clutched his chest, a dramatic display of hurt that would have been comical if it wasn’t so infuriating. “You wound me, Harper. Truly. You’re only saying that because you haven’t tasted my food yet.”I placed my arms on my hip. “Is that so?”“It would be an honour to cook for you,” he bowed slightly, a mocking gesture that made me want to throw something at him. “Just sit back, relax and prepare to have your mind blown.”James, who had settled into a chair at the dining table, was only wearing long pants now with a towel draped around his neck. His wet clothes were draped over a nearby chair. He looked up, a grin spreading across his face. “He’s not wrong, you know.” James gestured toward Liam with his thumb. “The guy can cook. Like, really cook.”“Hmm,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You don’t believe me, do you?” he