All Chapters of Dear Ex-Husband, Your Heirs Are Mine! : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

HARPER:The secretary's smirk was infuriating especially the way the three of them were looking at me like I was something they'd scraped off their shoes, their eyes dripping with contempt.My hands curled into fists at my sides. I was sure my knuckles had turned white. The disrespect was too much. I mean... If I had his number, I would have surely called him. I stared flatly at the lady standing in the middle whose blue eyes was staring me down. "You should be the one calling him. Not me."She scoffed. I crossed my hands around my chest, waiting for her to pick up the phone an placed the call but she only dragged her chair forward and continued doing whatever she was doing. My eyebrows raised. "Are you going to call him or not?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. "Or are you just going to sit there and waste my time?"She whipped her hair back and looked at her other friends with disbelief, clearly surprised by my audacity. "Excuse me?""You heard me." I leaned forward

HARPER:I lowered myself into the chair across from Liam's desk, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. The leather was cool beneath me, the office silent except for the distant hum of the city outside. I closed my eyes and let out a breath, prepping myself for the words that were about to come out of my mouth. I was going to be vulnerable in front of Liam which wasn't something that was easy to me. I could only talk about what I was going to my friends but if I needed Liam's help, I needed to tell him everything. Liam watched me patiently. He didn't push, didn't demand. I was thankful for it. He just sat there, waiting, giving me the space I needed to find my voice. "I... I gave birth to twins," I finally blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Ethan and Elias. They're brothers. Identical."Liam's eyes narrowed. He tried to keep his expression blank but I saw it before he could hide it, a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Surprise, maybe or understanding. "The question you as

HARPER: I couldn't wait for Liam to handle the DNA sample. Every second that ticked by felt like a lifetime, every moment Elias spent in that house was a risk I couldn't afford to take. I needed to do this myself. I needed to see my son. The Banks mansion loomed in front of me, cold and imposing. I stood at the gate, my heart pounding, my hands trembling. I'd changed my clothes, fixed my hair, tried to look like I belonged here. But inside, I was falling apart. I slipped through the side entrance, the one the staff used, my footsteps silent on the marble floor. The house was quiet, too quiet. I could hear my own heartbeat echoing in my ears. And then I heard it. A cry. Small and broken and terrified. My blood ran cold. I ran toward the sound, my legs moving before my brain could catch up. The door to the living room was open, and I pushed through it, my eyes scanning the scene in front of me. Rowena stood in the center of the room, her face twisted with rage. Her hand w

HARPER:My heart was pounding like a war drum as Ross drove me to the hospital. I clenched my fists around my lap. She had scold me for the tenth time that we'd get to the hospital in a second. I just wasn't patient. I wished we were there already. As we got to the hospital, I burst out of the car and ran through the doors.Ross grabbed my hand, "Harper, take a breath."Take a breath? My son was dying and I should take a breath? I shook my head and exhaled. Ross walked beside me, her hand on my arm, guiding me through the chaos. The hospital was a blur of white walls and florescent lights, of rushing nurses and distant voices. And then I saw him.Ethan was in a small room, his body surrounded by machines, his face pale and still. There was blood on his clothes, on his hands, on the sheets beneath him. Tubes snaked across his body, and a ventilator hissed rhythmically, keeping him alive.I stopped dead in my tracks. My legs wouldn't move. My voice wouldn't work. All I could do was

ALEXANDER: The door to my office burst open without warning. No knock. No announcement. The sound of heavy footsteps filled the room... the sound of someone who believed the rules didn't apply to him. I didn't need to look up to know who it was. Of course, it was my father, Samuel Banks. He strode into the room like he owned it. Like he owned everything. He was dressed in his usual tailored suit, his silver hair perfectly slicked back, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Alexander." He said my name like it was an accusation. I continued signing the document in front of me, my pen moving steadily across the page. "Father. To what do I owe the pleasure?" "Don't play games with me." He settled into the chair across from my desk, crossing one leg over the other. "You've been avoiding me." "I've been busy." I set down my pen, finally meeting his gaze. "The company doesn't run itself." "Don't give me that excuse." His voice was cold, dismissive. "You've been avoiding conversations