All Chapters of Call Me Fake Heiress? Now I Bought My Ex's Company: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Try anything funny Missy, and I’ll put a hole in you right here and now.”Mirena tensed for only a fraction of a second the moment she heard those words.Through the faint reflection on her car’s tinted glass, she caught a clearer view of the man behind her—taller than she’d first estimated, shoulders broad beneath a dark hoodie, cap pulled low, mask stretched from the bridge of his nose down to his neck.His grip around her neck was firm but calculated, not crushing, just enough to remind her who supposedly had control.Then movement flickered at the edge of her vision and her eyes shifted slightly to the left just in time to see someone step out from behind the front of her car.Then, another movement moved from her right and another emerged, flanking her car like predators closing a circle.Unlike the first man, their masks were different—black fabric splashed with crude graffiti in yellow and blue, the paint cracked and uneven, like it had been done hastily. It was almost theatri

Mirena’s words stunned the guys for a second.But just as quickly, they recovered, anger flashing across the first guy’s face. He tightened his grip on the gun and angled it directly at her.“The job was just to teach you a lesson,” he said coldly. “But I think she’ll be really pleased to learn that you’re no longer going to be a problem to her.”For a brief moment, the warehouse went unnaturally still as they waited for Mirena to panic.Mirena, however, was waiting for timing.Silence stretched, thick and suffocating, the kind that made even breathing feel too loud.Then, in the blink of an eye, Mirena kicked her foot forward, sending a sharp spray of sand straight into the first guy's face.“Argh! My fucking eyes!” he screamed, staggering back instinctively.Mirena didn’t waste a single second.She spun and dashed for cover, diving behind a stack of wooden crates just as gunfire exploded through the warehouse.The deafening crack of shots echoed off the metal walls. Splinters flew a

Mirena tensed the moment Alexander’s hand tightened around her.For a second, she didn’t know how to react. She stayed completely still, eyes widening just a fraction as surprise crossed her face.Wasn’t he supposed to be sick? What… what was he even doing here? She thought, trying to pull back.“Alexander,” she called.However, instead of letting go, his grip tightened.Her frown deepened. “Alexander,” she called again, tugging harder this time, but it made no difference. He held her like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go.Locked in his arms, Mirena’s eyes flicked past his shoulder. Only then did she notice it—the way everyone nearby was pretending not to stare. Men turning their heads just a second too late. Others covering their mouths, whispering behind their hands. Surprise, curiosity, and something dangerously close to awe lingered in their expressions.Mirena clicked her tongue softly.With a sharp pull, she finally forced some distance between them. Alexander released

Everything around Mirena blurred together.One moment, she had Alexander in her arms, holding onto him while Jeremy’s voice echoed somewhere far away—muffled, distant and almost meaningless.The next moment, flashing lights painted the night red and blue as an ambulance screeched to a halt.In seconds, the paramedics hopped out of the ambulance and raced towards her under the guidance of one of the men in black.Then, with efficiency, Alexander was pulled from her and placed on a stretcher, then rolled towards the ambulance.Mirena stood and followed. She climbed into the back of the ambulance without hesitation and stayed beside him, her eyes locked on his face as color slowly drained from it.The rise and fall of his chest, the faint tension in his brows and the shallow breaths all made her chest tighten painfully.When he groaned, she bit her inner lip, hard, not even realizing she was frowning—hard—until Alexander spoke.“You look like a scrooge,” he muttered, voice hoarse, strain

Mirena should have been surprised.It wasn’t normal—waking up and getting kissed by your supposed rival who had taken a bullet for you.Nothing about it was normal.Yet, she wasn’t surprised.Frozen, yes. Eyes wide, breath stalled and body still as stone. Yes.But shocked? No.It was almost as if her body had grown used to his kisses.She remained unmoving, feeling the slow, deliberate pressure of Alexander’s lips against hers. The warmth. The faint heat of his breath. The steady, unhurried way he kissed her like he had all the time in the world and the shivers that ran down her spine.Then, after a moment, he pulled back—just enough to create a sliver of space between them.His lavender eyes met hers and noticed immediately.There was no panic, none of her usual outrage or attempt to slap him.Just that calm, unreadable gaze.Amusement flickered faintly in his eyes.“What was that for?” Mirena asked, voice flat and controlled, almost indifferent.Alexander held her gaze for a second