All Chapters of MATED TO MY EX’S FATHER : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER 29ATHENA’S LITTLE SECRETPOV: AthenaI used to believe that getting what you wanted was supposed to make you happy.Apparently, nobody had told Roman Volkov that.Or perhaps he simply didn’t care.When Roman chose me in front of the entire pack, I thought my life was finally falling into place. For years, I had watched Isla receive the attention I wanted, the affection I craved, and the sympathy she somehow managed to earn even when she had done nothing to deserve it.Then Roman chose me.He chose me over her.And for a little while, I felt like I had finally won.But lately, I had started wondering whether winning meant anything if the person beside you was barely paying attention.“Your Highness, would you like me to bring your dinner to your room?”I looked up from the book I had been pretending to read.Mrs. Denver stood near the doorway, waiting for my answer.“No. I’ll eat with Roman.”She hesitated.“His Highness is still in a meeting.”“Then I’ll wait.”“Of course.”S

CHAPTER 31THE WOMAN IN THE MIRRORPOV: IslaThe bracelet was lying beneath my bedroom door.For several seconds, I simply stared at it.It was silver, with a thin chain and a small oval charm. Nothing about it looked particularly special to someone who didn’t know its history.But I knew it.I would recognize that bracelet anywhere.It belonged to my mother.My fingers trembled as I picked it up. The metal felt cold against my palm, and the little charm caught the light from the bedside lamp.“No,” I whispered.It couldn’t be.I hadn’t seen this bracelet since my parents died. Aunt Clara had searched through their belongings, packed what she considered useful, and thrown away most of the things she thought were worthless.I remembered crying when I realized the bracelet was missing. My mother had worn it almost every day, and she used to let me try it on when I was little.I had begged Aunt Clara to help me find it.She told me it was just an old piece of jewelry and that I needed to

CHAPTER 33BEFORE YOU LEAVEPOV: RyanThe report was still sitting on my desk when I heard a knock on the door.I had read the same three lines so many times that the words were beginning to blur.Prince Roman has attended four private meetings with members of the opposition.Four meetings.My son had been meeting with men who might be plotting against my kingdom, and I had no idea what he wanted from them.I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my face.I had spent years dealing with threats from other kingdoms. I had fought wars, survived betrayals, and watched men smile at me while planning to put a knife in my back.But somehow, the possibility of my own son becoming part of the problem felt worse than all of them.Another knock pulled me from my thoughts.“Come in.”The door opened, and Isla stepped inside.She was wearing a simple dress that stopped above her knees, with her hair falling around her shoulders. There was nothing special about what she wore, yet I found myself starin

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVETHE LAST NIGHT AT CRESCENT ESTATE Isla’s POVI never thought I would hate packing a suitcase this much.Usually, packing meant something exciting was about to happen. But this?This felt like I was packing pieces of my life into a bag and hoping they would still be there when I returned.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the open suitcase in front of me.Two pairs of training trousers. Three shirts. A jacket. My toiletries. A few books Leon had recommended I read before arriving.Everything was ready.Except me.I picked up a shirt, folded it, then unfolded it because apparently, my brain had decided that folding clothes was an impossible task.“This is ridiculous,” I muttered.“Talking to your clothes now?”I jumped.Peter stood in my doorway, holding a small bag in one hand and wearing the most annoying grin I had ever seen.“Do you people in this estate know how to knock?”“I knocked.”“When?”“Spiritually.”I threw a rolled-up sock at him.He caught it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENTHE LIBRARY OF LOST BLOOD Isla’s POVThe first thing I noticed about Leon’s kingdom was the silence.Not the uncomfortable kind that filled a room after someone said something embarrassing. It was different. Peaceful, almost.The carriage moved along a smooth stone road, passing tall trees and old buildings covered in climbing flowers. Beyond them stood houses with pointed roofs, open markets, and little shops where people gathered to talk. A group of children ran past a fountain, laughing as one of them chased a ball that had rolled into the street.Everything looked so normal.No guards shouting orders. No soldiers watching every corner. No servants rushing around because someone important was coming.For a moment, I almost forgot that I was entering another kingdom because of a power I barely understood.Almost.My fingers moved to the silver bracelet around my wrist.My mother’s bracelet.I still didn’t understand how it had found its way beneath my bedroom d