All Chapters of His Ex Mistress, His Enemy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Sunlight, Coffee, and Consequences

I didn’t know if the universe was comforting me or screwing with me, but for the first time in… what, four years? I’d actually slept. Deeply. No dreams. No nightmares sneaking in through half-conscious thoughts about utility bills or nine-digit divorce settlements.Just warmth.Warmth that wrapped around my neck, pressed against my chest, weighed down half my body.I cracked my eyes open.Seven a.m. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, drawing faint stripes across the wall.And between the tangled sheets and pillows scattered god knows where, there was a small head with messy black hair and questionable morning breath resting right under my jaw.Ash.His mouth hung slightly open. One tiny arm was slung across me like I was his personal human plushie. His breathing was slow, steady, peaceful..and hey, at least he hadn’t ripped one in his sleep like he’d threatened last night.But what really made me forget how to breathe for two whole seconds was the little foot sticking out to the o

Conflict of Interest

The elevator chimed cheerfully on the twenty-fourth floor, a sound way too bright for a morning this heavy.I stepped out, heels clicking against the marble corridor like quiet threats. My black blazer fit perfectly across my shoulders, my lipstick hadn’t moved even though the world was on fire, and the coffee in my right hand? Black. Like my mood.Sophia waited by the conference room door, her face pale like she’d just watched a true-crime doc that hit too close to home.“They’re all inside,” she whispered. “Mr. Langdon, Ms. Meijer, even the Director of Internal Ethics.”I raised an eyebrow. “Wow. Full house.”“Dianna... they look serious.”“If they start throwing around the word ‘firm integrity,’ toss them my billable hours report. That usually shuts people up for at least thirty seconds.”I pushed the door open.Six people. All seated around an oval mahogany table big enough to host the egos of a small country. Laptops open. Notepads glowing. Faces set in grave expressions, their t

The Ten-Second Truce

I opened my office door and walked in without turning on the lights. Morning sunlight from the window was enough. But before I could drop into my chair and curse everyone in my life, footsteps followed behind me.Zane.Of course he came in uninvited. Quiet. Disrespectful of privacy as a concept."You’ve got ten seconds before I throw a stapler hole punch at your face."He closed the door behind him. "So I still have nine to compliment you."I dropped my bag on the desk. "You handled the media?""I did.""As in handled handled, or made it worse but with style?"He perched on the edge of my desk like always, turning a piece of high-end furniture into a prop from a cheap mafia film. "Romano Enterprises’ PR released a statement to every outlet this morning. A very boring version. We denied everything, called the photos old, and said you were an independent mediator."I squinted. "Mediator? That’s worse than lawyer. At least lawyer sounds competent. Mediator sounds like an aunt from a book

Calm before Strom

My phone was still in my hand, the screen glowing with a contact that looked way too familiar: ERICK 🌈🧚I hit call and leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming against the desk like I was building a case in my head.The line rang once. Twice.“I hope this call is to thank me for saving your kid from a marshmallow overdose,” Erick said, his voice bright but carrying that edge of exhaustion only people who’d spent over two hours with Ash would understand.I rubbed my temple. “He’s still alive?”“Alive. Sweaty. And currently trying to reprogram my home audio system because, apparently, ‘Alexa doesn’t speak dinosaur.’”Something crashed in the background. Then—“MAAAARITZAAA! SPAGHETTIII’S IN THE FRIDGEEE! HE WANTS CHOCOLAAATE!”My eyes shut. “Why is he yelling like he’s leading a labor strike?”“Because he can’t find the TV remote and thinks we’re hiding it as a form of domestic oppression.”Zane sat on my office couch, one leg casually crossed over the other, that lazy look on his f

Professional Misconduct, Probably

The notification tone sliced through the air. Incoming call. AMELIA.I stared at the screen for a few seconds, debating whether to let it go to voicemail. But if I didn’t pick up now, she’d call Sophia next. Then HQ. Then probably CNN.I hit accept.“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!”Ah. Polite as always.“I’m in the middle of—”“You think this is funny, Dianna? Parading around with Zane, playing happy family, when you’re MY LAWYER?!”I pinched the bridge of my nose.“This isn’t part of the contract, you know?” she went on, voice climbing. “You’re supposed to be on my side! At least pretend you’re not sleeping under the same roof as my soon-to-be ex-husband in public!”“First of all,” I muttered, “I’m in the bedroom. He’s on the couch.”Zane glanced up from the sofa, one eyebrow lifted, looking way too amused for someone causing international drama.“He swore yesterday,” I continued calmly, “no paparazzi. Said all routes were clear. Turns out one of the damn baristas at that brunch place—”

Love Child with a Water Gun

The key turned in my apartment door, and before I could take my last breath as a sane human being, one voice sliced through the wall.“Papiii! I need the hose that can explode!”I exhaled hard. Not because I was tired. Because I knew what waited on the other side of that door: a private universe busier than Congress.The moment I pushed the door open, chaos.Soap bubbles were leaking from under the bathroom door. Great. Maybe they’d just turned the bathtub into a war zone. Spaghetti jumped from the couch onto the dining table, his tail streaking by like a comet. Marble and Pepper were clawing each other under the TV stand, while Mama Mozzarella stood near the fridge wearing the feline version of despair.And in the middle of it all...Ash. Underwear. Soaked. Holding a neon water gun. Standing on a kitchen chair like some cartoon hero.“Mamiiii!”I barely managed to close the door before his little body slammed into me, water dripping from his hair onto what used to be my dry shirt.“Lo

The Tea Went Cold First

My tea had gone cold, but I drank it anyway. My tongue didn’t complain. My body was too busy counting how many times my blood pressure had spiked since morning.In the kitchen, Maritza was holding Ash’s shoe, scrubbing it with baby soap. “Spaghetti picked the most expensive pair,” she grumbled, lifting the white sneaker toward the light. The inside glowed with a yellowish disaster. “Apparently the litter box isn’t a worthy institution.”I raised my cup and took another sip.From the hallway came the clatter of Legos. Then laughter. “I’m a dinosaur!”“You’re not a dinosaur, sweetheart. You’re... a three-headed cat hungry for power.”“That’s cooler!”Zane. His voice came from Ash’s room. Easy. Warm. And for some reason, something inside me softened, too warm for this season.A notification lit up on my phone. One message from Sophia. Only three words, but enough to make me want to pour the tea over my own head.‘Oh shit, Di.’My breath caught. I swiped the screen. Another message popped

Castle Romano and the Split Queen

Zane POVThe sky above Ash’s balcony hung heavy, a dark gray that promised rain though it hadn’t started yet. The city pulsed in the distance, blurred by a thin mist lifting off the rooftops.“Tomorrow morning. Nine. Bring that stubborn body of yours to the house.”Zach’s voice always landed like an order even when he sounded lazy. The oldest Romano is pacing pressure behind every word, never needing to raise his tone. He’d given commands to people who’d rather die than argue.“Why?” I asked, my right hand knuckling the balcony railing, my eyes still on the garden below.“There’s movement,” he said. “Old faces. You need to see for yourself.”The playground was empty. Dianna’s porch light glowed soft, yellow. But I could see everything clearly. Double gate. CCTV. Two guards from my old agency. Still, something didn’t sit right.“Zane?”“Yeah. I’m coming.”I heard Zach exhale on the other end.“One more thing,” I added.“Say it.”“Increase security at Dianna’s house. Two people, full sh

The Morning We Forgot the War

Zane POVTiny, hurried footsteps announced the arrival of two forces of chaos no less dangerous than Zoe.“Ay, mi corazón!” The voice came before I saw her. Mama.She swept in from the south hallway, linen dress fluttering like she’d just stepped out of a high-end telenovela. Her hair was pinned up, full of volume, like she’d been waiting all morning for a shampoo-commercial moment. Her arms opened wide, eyes sparkling when she spotted Ash.“Mi niño hermoso!”Ash didn’t stand a chance. He was hugged, kissed, hugged again, then gently shaken like a living snow globe.“I... I think I’m out of air,” he whispered from inside the hold.“Oh, you’re getting so big! So handsome! Look at those cheeks—ay, I could fry them with love!”I bit back a grin.Behind me, Zach pretended to gag. “He’s still a kid, Ma. Don’t make him your next cooking experiment.”“I made churros and pancakes and huevos rancheros this morning! You want them all?” Mama cupped Ash’s face between her hands, her smile wide en

Say Nothing, Do Everything

The morning had started to warm, though the breeze from the pine garden still carried a crisp chill.After bribing the kids with extra churros and promises of backyard adventures, Zach and I sat on the side terrace. A small table between us, two half-empty espresso cups, and silence that hung like the pause before a storm.Zach crossed one leg over the other, eyes on the artificial lake shimmering beyond the trees. “The Merciers are getting aggressive.”I didn’t answer. Lifted my cup, took a slow sip. Bitter. Sharp.“Like rats sniffing cheese. Except the cheese is Romano Imperium’s stock.”A low sound escaped my throat. “Not just the stock. They want everything Amelia ever touched. Name, power, money. Including Dianna.”Zach snorted. “Dianna doesn’t belong to anyone.”I looked at him, quiet. “She’s their lawyer.”“Not for long.”I nodded. “They’ll force her to step back. Legal pressure, ethics committees, gossip, smear campaigns. Take your pick.”Zach spun the tiny spoon between his f

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