Semua Bab Dear Ex-Husband, Your Heirs Are Mine! : Bab 21 - Bab 30

HARPER: 8:00pm. It was late. Elias should already be asleep but according to the head maid, bedtime has become a battle lately. He was finding it hard to sleep. I stopped outside Elias’s bedroom and knocked gently. No response. A small smile touched my lips. He was either sleeping or pretending not to hear me. I pushed the door open. “Elias?” No answer. He wasn’t on the bed either. Where could he be then? I walked further into the room. “Oh my God, Elias,” I whispered as my eyes caught a small figure huddled at the corner of the room. Elias sat curled into himself. His small knees pressed against his chest. His face buried against his arms. He was crying. Something inside me cracked. I crossed the room in seconds. I watched his shoulders stiffen. He lifted his head slowly. His eyes were red. God. I immediately crouched beside him. “What happened?” He looked away and I softened my voice. “Hey, Elias.” His lower lip trembled but he still did not s

HARPER: "I can do whatever I want to everyone in this house." Rowena planted her hands on her hips. "Alexander is my husband. He loves me. He would never choose anyone over me or Elias." I glared at her. "Actually..." She waved me off, turning toward James. "Let's test your theory." James shifted his stance. "What?" "You were there." Rowena's voice turned sweet... the fake kind. "She just accused me of mistreating my own son. Is that true?" James swallowed. "I..." I curled my hands into fists. Say it. Tell her what you saw. But James looked at the floor. "Did you see me hurt anyone?" Rowena pressed. "No. But..." "That's all." She cut him off. Coward. But I understood. James's paycheck came from the Banks family. Not from me. Not from the truth. If Rowena wanted me gone, she could make it happen. And if I left... What would happen to Elias? Who would protect him? Certainly not Rowena. The idea was enough to make me sick. I looked at the boy hiding behind me. His tiny fi

Harper: Rowena. It had to be Rowena. I stood frozen in my room, the photograph still clenched tightly in my hand as my heart pounded against my ribs. She must have taken this after I threatened her. Did that mean she knew about Ethan a long time ago? No, if she had, why would she act surprised when I threatened her? It didn't make sense. But if it wasn't Rowena. Who else could it be? Who else knew enough to threaten me with Ethan? Who else had the motive and the resources? The note trembled between my fingers. The more I read the note, the more it seemed more threatening. My stomach twisted. The only sensible person I could come up with was Rowena. She couldn't fire me because of the evidence I had but she could scare me. She could remind me that she wasn't powerless. A lump formed in my throat. I couldn't stop staring at the picture. Although the picture was taken from far away, whoever had taken it had been close enough to see his face clearly. Fear crawled down my spine.

Alexander: "N-no, it's not..." Luisa said, pushing the chair back so fast it nearly tipped over. Her cheeks flushed red like she had been caught doing something unforgivable. Before she could dig herself deeper, I cut her off. "It's nothing," I snapped, raking my hands through my hair. Luisa looked at me from the side and swallowed. The truth was I shouldn't have touched her. I shouldn't have held her waist. I shouldn't have noticed how soft she felt. But she had been falling, what exactly was I supposed to do? Rowena burst into laughter. She took careful steps toward Luisa. I moved to stop her but then James grabbed my hand and shook his head. Don't. His expression said it all. If I stepped in now, it would look like I actually cared about the nanny which I did not. Rowena grabbed Luisa's chin, the corner of her lips curving up. "Is that true nanny?" She muttered. "My husband said it's nothing." I rubbed my temple. A headache was already forming behind my eyes.

HARPER: Fuck. Why was James here? How did he know Daniel’s home? Had he found something about me? Was this the end? “Harper,” Daniel’s voice snapped me from the racing thoughts in my head. “We need to move.” My heart started beating fast… way too fast. This could not be happening. “Oh Gods” I whispered, the words escaping before I could stop them. “Harper.” “Oh God.” I said again, louder this time, laced with panic. “Harper.” “I heard you the first time!” I snapped. Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose, a gesture I was beginning to recognize as his tell, the sign that I was pushing him to the edge of his very limited patience. He stepped toward me, packing my stuff into my bag and pushed it into my hands. “There is a back exit. Come with me.” I was already moving, my body responding before my brain caught up. Daniel practically shoved me toward the hallway, his hand firm against my shoulder blade, propelling me forward. “Don’t stop.” I nodded. I couldn’t