All Chapters of My Prodigal Ex-Husband Wants Me Back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELIAS VOSS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ My phone buzzed on the coffee table, and I glanced at the screen to see an unknown number, but I recognized the area code immediately. It was from one of the discreet guys I kept on payroll for things that didn’t need names or receipts. I’d called him a couple of hours earlier after a tip from one of the hospital’s security informed me that Lila had been discharged that morning. Then heard from another that she was spotted sitting outside a hostel in the east end. It wasn’t a place known to be safe for anyone, let alone a woman who had just been discharged. So I told the guy to swing by, pick her up discreetly, and drive her straight to her parents’ place on the outskirts. The fact he was calling back probably meant he’d already dropped her off. I answered on the second ring, keeping my voice low since Clara was with me. “Yeah?” “Boss, it’s me.” The voice on the other end was gruff. “I saw her walking down the street with her dog.” Clara’s fingers paus

Heavy slap of boots echoed as the men cursed at me. “Get back here, you little bitch!” one of them yelled.They were close. Too close for comfort.I could hear their breathing, ragged and excited, gaining with every step.My lungs burned as I ran. The concussion made the streetlights smear into streaks of white and gold. I risked one desperate glance over my shoulder to see the man I'd kicked limping but still coming, face twisted in pain. The other two were faster, closing the gap, eyes gleaming under the streetlights.Fuck!I tried to increase my pace but a hand grabbed the back of my hoodie, fingers fisting the fabric at my neck. I screamed as the material yanked tight against my throat, cutting off my air. My feet left the ground for half a second before I was slammed backward. Another hand clamped around my ankle, yanking hard until I hit the pavement with a sickening thud, the impact jolting through my already bruised body like a second crash.Peanuts went ballistic, barking an

I didn’t see my parents during the entire hospital stay.Not once.The days blurred into a haze of white walls, until the day came for my discharge.The doctor came in one last time, chart in hand, and told me I needed lots of rest, telling me to subject myself to any heavy lifting, or sudden movements for at least the next few weeks while my ribs finished knitting back together. Then she handed me a thick folder of prescriptions, follow-up appointments, and a referral to a reproductive specialist I already knew I wouldn’t use. I nodded through it all, the words sliding over me like water. When she left, Mr. Harlan was already waiting in the hallway.He stood there in his usual crisp black suit, hands clasped in front of him, face carefully blank. “Your parents sent me to bring you home, Miss Lila.”Home.I let the nurse help me into the wheelchair, Peanuts trotting beside us with his leash clipped to my wrist, and I was rolled out of the hospital like a piece of luggage being retur

CLARA DANFORTH°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Being married to Elias wasn’t half bad. He was sweet in a way that made no sense at all, given everything. Caring, too—always checking if I’d eaten, if I’d slept, if the nightmares had come back. It was almost funny because the first time I ever laid eyes on him, his face had been staring up at me from a thin manila folder my father slid across the kitchen table.“The Voss family loose end,” Dad had said, tapping the photo. “Elias Voss. Illegitimate son of Damian Voss. Make it clean.”Damian Voss who was the heir of the Voss empire before he was assassinated years earlier—by my father, of course. It was a clean hit that cleared the way for the second brother, Daven Voss, to step up and seize the family empire, even though he was weaker compared to his brother, and power hungry. But he was easy to pull by the strings and my father liked him for exactly that reason.But Daven complicated everything when he learned his murdered brother had left behind a child.

So what did I do after all those years of waiting in the shadows, watching nothing happen?Well, I might as well tell you.I went straight to Elias.My eyes brimming with perfectly timed tears, voice trembling just enough to sell it. Then I spilled the whole story, but not without twisting every single detail until the truth was unrecognizable. I painted Lila as the cold, obedient daughter who had been raised in the basement. Lila as the one trained with knives and screams and blood since we were eight years old. Lila as the one our parents had ordered to marry him, carry his child, and then kill him once the heir was born and the Voss empire was fully locked down.And me? I made myself the soft one. The reluctant one. The twin who had fallen genuinely in love with him. When they finally gave the order, I told him I couldn’t go through with it. That I couldn’t kill the man I loved and that was why I had run the night before the wedding, to protect him from the monster they wanted m