LEO'S POVAs I struggled to understand my mother and my feelings, her voice broke through my thoughts.“Leo, please,” she pleaded softly. "Just give him a chance. He’s trying to make things right.”I looked at her, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. How could she not see through his act? How could she not realize he was just playing a part?But then I saw the hope in her eyes—her wish for our family to be whole again, to find happiness.I knew I had to do this for her. I had to pretend I believed him, pretend I forgave him."I’ll give him another chance," I said, though every word felt heavy.My father’s face lit up, and he reached out for a hug. I stepped back, a shiver of disgust running through me."I’m not agreeing to anything yet," I said. "I need some time."He nodded, his smile flickering but quickly returning."Of course, Leo. Take as much time as you need."Throughout the day, he made continuous efforts to reconcile. He helped with chores, cooked a meal, and even sugge
ALESSANDRO'S POVI entered the room, expecting to find Bianca relaxing on the sofa. Instead, what I saw made me gasp in awe. Standing in front of the mirror was a naked Bianca. Damn, those curves and that perfect skin of hers were irresistible. She was unaware of my presence, and the temptation coursing through me was overwhelming. She was all mine—every inch of her.I approached her gently, careful so she wouldn’t hear the sound of my feet. Then, I curled an arm around her perky breasts. She let out a soft gasp as I drew her closer, pressing her against me so she could feel how much I wanted her."You see what you're doing to me?" I whispered into her ear, cupping her breasts before pinching her nipples.“Sandro…” she breathed out, her voice shaky under my touch.“What did you just call me?” I asked, kissing her beautiful neck as the intoxicating scent of her perfume wafted into my nostrils.“Sandro," she moaned. I felt myself grow harder while I kissed her earlobe, rolling her hair
BIANCA'S POVAs I dialed the school's number, my frustration boiled over. How could they let Luca come home with bruises?As I waited for someone to answer the school's phone line, Alessandro sat beside me, his eyes fixed on mine. I could sense his concern, but I was too consumed by my anger to notice it.When the principal finally answered, I unleashed my anger. "What happened to my son? He came home hurt. What kind of school are you running?"However, as I continued with my angry outburst, I sensed that I was starting to lose my composure. Alessandro gently removed the phone from my grasp, and his soft touch provided me with a sense of comfort."Hello," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. "I am Luca's father.”I stared at him in surprise. Alessandro wasn’t Luca’s father."Alessandro continued with a commanding tone. 'I need a full explanation of what happened to my son, immediately.'”There was a stunned silence on the other end. "I’m sorry, sir, Mr..."Alessandro's gaze shar
CHARLIE'S POV I was in the middle of a conversation with Bianca and Alessandro when Leo’s call came from the nearby room. I quickly apologized, curious about what he wanted. As soon as I stepped into the room, his intense gaze made my heart skip a beat. “Can we talk for a moment?” Leo asked, his voice low and smooth. I gave a small nod, feigning innocence while my heart raced. “Hey, Leo. What’s up?” He stepped closer, his eyes full of emotion. “Are you really thinking about going back to Alex?” There was a hint of disbelief and jealousy in his voice. I shrugged casually, trying to play it cool. “I’m not sure. He’s still important to me.” Leo’s expression tightened with frustration. “Charlie, you deserve way more than him. No matter how hard you try, he’s never going to change.” As he closed the distance between us, a thrill ran through me. His voice was barely a whisper as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “It kills me that you think it’s okay to go bac
CHARLIE'S POVI gradually opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. Then the memory of what happened in Leo’s house yesterday, right in his room, came flooding back. The warmth of Leo’s tender touches and gentle kisses snapped me back to the present moment. As I lay beside him, his eyes were locked on mine, gazing at me with a tenderness that sent a flutter through my heart.“Hey, you okay?” he asked, his voice gentle and full of concern.I tried to respond, but my voice was rough. Leo quickly handed me a glass of water, and after a sip, the dryness in my throat eased.“I... I’m fine,” I stammered, still piecing together what had happened yesterday.Leo grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “You sure?” he teased, his voice dropping slightly as he shifted down. I knew what he was about to check. “You seem a little sore, sweetheart,” he said, his thumb brushing against my folds. I flinched slightly, earning a soft chuckle from him before he placed a gentle kiss there.He
CHARLIE'S POVBianca glanced up at me, tears brimming in her eyes. "A part of my heart still cares for him, while another part despises him for his actions. I've made it clear to him that I don't want him anymore, and he's still persistent with his approaches."I inhaled deeply, trying to offer some guidance. "Bianca, you deserve so much better than him, just like you've told me about Alex. Don’t let him trick you into reconciling. You’re worth so much more than that."Bianca’s face hardened, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I’m not affected by him, Charlie. I just want him to disappear completely.”I agreed, feeling proud of my friend. "That’s right, Bianca. You’re way out of his league."Bianca’s expression grew colder. "I know what I want, and I’ve found it with Alessandro. He’s amazing, and he makes me feel safe and secure. I don’t have to question his feelings for me."I grinned, happy for her. "I can see that. You two are meant for each other."Bianca’s demeanor shifted t
BIANCA’S POVI walked over to Alessandro as he held out his phone. Apparently, Luca had decided to call him after I had been unreachable, and guilt gnawed at my insides.I had been too wrapped up in other people lately, forgetting about my number one man. Luca came before anyone, before Alessandro, Matteo, and even Charlie. I had spent too much time away from my son, so much that I could barely recognize who he was becoming.The incident of him getting bruises at school hit me again; honestly, it never really left my mind. Although he was acting out of protection, that was not the Luca I raised. My son would always use his words to bring down his opponents. That was the first time he used his fists.“Hello, honeypie,” I cooed into the phone.“Mom, where are you?” Luca whined. I could sense his irritation, and the feeling of guilt in my heart spread to a suffocating point.“I’m at Alessandro’s place, my little man,” I said, hoping Alessandro’s name would be enough to make Luca less ang
BIANCA’S POVI shoved back all my cacophonous feelings and focused on getting home first. The thought of seeing my baby smiling and no longer angry at me served to cool my ire as I got into my car. I consciously decided to put off all thoughts of my boyfriend until he apologized.The drive home was a blur; guilt, anxiety, fear, and anger were warring in my heart. Matteo was getting more and more persistent in his efforts to reach me, and the stunt he pulled the other night at the club that made me black out was an indication that he didn’t care what Alessandro said. I didn’t trust Matteo within an inch of my life anymore—if he was bold enough to hurt me, then he was bold enough to try to hurt Luca.As I got home and opened my arms to let my son jump into them, a thought solidified in my head. I couldn’t wait for Alessandro to make a move; I had to hire security, especially for my baby. Luca smelled like strawberry candy and light baby oil—he smelled like home.“You came ten minutes la
To all the incredible readers who have joined me on this journey, thank you from the bottom of my heart for being a part of this adventure. Your unwavering support, love, and enthusiasm have made every word worth writing, and I can’t express how grateful I am for each one of you who picked up EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before. I’ll forever have a soft spot for Bianca, Alessandro, Richardo, and, of course, Luca, my baby, whose strength, vulnerability, and complexities grew with every page. And, of course, I didn’t forget my two gays—Darren and Giovanni. Gosh, I love them! Ever
RICARDO’S POVThe man I was a year ago would probably hate me now—or at least laugh at how far I’d fallen.Standing in the warm kitchen of the villa, with the scent of fresh herbs and garlic wafting through the air, I stirred the pot of sauce absentmindedly. Linda was sitting at the island, flipping through some magazines and occasionally humming to herself. She looked up every now and then to check on me, smile always at the ready.“I still can’t believe you cook,” Linda said, her voice lilting with playful disbelief as she rested her chin on her palm. She sat at the island like it was her throne, watching me work.“You’ve known for months,” I replied without looking up, though I couldn’t stop the slight twitch of a smile tugging at my lips.“Knowing and believing are two different things,” she said dramatically as if the mere thought of me wielding a spatula were too much to process. “I mean, come on. You, Ricardo Moretti, slayer of gangsters, protector of secrets, simmering marinar
THIRD PERSON POVLinda stared at the bouquet in her hands, utterly baffled. Roses, hydrangeas, and something that looked suspiciously like a baby's breath. It was the kind of bouquet people bought when they were trying to make a statement. The most ridiculous part was that her fans hadn’t been the ones to send it to her.She glanced up at him, her brooding, possibly homicidal boyfriend — he had become less homicidal, she had to give that to him — standing there like he hadn’t just handed her the boldest floral arrangement she’d ever seen.“You bought me flowers?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.His sharp, dark eyes flicked to her, then away, as though he were scanning the room for an escape route. His usual cool, unshakable demeanor had cracked just enough to reveal the faintest hint of discomfort. “Yes.”Linda squinted at him, holding the bouquet to her chest like he might snatch it away. “Are you dying?”“No.”“Did you do something terrible and now you’re trying to soften
RICARDO’S POVThe soft hum of the phone ringing cut through the tension in the air. I was elbow-deep in chaos, surrounded by the thick stench of gunpowder and the distant, muffled screams of men who were just realizing that their time was up.My team and I had spent the last few hours cleaning up the mess of corrupt gangsters who thought they could cross me. The usual mix of quick punches, fast moves, and lethal precision had done the job, but as always, it was the aftermath that lingered.I swiped my phone from the back pocket of my jeans, not even checking the ID. The ringtone was familiar enough; she had forced Rises the Moon on me herself, so I knew who it was. My lips involuntarily quirked as I lifted the phone to my ear.“Go for Ricardo,” I said coolly, stepping over the body of a man who’d decided to fight rather than run. “What’s up?”“Hey, you!” Her voice came through the phone, a little cracked but still unmistakable; the reception in the shitty warehouse couldn’t keep me fr
BIANCA’S POVI adjusted my blazer, glancing at Darren with a calm expression as we approached the visitor’s room. I’d been prepared for this moment, mentally rehearsing every word I’d say, ever since the beautiful day of his and the Dobres' downfall. Darren walked beside me – sauntered really – with the countenance of someone ready to kill a man. I would have liked to complain, but his protective presence was a comforting reminder that I wasn’t facing this alone.When we entered, Matteo was already there, sitting stiffly in one of the chairs. His once-pristine suit looked worn, almost threadbare, and there was a shadow of desperation in his eyes that hadn’t been there when he was the man I’d once known. The air of arrogance he used to carry was gone, replaced by something much smaller, much weaker.“Matteo,” I greeted evenly, my voice giving away nothing. I didn’t sit; he wasn’t worthy of being in a room where I was also seated in. Instead, I stood tall, my gaze unwavering as I let hi
BIANCA’S POV Three months later, I was halfway through drafting an email when the door to my office cracked open. “Mommy, can I come in?” Luca’s voice rang out, all sweetness and patience that I knew wouldn’t last long. I looked up from my desk to see my six-year-old poking his head around the door, his brown curls slightly mussed from running around. Behind him, Alessandro leaned casually against the doorframe, his usual composed demeanor tempered by the amused smile playing at his lips. “Are you alone?” I teased, arching a brow. “Or are you bringing trouble with you?” Luca giggled and stepped in, revealing Lazarro trailing behind him. The ten-year-old was holding a bag that looked suspiciously like it contained illegal items, but he was a ten-year-old, how much trouble could he bring along? “Trouble is relative,” Alessandro quipped, stepping into the room and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “And you’re the king of it,” I shot back with a smirk. Luca climbed onto my lap
ALESSANDRO’S POV“Looks like the future’s here,” Bianca murmured in reference to what the patriarch had said before, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. Her gaze was fixed on the Dobre patriarch, whose previously smug composure now seemed on the verge of crumbling.I tilted my head slightly and slipped a hand around her to bring her closer, unable to resist. “What a shame it’s not the one they envisioned.”Darren sauntered over with a large smile on his face, and I could relate to him. He had been wanting to release the information about Matteo for such a long time, and I was certain it felt like a balm on his wearied soul to finally enact revenge against the scum.“Showtime,” he said, just loud enough for us to hear. The crowd was awash with murmurs and people whispering loudly, clearly intending to target the Dobres and make sure they heard their speculations. Lumari was confused, Samuel was furious, and Toria was trying to play the good wife. The negative energy in the room had
ALESSANDRO’S POVI leaned against the marble pillar, my fingers drumming idly on the rim of my untouched champagne glass. The evening was a disaster. Not the catastrophic, bloody kind of disaster I was used to handling, but the sort of slow-burn chaos that made me wish I’d missed the whole spectacle in the first place.And of course, it all started with Giovanni.My younger brother’s camera crew was bustling around the room, shoving microphones and lenses into the faces of people who, mere minutes ago, had been dignified power players. Now, they were giddy fans jostling for selfies and sound bites, trying to get their good sides.Larisa was hanging on to my arm for dear life like I was going to fade away into dust if she didn’t, and irritation clawed up my throat. If Bianca had been beside me instead of this bitch, I would have been able to enjoy the look on the Dobre patriarch’s face as his revered gala became a celebrity meet-and-greet. I only had to wait a little; she was in the ro
LIMARI’S POVThe conversation had become a tangled mess of pleasantries, small talk, and carefully crafted smiles. It was all just so… predictable. I could feel the eyes on me, but not in the way I wanted. Tonight was supposed to be mine—mine to shine, mine to be the center of attention. I had worked hard for this, after all. I was the newest Dobre, the woman Samuel had chosen, the one who would help bring the family into the new age. I wasn’t just attending this gala; I was the gala.And yet, despite everything, my heart still thudded uneasily in my chest. The sensation wasn’t from Samuel, who stood tall beside me, a constant presence as calm as ever. No, the feeling came from Ricardo, Ricardo of all people, who, of course, had shown up looking effortlessly handsome, as though he hadn’t even tried. And, worse yet, he was with… her.Linda Collins.She stood beside him, the actress and writer who had quietly slipped into the crowd as though she owned it. People had already begun to rec