All Chapters of Oops! He's My Ex's Dad!: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

WRITER POVSCENE: THE HUNTER’S ESTATEThe sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the meticulously manicured lawns of the grand estate. A sprawling mansion stands at the centre of this lush expanse, its elegant architecture a testament to wealth and refinement. The air is still, save for the distant chirping of birds and the occasional rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Gentle... Yes. That was until the loud sound of a bullet erupted, forcing the birds out of their homes to flee somewhere safe.At the edge of the property, a man clad in hunting attire, his perfect physique and muscles fighting against the fabric that covered him, lowered his gun and looked into the distance in wait.His name?Leonard Whitaker, a distinguished figure in his late thirties, with silver hair that complements his sharp, commanding features. His eyes, a piercing blue, reflect both intelligence and a certain steely gaze sure to still your breath away.Leonard placed the finely crafted hunti

"Or what?" I challenged, my voice shaking. "What are you going to do?"Yilena took a deep breath, her eyes filled with disdain and determination. "Or I'll make sure you regret every single word you've said to me today. You're nothing but a spiteful, envious woman who can't stand to see others happy. Do you think you're the only one suffering? You have no idea."I laughed bitterly, "And you do? Just because you're still pining over a man who doesn't love you? At least I moved on, tried to make something of myself.""Moved on? By trying to drag others down with you?" Yilena shook her head. "You're pathetic, Sarah. Maybe we were alike once, but not anymore. I came here today to apologize, and to make things right. But you... you're still stuck in your misery."I wanted to retort, to scream at her, but the words caught in my throat. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was stuck. But admitting that would mean facing my failures, and my regrets, and I wasn't ready for that.Yilena turned her back

RICHARD POVThe hum of jet engines filled the air as my sleek, black Gulfstream G650 touched down on the private runway. As the door opened, I descended the steps with a confident stride, my tailored suit pristine and my dark hair perfectly in place. My eyes, sharp and calculating, took in my surroundings as I stepped onto the tarmac. I adjusted my cufflinks, a small but habitual gesture of mine.The terminal was bustling with activity, a mixture of the ultra-wealthy, their assistants, and a few paparazzi hoping for a shot of a celebrity or two. I glanced at my watch, mentally ticking off the seconds before my meeting. But just as I was halfway out of the airport, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Distracted, I reached for it, barely noticing the approaching blur of motion until it was too late.A collision.A flurry of blonde hair.A thud.I stumbled back a step, regaining my balance quickly. It was at moments like these, I wished I had the strength of my close friend. He wouldn't have

The stranger's grip tightened painfully around my wrist, his face contorted with anger as his eyes looked at me with belittlement. I hated men like him. Before he could say or do anything further, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye.In a swift, fluid motion, I caught the stranger's free hand mid-air as he tried to strike me, twisting his arm behind his back which made him let go of my other hand I lifted him off his feet and with a powerful move, slammed the man to the ground, sending a shockwave through the crowd that had gathered around us.The stranger gasped, looking up at his attacker with a mix of fear and rage. But before he could retaliate, I raised my fists, my gaze drunk but blazing with fury. The stranger, recognizing the danger he was in, swore loudly and scrambled to his feet, fleeing the scene as quickly as his legs would carry him."Fucker didn't stay long enough to cool me down." I cursed and took my drink from the counter, finishing it up before placing th

YILENA POVI squeezed my eyes shut even tighter as I felt the light from the bulb hit my eyelids. I wasn't ready to wake up yet but I had to and after a few seconds of convincing myself, my eyes finally fluttered open.I awoke with a pounding headache, my mind foggy from the previous night's revelry. The last thing I remembered was being drunk at the club, drinking to my heart's content. I blinked against the harsh morning light streaming through the curtains, my head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton.As my eyes adjusted, I realized I was in my bedroom, but something was off. The familiar comfort of her bed did little to alleviate the confusion swirling in my mind. I tried to sit up, only to feel a heavy arm draped over her waist. Panic surged through me as I turned my head and saw a man lying next to me. His hand gently turned my face toward his, and he leaned in as if to kiss me. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured.I screamed, scrambling out of bed and backing up agains