All Chapters of I'm in love with my Billionaire Ex-wife : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31Secrets and Shadows"Good evening, Señorita Antonio," my assistant Elena greeted as I stepped off the elevator, my heels clicking on the polished marble at the headquarters of the Antonio Group. It did seem there wasn't quite as much of the usual hustle and bustle going on around the office as one might expect. Instead, quiet murmurs and their penetrating gazes into space seemed to tell me the news about the audit must've been leaked. I felt the tension crackling in the air.Her normally cheerful face was pinched with worry. "The board is waiting for you in the conference room."I nodded, squaring my shoulders. "Gracias, dear. Let's hope this doesn't turn into a total desmadre."Upon my entry inside, the conversations were promptly cut off by the eight members of the board. Eight pairs of eyes turned to me—a mix of curiosity, concern, and barely concealed hostility greeted me."Gentlemen," I said, taking a chair at the head of the table. "I know you have questions about th

Chapter 33Miguel's rustic cabin was deep in the mountains, an hour outside Mexico City. I bounced along on the dirt road in his SUV as flashes of all those telenovelas in which some poor rich girl gets kidnapped, whisked off to some remote location played a rush in my brain. Except this time, I was going voluntarily. Sort of."You sure no one knows about this place?" I asked, nodding around at the heavy woods surrounding us.Miguel's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. "Positive. It belonged to my abuelo. I'm the only one who knows about it now."As we pulled up to the cabin, I let out a low whistle. "Damn, your grandpa had good taste. This is nicer than my first apartment."Miguel chuckled, and some of the tension left his shoulders. "Wait till you see inside. It's like stepping back in time."He wasn't kidding. The interior seemed to be all warm wood and plush furniture, including a big stone fireplace dominating one wall, like a fortress against the chaos we'd left behind

Chapter 35 Since the blow-up, I and Sofia really hadn't spoken much, but when she began seeing Alejandro Gumero - one of our top shareholders, it really got me concerned. The house he pulled up in was suave, rich, and totally faultless. But something about him hit my own private wrong button. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed a bit too interested in her job at the Antonio Group. Or maybe one of those gut reactions that made me feel he was not all he appeared to be. Sofia and I had been drifting apart for a while. We'd gone sour ever since I caught her with Charles. It had really stung greatly, but I knew she didn't mean to hurt me; Charles just had this way of making any person feel important, being part of his inner circle. But it didn't quite take the sting off the fact that Sofia was falling for someone whom I thought was using her. A business acquaintance of mine once said that there was something about him which was not as kosher as people tend to believe. He wasn't an inv

Chapter 37Ximena's POVI felt the hum of the plane's engine as I gazed out the window at drifting clouds. Anxiety gnawed at me; the feeling started ever since I had left the city and refused to turn me loose. I couldn't tell whether it was the business trip or maybe something deeper that was bothering me.The last few months had seemed nothing but a single tumbling uprising: betrayals, secrets, twists that seemed not to end right around each corner. Now, thinking about the meeting with the potential investors who would make or break the future of Antonio Group right in front of me, I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something not quite right.Beside me, a man was seated. He could be in his mid-forties; his salt and pepper hair represented serenity on his face, in marked contrast to the thoughts churned up inside my head. He half-turned toward me and gave me a kind smile."First time flying to this part of the world?" He asked with a warm, soft voice.I nodded back, fak

Chapter 39 "Charles, you don't have to do this," Victor Reyes' voice echoed across the room, really bringing out a very bad lighting scheme that bathed the arrogance bleeding into every word. I was right outside the door, and my heart was in my chest; my mind stretched taut. Every fiber of my body wanted me to turn and run, to get as far away from whatever confrontation brewed on the other side as I could manage. But I couldn't. I needed to know what was happening and, even more than that, protect Charles from whatever danger Victor held for him. I drew in a deep breath and finally pushed open the door. What lay before my eyes stopped me in my tracks. Charles was standing, his fists clenched, eyes blazing, staring down at Victor with himself sitting rather indolently back in his big armchair, a smug smile on his face. "Ximena," Charles' voice was suddenly gentle as he laid eyes on me; his relief washed through his eyes, but concern trumped that. "You shouldn't be here." "I had to