All Chapters of EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ALESSANDRO’S POV To say I was surprised by the child-like voice coming through my phone was an understatement. I hadn’t even known he had his own phone number, but when the first thing he did was to assure me he wasn’t a dinosaur agent, a part of my heart I didn’t know existed tickled. I couldn’t believe a kid that came from me could be this adorable. Bianca’s genes really came in clutch for Luca. Gio and Leo had paused their needling to put their ears on my phone, prompting me to swat their heads away, but it was to no avail—they were both nosy as hell. “Daddy, what are we co-CEOs of again?” he asked tentatively like he was sad. I didn’t want that tone from someone so cute, and I frankly never expected to be called “Daddy” by anyone in this lifetime. I hadn’t done enough good things to be blessed with such positive karma, but I would make sure I deserved it. Choked with strange emotions, I had to clear my throat before I answered. “Is it the Morretti Enterprise?… Daddy forgot too

ALESSANDRO’S POVIt was funny how holding Luca made my anger subside so quickly. The staff lady was recommended by my eldest brother. He told me she was the daughter of someone important in witness protection. Apparently, they were still in hiding, and their daughter has been working here for three years.They would have to take her along with them when they surfaced. Anyone who had the audacity to talk back to Bianca—anyone at all—would face my wrath. Because of my brother, I would let her leave without scars.Daddy, your flowers are agents,” was the first thing my son said to me. This was the first time I could remember meeting him, but he smelled so familiar—like strawberries and something that reminded me of babies. I hugged him closer and stood up from my crouch.“Who told you their secrets?” I asked with a serious face. He shot a glance at Darren and looked back at me with the air of a man asked to protect the president.Uncle Darren did,’ he said. I held back the urge to bite h

DARREN’S POV“Oh, I’m sure you could,” I snorted, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was enjoying this. “But this is a garden, not a forest, and we’re trying to be civilized here. Aren’t we supposed to be focusing on the whole ‘friends’ part?”Gio’s smile didn’t fade, but he glanced at the stone bench again, like he wasn’t quite ready to sit just yet. “Yeah, I get it. Friends first. Benefits later,” he said with a wink that wasn’t helping the situation at all. “But, like... can we at least text? You know, when we’re not planning our next ‘hangout?’”He said it so casually, but I could feel the weight behind it like this wasn’t just about logistics. Was texting, part of the benefits? Or was that something more? Either way, I wasn’t going to let him see me hesitate. I shrugged, aiming for nonchalance. “Sure, why not? Texting’s not exactly relationship territory.”Gio’s eyebrows shot up like he was pleasantly surprised. “Really? Cool. I thought you’d make a big deal o

MATTEO’S POV “You are all incompetent! Every single one of you!” I yelled. The men sitting around the table were making me forget all the good things that had been happening to me over the last few months. “S-sir, we delivered the pitch you approved—” Marco, the youngest head of the Department of Business Development, stammered. “Clearly, you didn’t, since we still don’t have an alliance with them,” I snapped, pinching my brows and trying to calm down. “Give me the minutes of that meeting and get out of my sight.” Very quickly, the men all got out of their seats and filed out of the room, as though every second with me was shaving years off their lifespans. Marco dropped the minutes in front of me with an unreadable expression, pinching his lips and bowing slightly. “He picked out all the issues we’re facing, sir. He’s not the playful idiot you said he was,” Marco said, judgment in his tone. “Are you speaking to me like that?” “No, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” Marco replied, and sudde

BIANCA’S POV I paced the length of my office, the distant sound of typing echoing faintly through the door. Darren had left just moments ago to handle his end of the crisis, but the weight of everything still sat heavy on my chest. Public opinion was eating us alive, and now false theft accusations had joined the mix to concoct something so completely exhausting for me. I pulled out my phone and scrolled down my call list, hesitating for only a second before tapping Alessandro’s name. I needed the comfort of hearing his voice—just something to tether me before I lost it entirely. Sadness gripped my heart when I remembered he might be too busy to pick up the phone, but I batted my feelings away and called him anyway. The phone rang twice before his deep voice picked up. “Bianca?”“I just needed to hear your voice,” I said softly, my words tumbling out in a rush, and some semblance of calmness washing over me. There was a beat of silence, then a soft sigh from his end. “I’m coming