All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Return to the Mafia Lord: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

TruthCeline’s povWhy do I find it so hard to believe Jack? He said he knew Harry as a colleague at his workplace, but their expressions contradicted that statement. A colleague with such sentiments seemed far out of reach.Have I made a mistake accepting Jack? No, it can't be a mistake. Or maybe there was some mix-up, and I was just being overreactive and calculating. Pregnancy must surely have a way of clouding one's reasoning, I assured myself and headed to the bathroom to have a shower—it had been a long day.Ever since I accepted Jack barely a month ago, I stopped working at the bar, and he assured me he would take care of my bills, explaining that he wouldn't want his lady to work and that he had more than enough to care for me. I cherished his sincere concerns and love for me, and I was about to tell him about my pregnancy before Harry showed up at the suite.I entered the bathroom and turned the shower on. The cool drops on my body reminded me of the showers of love Jack had

Jack's POVDelighted at the success of Plan One, I smirked victoriously, tilting the tip of the glass. I gulped down all its contents in satisfaction. My plans were clearly unfolding, and by the time I'm done with Harry, he will wish he had relocated to another city and left this one to me. This is my territory, and I am in charge. An illegitimate child like him cannot just surface andout of nowhere and rub shoulders with me. By the time I unleash my wrath, his local mafia group won't be able to save or contain him. He forgets too quickly who he’s dealing with. I patted my chest in satisfaction, calculating the turn of events, and everything seemed perfectly laid out. “The soon-to-be overall boss,” I muttered.A frown suddenly creased my face when the thought of Celine crossed my mind. Her mood was impassive when she left the suite. I couldn't wrap my hands around the intent of her heart, but I was glad I had been able to slip in some sweet words of love before she left. I would do an

Shocking revelation Celine's pov I swiftly got out of bed in an attempt to charge and power on the phone. I couldn't shake off the urgency I felt; I knew I needed to read the text to satisfy my curiosity and ease my wondering heart. It turned on moments later, and I quickly swiped it open to reveal its content. “Hooked up in activities, will relate to you soon.” “Just that” I snapped. Those lines were too curt and devoid of emotion, which only left me deep in thought. “He could be tense with work-related issues,” I whispered to myself, giving excuses for him. The night seemed longer than usual. I tossed on the bed, tightening my grip on the bed cover, shoving the pillow back and forth in frustration. Soon, I drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning with my head throbbing, and a wave of nausea surged through me. “This illness,” I cursed. It's been like this since I became pregnant; the morning nausea was something my body had grown used to by now, and it lingered

Uncertainty Harry's POV Why can't I figure out where this mixed feeling is seething from? A feeling of uncertainty—ridiculous. All my time in this group has led them through countless dealings, each proving productive with our prey either subjected or taken off the surface of the earth. Why, then, is there an exception in my heart about this particular mission? I paced back and forth in my office, deep in contemplation, wringing my hands and reaching for pointless admiration. My heart wandered like a wounded lion. My lips wobbled, and my gaze was fixed on the desk. I spotted a file unattended, flipping it open and scanning through its contents. My brows furrowed with every passing minute. “Why is this still on the desk when I distinctly recall telling Mag to take up the deal.” I thought. I couldn't hold back, my face contorted in fury. I reached for the telecom and dialed in a jiffy. "Come see me now." "Sir," her voice surged a few seconds later. I raised my brows and scow

Why Harry!Celine's POVHe remained silent, nodding his head and repeatedly glaring at the file before him. I couldn't figure out what was going through his mind; his expression was unreadable. The air in the room suddenly became tense despite the air conditioning, and I became uncomfortable almost instantly.I had prayed and longed for this job, but as the pressure mounted, the urge to excuse myself and catch my breath surged. I needed fresh air, away from his annoying and stern presence. Just as I was about to say something, he raised his brows, and our gazes locked. I suspected he must have sensed my sudden change in expression. I subconsciously looked down, avoiding his arrogant, domineering, piercing grey eyes.I sensed he was scrutinizing my expression because I could see him in my peripheral view."Most times, I marvel at the class of people who randomly choose names," he said, his words laced with fury and disgust. I couldn't comprehend his sentence—random names? I couldn’t st