All Chapters of Ex-Wife's Return to the Mafia Lord: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Who was that?Celine’s povIt was already thirty minutes past the normal close of school. I knew too well not to keep Henry waiting, so I briefly closed the files and adjourned all unresolved issues to the next working day. I needed to go pick up my child. Over time, I had developed a routine of dropping him off and picking him up from school myself. I could easily hire the services of countless staff if I chose to, but I wouldn’t leave my son in the care of another when I was around and in good health.Henry was worth more to me than anything I had ever acquired, and so he was always my top priority. I hired a nanny and a cook just to please Evelyn, but their duties were strictly limited to my orders.“What’s going on there?” I asked Levi, who was also stunned by the crowd of people gathered in the middle of the road just after the traffic light. It was a wrong place for such a crowd, unless something bad had happened. I felt the urge to instruct Levi to drive around the crowd and he

Her return“Mum, who were you yelling at? Did Auntie Evelyn wrong you?” His calm voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I almost had a heart attack. I quickly turned to him, a grin on my face. “No, cutie, I wasn’t shouting at Auntie. We were just discussing something important,” I assured him.“Is that my little pumpkin over there? Please come over, Auntie wants to see you.”Henry chuckled as he went to pick up the iPad I had dropped on the bed, a smile spreading across his face as he greeted her.“Hello, Auntie, I’m glad you called. Mummy said something cool about my dad,” he smiled, tilting his head towards me, as if seeking my approval.I giggled back at him, his dimples on full display as he smiled, then tilted his head back to Evelyn, who was patiently waiting in anticipation for what he had to say.“Mum said Uncle Levi could be my dad. Isn’t that cool?”“Of course, little pumpkin! Do you like the idea?”“Yes, Auntie! Uncle Levi is such a handsome man and would be perfect for

What?“I mean, how could you, Mum? How could you hide something as delicate and derogatory as this from me, after all these years?” I yelled, my frustration piqued, trying so hard to remain poised. Glaring at the scenario, which was tearing my heart apart, was enough to drive me insane.The throbbing sensation in my head wouldn’t let me breathe for a single second, never giving me a moment's rest. It pounded like marathon runners’ feet. The next thing I remember was crashing onto the sofa behind me, my vision slightly blurry. Having been locked up for three days without food or water, except for some drinks, it was finally taking its toll on me.“Son, can you please calm down and tell me exactly what the issue is? I’m just stuck in between. I have no clue where you’re going with this,” she exclaimed, her voice masked in uncertainty.How could she not know what I was talking about? She should know, right? Or was she pretending? Could she truly be unaware of what I was saying? That’s im

That creeping feelingThe edges of my muscles tingled as she made her way into the private room. my heart couldn't stop longing for a touch, to taste what was beneath those tight cocktail slit that was just above her thigh, enough to reveal all that was there. This bitch really got me all turned on, I cursed in my subconsciousness, biting the inner part of my lips, my desire intensified, my cock hardened.This wasn’t the plan. I didn’t bring her into my chambers for this! How could I have been so shallow, even for a second, to think I could withstand the hot figure beneath the dress? My thoughts broadened, but deep down, I kept cursing myself, continually throwing darts at my conscience, watching her approach seductively towards the luxurious bed situated near the left side of the window. The room was large, and with every step she took, my desire for her grew. She was really a trained slut and was just playing games with my heart and emotions. My gaze never left that curvy, seductiv

My son, Harry!“What a small world,” she muttered.“Yes, indeed,” I said, lost in thought, my gaze fixed on an unidentified object, staring at nothing specific. It was as if my mind had numbed while I pictured the shocking scenario.“That's not all, girl.” Her voice snapped me back to reality, and my heart was on high alert, racing faster than a roller coaster. “Rumor has it that Anderson had a secret business deal with Jack. You remember Jack?” I nodded, still struck dumb by the news.“Yes, him. Jack was actually the one who initiated the sale to Anderson,” she said.“What?” It was a revelation that hit me hard. To think that Jack had slipped out of my mind all these years was unsettling. I couldn't comprehend or make sense of the scenario—Jack, Anderson, initiating the sale—it didn’t add up.If Jack initiated the sale of the company, it meant there was more hidden behind the scenes than anyone could see. It meant he might have had a hand in what happened years ago or was somehow con