All Chapters of Secret Billionaire Heiress: Ex-wife Returns : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHRISTIAN I pulled up into the compound hidden amongst bushes and forest, wondering why my friend had chosen to have his home built outside of civilization.Two of his men were outside to lead me into the building."Long time, my friend." Jerome's lips spread a bit in a welcoming smile.I smiled back. "Long time indeed, Jerome." I hastened my steps to go meet him. He met me halfway and we shook hands then hugged each other, clapping each other on the back.Jerome and I had known each other in the strangest of ways. He used to stay in the neighborhood where I did my illegal activities.We were young and would go shoplifting together. The first time our paths cross, I'd decided to go shoplifting in a big supermarket situated in the upscale city.Growing up poor and less privileged, my family and I had to survive somehow. I would visit the town for the rich to steal from them. I met Jerome who had come into the store to carry out the same shoplifting. I used to think he was poor like

I literally felt the room spin and my temples throbbed. Apprehension gripped my heart tight when I raised my face to see Jared walking into the room. "I...I thought you were gone." I licked my dry lips and gulped nervously."Zion and Zaya are my children?" He kept his gaze on mine.I filed away apprehensive thoughts and conjured calmness and quick thinking. "Where did you hear that?""You just said it. I heard you clearly." He looked ready to argue and was that hope and excitement I saw in his eyes?Oh no! He was not getting his hands on my children. "You heard wrong." I replied, folding my arms in defiance."Uncle Pete." He faced his uncle who was still seated and quiet. "Tell me the truth."He met my gaze, I silently pleaded with him not to reveal anything. Damn my big mouth!But then in my defense, I thought he was gone. How would I have known he was lurking and eavesdropping."Why were you not picking my calls?" Uncle Pete asked him instead."Uncle Pete...""Answer my question,

"You're wasting your time." I began, ready to pour my anger more on him.All the punches did little to affect him. Fuck! I should have gone to that fighting class when I was in Florence.The elevator dinged and slid open, signalling the end of our destination.When he saw I was not moving an inch, he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me along. I tried to sink my teeth into his own arm but to my ire, it didn't work.I soon found myself in a very elegant suite that uninhibitedly exhibited luxury and comfort but because of my mood, I was in no state to admire whatever."Start talking." He moved to a small bar to pour us some drinks.He brought a flute to me, I took and splashed it on his face. "Go to hell!"I headed for the door but he dragged me back. It turned to a full struggle, both flutes ended up as shards on the gleaming floor. He pushed me to the bed, eyes blazing, wine dripping from his face and the few straying strands.Not to mention the front of his shirt was stained as well.

"Hello, ma'am." The pediatrician I now knew by the name Dr. Philips walked into the hallway where uncle Pete and I anxiously waited. "Morning, Dr Philips." I met her halfway, uncle Pete following behind closely. "Uhmm...so today huh?" I tried not to think of the risky surgery my daughter was about to undergo.Zion was off any sleep-inducing medication and the doctor said his body should be responsive towards physical touches by the end of today and he could be awake by tomorrow. So yay! For my son. Now, was my daughter. She was strong and she would pull through just as her brother had. "We'll be..."I heard the brisk walk and inhaled the familiar scent before I even saw the face.My expression went sour as I raised my eyes to meet his. "What are you doing here?!""Good day, doctor." He shook hands with her, then turned to Uncle Pete. "Good morning, uncle.""Good morning, Jared." Uncle acknowledged his greeting, passing me a wary look. "Did you call him here?" I faced uncle Pete w

"What do you mean she's a Codza? Who are you talking about? Where is my house and company? The documents?" Confusion ran deep and pulsed through veins.He made another attempt to hold my hand and gripped it firmly this tight. No matter how much I tried to snatch it away, he wouldn't let go. "I'm sorry babe. I regret everything I did to you. When I saw you at that party, I realized I had made a huge mistake leaving you. I'm sorry, babe. Let's fight to get this company and house back from that witch and live as we used to. I'm sorry but I want you back in my life." He rushed through his words, his eyes glazed with regret and pleas. My brain was frozen, unable to comprehend whatever he was saying. What did he mean by getting the house and company back?Had he mismanaged my father's hard work? Was he running bankrupt? "Is...is the company not doing well?" I asked him."Of course it's doing okay. More than okay. I'v