All Chapters of MY EX PUT ME IN JAIL AND NOW HE WANTS ME BACK: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ELI’S POVThe moment the woman walks into my living room, my heart sinks. She looks around, acting like she owns the place. She even touches one of the photos.She sits on the couch and crosses her legs. Her aura is a calm one but it’s the kind of calm that puts you on edge. Her confidence basically radiates off her and I know immediately she isn’t here by accident. How can she be? She practically knows my name?“Who the hell are you?” I snap “What are you doing here? How do you know my name?”She doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, like she’s studying me. Finally, she speaks with a smile “I’m Camille.”“Camille?” The name means nothing to me. “What do you want?” “What I want, Eli, is to have a little chat.”A little chat? My stomach twists. The last time someone wanted to “chat’, it didn’t end well. I think of James. My chest tightens. Does she know? Is she a cop? Or worse?“Get out of my house,” I say through gritted teeth. I step closer, trying to inti

ELI’S POVmille ConfrontationAxThe folder Camille left sits on my table. I look at it and it feels like a ticking bomb. I can’t stop looking at it, even though I’ve already gone through every page. Coloured and black-and-white photographs glare back at me. Camille caught me in every angle I can think of. Every photo is a snapshot of my worst mistake. James. What I did to James. The images haunt me. It seems like a slow motion nightmare that plays in my mind whenever I close my eyes.I lean forward, elbows on my knees with my hands pressed against my temples. How did Camille get this? How? I never left any loose ends. I made sure of that. And yet, here it is, damning evidence, right on my table.I did this in the privacy of my basement. She must have been watching me. But how? And why? How did she know I was going to kidnap James? She must have been keeping tabs on me from the very beginning and I don’t know what her motive is. It scares me.Her parting words echo in my head “I’d ha

MIA’S POVI wake up to the steady rhythm of Alexander’s heartbeat beneath my cheek. The soft sound of the jet engines is soothing, but the warmth of his arms around me is what truly makes me feel safe. Slowly, I blink my eyes open. The golden light coming through the windows tell me that it’s no longer afternoon.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Alexander’s deep greets me.I tilt my head up to look at him.“Hi Alex” I mumble, still half-asleep.He brushes a strand of hair away from my face. “We’re here.”That wakes me up completely. “Here?” I echo, sitting up straighter. “Where’s ‘here’?”Alexander smirks but doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he takes my hand and gently pulls me to my feet. His touch is warm, steady, and makes me feel safe as usual.“Come on. You’ll see.”We step out of the jet, and the moment I see where we are, my breath catches in my throat. The Eiffel Tower stands proudly in the distance. Its iron lattice work shines under the soft light of the sunset. The busy stre

ALEXANDER'S POVI’m on edge from the moment we step into the gala. The ballroom is alive. The sound of laughter, and the soft clink of champagne glasses fill the air, but none of it touches me. My senses are on overdrive. Every nerve in me is screaming that something isn’t right.My eyes dart to Mia. Her laughter lights up the room. She’s stunning tonight. Her golden dress makes her eyes shine brighter than the chandelier . But the smile she wears doesn’t fool me. Beneath her composed exterior, I can see the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers tighten around her glass when she thinks no one is watching. She's scared and I hate it. I want nothing more than to keep her safe. Mia means more to me than I ever thought was possible. The thought of anything happening to her is unbearable. The delivery earlier in the day is still fresh in my mind—James’ necklace delivered with a note. That kind of delivery, that level of planning, isn’t the work of an amateur. My gut clenches at th

MIA’S POVThe buzz of my phone jolts me awake. My hand fumbles across the nightstand, and as I grab it, the screen lights up with a string of missed calls. Eli. My stomach turns. Twenty-seven missed calls? What the hell?A voicemail notification lingers at the top of the screen. I press play, wondering what is so important that he had to call me this early and several times might I add.“Mia,” Eli’s voice bursts through the speaker. His tone is frantic and jagged, like he’s speaking through gritted teeth. “You need to meet me. Now. Your life—it’s in danger. Please, Mia, it’s urgent.”His voice wavers, and for a second, I think I hear him curse under his breath before the message cuts out. I sit there frozen with my heart hammering against my ribs. The urgency in his voice has my thoughts spiraling. What kind of danger? And why would Eli know anything about it?My better instincts scream at me to ignore him, to stay home and lock every door. But there’s something about the desperation