All Chapters of The Club Star Ex-Wife He Wants Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mandy’s POVThe front door creaked open, and my heart skipped a beat. I rushed to my feet, my breath catching in my throat as I saw Lucas standing there, Emily in his arms, her small face pale and her eyes wide with fear. My heart ached at the sight of her, but relief flooded me all the same. They were home. They were safe.“Thank God,” I whispered, rushing to meet them. Lucas’s eyes met mine, a silent message passing between us—one of exhaustion, relief, and something else I couldn’t quite place. He gently placed Emily down on the couch, where she curled up, her little body trembling despite the warmth of the house. I knelt beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my fingers trembling as I tried to comfort her. “Hey, baby,” I murmured softly. “You’re safe now. You’re okay.”But Emily didn’t respond. She just clung to me, her small arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I could feel her fear, her confusion, and it broke me inside. I wanted to shield her from all of this,

Lucas’s POVHowever, the air was thick with tension as I stood in the dimly lit warehouse, the sound of my own breathing the only thing keeping me grounded. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins. I had set the trap, and now, the moment of reckoning had arrived.I glanced around, the cold concrete walls of the abandoned building pressing in on me. The place was empty—save for the figure standing at the far end, his silhouette barely visible in the shadows. Damian.He had taken the bait. He had come, just as I knew he would. But I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what this moment would bring. What I had learned about him, about his connections, his twisted motivations—none of it had prepared me for the confrontation that was about to unfold.Damian stepped forward, his face emerging from the shadows, his expression unreadable. There was no warmth in his eyes, just cold, calculating fury. He knew exactly what this was. He knew I had set him up, and he wasn’t

Mandy’s POVEmily’s question hung in the air like a thundercloud about to burst as my breath was suddenly caught in the middle.She was so young, too young to be burdened with the weight of my choices, but there was no escaping it now. So, I dropped to my knees in front of her, reaching out to take her tiny hands in mine. “Emily. Baby,” I began, my voice trembling, “what you heard… it’s true. Lucas is your daddy.” Her eyes widened, and she pulled her hands away, stepping back slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted to protect you. I thought it was the best way to keep you safe.” “From what?” she demanded, her voice rising. “From Lucas?” “No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Not from Lucas. Never from Lucas. I just… there were things happening that I didn’t understand, things I was afraid of. I thought keeping it a secret was the right thing to do.” Her lip quivered, and tears welled up in he

Mandy’s POVThe house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the heater kicking in. Lucas sat on the couch, his phone gripped tightly in his hands, his face a mask of tension. My earlier question hung in the air like a storm cloud. “Who sent this?” I asked again, my voice firmer this time. He didn’t look up, but I saw the way his jaw tightened, the way his shoulders stiffened. Whatever he was holding back, it was big. My heart pounded as I crossed the room and sat beside him. “Lucas,” I pressed, my tone soft but unyielding. “Talk to me.” He exhaled sharply, finally setting his phone down on the coffee table. His hands raked through his hair, leaving it even messier than before. “It’s from....," He paused as a quick sigh escaped from him as he continued immediately. " It's from someone who knows Damian,” he said, his voice low. "Damian?" I quipped. "Is that why the message stated, “You can’t hide forever. The truth will come out.”"What are you hiding again, Lucas, what truth

Mandy’s POVThe morning after Damian’s arrest, the air in our home felt lighter, as if an invisible weight had been lifted. Lucas was in the kitchen making pancakes for Emily, who giggled as he flipped them with exaggerated flair. Gosh, I finally allowed myself to breathe. But peace is a fragile thing. My phone buzzed on the counter, shattering the moment. The message was from an unknown number, but the content was unmistakable."You think you’ve won? Watch your back.”My stomach churned upon reading it and I knew there was only one person who could have sent this—Mary. So, I turned to Lucas, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. “She’s not done.” He frowned, setting the spatula down. “Who?” “Mary,” I said, holding up my phone. “She’s trying to make a run for it. And she’s still threatening us.” Lucas’s jaw tightened, his calm demeanor replaced with a fierce protectiveness. “She won’t get far. Not this time.” With that, we quickly made arrangements for a