Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 8

Christiana’s POV

The day was finally here. The building that would mark our grand entry into this new city was being transformed right before my eyes. I walked through the chaos of renovations with the precision of a general overseeing her troops.

My P.A., Grace, trailed closely behind me, her notebook poised to capture every instruction I barked out. Two of my bodyguards flanked us, their presence a silent but formidable shield. Employees scurried about, their faces a blend of excitement and anxiety as they set to work on the massive project.

I took a deep breath, surveying the scene. Walls were being demolished, new ones were rising, and the sound of construction filled the air–a symphony of progress. I could see the potential already taking shape, the future of our expansion in this city gleaming with promise. My vision for this place was clear, and I wouldn’t let anything stand in its way. I checked the blueprints again, making sure everything was aligned with my meticulous plans.

As I rounded a corner, I noticed a flurry of activity near the entrance. My heart sank. I quickened my pace, weaving through the mess of scattered tools and dust–covered workers. My face hardened with concern as I saw the commotion.

A group of men in dark suits and even darker expressions had stormed in, their powerful–looking bodyguards shoving past anyone who tried to intervene. Papers flew through the air, and shouts mixed with the clatter of metal and wood.

“What’s happening here?” I demanded, pushing through the chaos. I could feel my pulse quicken as I saw some of my employees being roughly handled.

One of the men in charge–a broad–shouldered figure with a sneer that could cut glass–turned to face me. His eyes were cold and calculating, “This property doesn’t belong to you,” he declared, his voice echoing over the din. “Our boss was about to finalize the purchase when you showed up

I felt my blood boil. This was my project, my investment. “Are you insane?” I shouted, my voice cutting through the noise. “This is my property. How dare you cause such violence on my site?

The man’s smile grew more condescending. “You think you can just waltz in and take what’s not yours? This is a business, not a playground.”

fighting to keep my composure. “I’ve spent a

in here?”

in over your

him, my anger bubbling over. “Who is your boss?” I demanded. “Let me see this so–called boss of

a tall figure stepped out. My breath caught in my throat as I recognized

sent a jolt through me. I saw the surprise in his eyes, matching my own shock. Before I could react, the man who had been running his mouth stepped forward, pointing at Alex with

sick twist of fate? Was the universe really throwing us together again? I couldn’t believe it. I hated the

there, eyes narrowed into a squint. His

you the owner of this property?” Alex asked, his

Alex! What do you think you’re doing? Hiring thugs to ruin my property and beat up my What in the world is wrong

struck a

head. “It’s none of my business. You have no right to create trouble just because you were

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to get

face darkening. He let out a low, frustrated breath before speaking.

scorn. “Does it even matter? Is this how you

took a deep breath, his eyes still locked on mine. “I didn’t come here to start a

shot him a hard look, my anger boiling over. “I don’t care. Get your men out of here and never come back. Or I’ll sue