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.”

spent a year planning this. You think you can just bulldoze your

in here?”

man’s face darkened. “You’re in over your head. You can’t

is your boss?”

a sleek black car screeched to a halt outside the building. The door swung open, and a tall figure stepped out. My breath caught in my throat as I

mouth stepped forward, pointing at Alex with a smirk. “Here he is. This is my boss. He’ll teach you a lesson that will make you grovel at his feet and beg for

before me. Was this some sick twist of fate? Was the universe really throwing

a line behind Alex, like loyal servants awaiting orders. Alex himself was standing there, eyes narrowed into a squint. His gaze was cold, calculating. He

property?” Alex asked, his voice clipped and

felt a surge of anger and disbelief. “Yes, Alex! What do you think you’re doing? Hiring thugs

frustration. “I had spoken to the owner. We struck a deal, and I was about to finalize the

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

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darkening. He let out a low,

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

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

him a hard look, my anger boiling over. “I don’t care. Get your men out of