Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 34

Daniel’s POV.

I stepped out of the car and adjusted my suit jacket, taking in the grand estate before me. Christiana Davis sure knew how to make a statement. The mansion screamed wealth and power–something I’d expected, but it was still impressive seeing it in person. The sheer size of the place, the manicured lawns, and the towering gates–it was like stepping into another world.

As I made my way to the door, two bodyguards intercepted me. They were built like walls, staring down at me with cold, assessing eyes.

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“Who are you?” one of them demanded, his voice rough, almost like gravel.

I offered a polite smile, keeping my tone friendly but firm. “I’m a friend of Ms. Davis. She’s expecting me.”

The other guard raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Name?”

“Daniel Brooks,” I replied, meeting their eyes confidently. I could see the doubt flicker in their expressions as they processed. my name. One of them stepped aside and made a quick phone call. I couldn’t hear the conversation, but it was short, and when he hung up, his entire demeanor shifted.

“Right this way, Mr. Brooks,” the first guard said, his tone now more respectful as he gestured for me to pass

I gave a nod of thanks and continued toward the front doors, which swung open almost immediately as I approached. Two more guards were stationed there, but they didn’t say a word, simply stepping aside to allow me entry. The moment I crossed the threshold, I couldn’t help but be wowed by what I saw.

The inside was even more opulent than the exterior–luxurious chandeliers hanging from high ceilings, marble floors polished to a mirror–like sheen, and exquisite artwork lining the walls. Christiana’s taste was immaculate. Every inch of this place screamed elegance and power, just like the woman herself.

all in when a butler appeared as if from nowhere. He gave a slight bow and motioned toward the living room. “Please, have a seat, Mr. Brooks. Ms. Davis

him to a plush sofa. I barely had time to sit down when I heard the patter of small feet and turned to see

the first to reach me, his eyes shining with recognition. “You’re Daniel, the

her voice bubbling with excitement.

their small arms around me in a tight hug. I laughed, genuinely surprised and touched by their enthusiasm. “Hey there!

do!” Emma beamed up at me. “You were like

about that,” I said

with those sharp eyes that reminded me of someone very familiar. “Are you truly our mom’s

These kids were smart–sharp as nails- and there was no denying the striking resemblance they bore to their father, Mr. Alexander Williams Alistair. I’d done my research, of course. You don’t get involved with someone like Christiana Davis without knowing who’s in her orbit. But seeing that resemblance up close was a bit

of curiosity. “Are you

I could, a presence made itself known at the top of the grand staircase. I looked up. and there she was–Christiana Davis, descending the stairs with all the

breath caught in my throat. She was a vision in an elegant, form–fitting dress that accentuated her figure without being overt. The deep emerald color made her skin glow, and her hair was styled perfectly, falling over one shoulder.

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stood up immediately, straightening my suit as she approached. “Christiana Davis,” I said, offering a

warm but guarded. “Thank you, Daniel. You

way she said it–a hint of playfulness mixed with that ever–present cool composure. It put me at ease, but only slightly. I walked to her side as she reached the bottom of the stairs, feeling a bit out of my depth. This woman was in a league of her own, and here I was, trying to play it cool while my heart raced like I was a teenager on his

was carefully weighing every word. I could see why–this wasn’t just any date; it was a calculated

the kids, who were still watching us intently. She knelt down, her voice gentle as she spoke to them. “Ethan, Emma, I’ll be going out with Mr. Brooks for a little while. You two will be good for me, alright?” Emma crossed her arms, looking from me to her mother. “A date? But isn’t that

a curveball, and I glanced at Christiana, unsure how she’d handle it. There was a flicker of something in her eyes–discomfort, maybe–but she quickly masked it