Chasing His Ex-Wife Back

ly against the phone in her hand. The room was silent, save for the faint ticking of the an

re a deep, authoritative

voice smooth and controlled. "

mion's father, Walter Ryder, aske

lancing out at the sprawling es

of skepticism in his voice. "I just know how... unpredictab

need him-wrapped around my finger. He's been so busy trying to prove him

"Good. Because if he falters, everything we've w

recovered, her tone light. "Don't worry, Mr. Ryder. I

y. "She's a problem. I've told Da

ame. "That naive little fool drained her entire inheritance for him. She's broke, h

estimate her. Isabelle Everett may be foolish, but she's re

he's too soft to fight back. Besides, I'll make sure Damion stays far away from

ally spoke. "Good. Keep him focused, Kaia. He's a Ryder, and I won't

d. "Leave it to me, Mr.

ading into a thoughtful frown. Walter's constant pressure was beginning to wear o

en her phone buzzed. She glanced a

the memorial servic

into a mocking smile. "Oh, Isabelle," she murmu

ge. She wouldn't waste her time on Isabell

one into her pocket and made

mion lay sprawled across the bed, his face peaceful in sleep. Kaia's gaze lingered o

It was Damion's phone, the screen glowing with a new

ame made her p

e opened the message, her fing

now that I've invited you to my mother's memorial. Despite ev

nt, a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. Did Damion still care about I

. No. She wouldn't allow it. Isabelle had already caused too many pro

here would be no further interruptions. Then, she climbed into bed b

hispered, brushing a hand over