Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

Travis’s POV

I watched her leave the apartment in a car as I cleaned the tears from my eyes.

She was not going to escape me this time. She had made my last mission a failure, but this time I was going to be the one who would destroy her.

Whatever she thought she was doing I was two steps ahead of her. I had special plans for her this time.

I would take care of her and then I would take care of Asher. The children could remain orphans for all I care. They were nothing to me.

But as for Zendaya, she was going to pay for what she had turned me into.

Downing the contents of the liquor, I got ready to tail her as my phone rang.

“Hello?” I said.

“Where are you?” Rowan’s voice deepened.

“I’m tailing her right now. She thinks she can get away from me. She’s mistaken.”

“Jesus Christ, Travis. You’re going to get yourself killed. You just returned to the country last night and you’ve already started tailing her. You’re still a wanted man there, don’t forget. You’ve got to be careful.”

“I hear you loud and clear,” I said while swerving through traffic trying to keep my distance from her.

I didn’t want her to be suspicious of me following her so I kept a good distance away.

“Look, how about I call you back,” I said. “I’m a little busy and I need to focus on what I’m doing,”

“Sure, please be careful Travis. I’m begging you.”

“You’re making everything sound weird Ronan. You shouldn’t stay safe too.”

I ended the call with Rowan to call a friend of mine Jay.

“Yo, jay, how’s it going?”

“It’s alright boss.”

“Is everything ready?”

“Ready as a baby duck ready for Christmas.”

“You guys eat baby ducks for Christmas?” I was nauseated by the idea of that being possible.

“Yeah, you don’t?”

“No,” I sighed. “Anyway, I’m sending you the directions for the mission right now.”

“Alright.”

“I will let you know soon.”

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Asher’s POV

I held the children’s playtime in my office as I did not want to let them out of my sight. They were going to be safer with me than with anyone else.

I immediately remembered how she had told me what I should do and what I should not do to the children. I had to recite it over and over to her so that she would know she could entrust the children to my care.

It had been a weird practice but it had been because she did not want me to forget how to take care of the children while I was busy with the meetings.

I also watched her interaction with Manson and it was one of the funniest things to witness.

She had eyed the man more than a hundred times to make sure she was not being attacked by him.

I could remember pulling her aside to talk to her about her attitude.

“You’re making him uncomfortable,” I whispered to her in the room.

“I’m making him uncomfortable? He’s the one making me uncomfortable,” she said.

“He’s here to protect you.”

“I don’t need protection.”

“If only that was said in a sexual sense I would fall in love with it but it is not.”

“Stop being a pervert,” she smiled. “But on a serious note, I don’t need any protection. I am sure I can handle myself when I get attacked.”

“I don’t doubt that you can. I just don’t want anything happening to you or the kids.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Fine, I didn’t get him for you. You can handle yourself and walk around with a murder weapon in your hand. He’s here for the kids.”

She raised the knife to my face as I looked away.

“Can you stop raising that stuff up? It’s scary?

“This is a kitchen knife, not a murder weapon.”

“It will be if someone comes to give you a delivery and you use it on the person because you thought you were getting attacked when in reality you were just being paranoid.”

“He speaks like he’s from Russia.”

“He is from Russia. I had him brought over so we can have the best protection money can buy. Don’t worry about where he’s from. He can get the job done. And please drop the knife.”

I exited the room and hurried to the living room to see that the children had dressed up with the new clothes I had gotten them.

When I took them into the presidential office they had been amazed by everything. They had been awed by everything and I had my assistant whom I trusted with my life handle the children when I would go to greet or meet with a senator or a politician.

When I was done with the last governor for the day I entered my office to see the assistant still playing with the children.

“How are they?” I asked her as she smiled.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“They are smarter than their peers,” she smiled. “They know so many big words and one would think they are better than ten year olds. They took after the president.”

I waved her off. The flattery was already enough.

I was not going to keep up with her words without blushing.

I immediately thought about her as I noticed I had missed her. I wondered if she was still being paranoid or if she had taken care of her paranoia and she was ready to face her fears.

I took up my phone to call her as I prepared my sexiest voice to talk to her.

I wanted to know how her day was going and if she had met any friend at the spa.

My phone rang as I found it to be Manson. My heart immediately sped up and I wondered if anything terrible had happened.

I shook my head to get out the terrible feeling I was having.

“Hello,” I said with fear.