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A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back CHAPTER 142
Damien’s POVI took a sharp breath as I stared at my mother in disbelief. Even after all these years, she still managed to take me by surprise. She stood across from me, arms folded, like she’d just handed me a golden strategy. Like she hadn’t just stripped me bare of choice.“You should reach out to Amaya,” she said again, her voice calmer now, almost coaxing. “Invite her for dinner. A few photos together would go a long way. Gregory would see. As long as you can become his son-in-law, he will naturally persuade your father to restore your status as the company heir. I don't need to elaborate on his influence over your father…”I turned my head slowly. “No.”She blinked. “No?”“I said no.” I faced her fully now, my voice quiet but deadly. “I'm not parading around like some trained poodle just to impress my father.”Her expression cracked. “Damien—”“I’ve already taken over the underworld,” I cut in, sharp. “The real empire which I’m now building with Darrow and the others. Remember
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Damien’s POVThe gates of the Vaughn estate creaked open like the jaws of some old, sleeping beast.I sat stiffly in the backseat as the car rolled up the long gravel driveway, my temples throbbing in rhythm with the rumble of the engine. Cole, the same driver who’d dropped me off at Celeste’s place just recently, opened the door with a small nod and started unloading my luggage. My legs felt like stone as I stepped out, my side still sore from the stab wound, every breath a quiet reminder that I wasn’t anywhere near one hundred percent. And yet, here I was—back in the lion’s den—because Liza had called me in a near-panic, telling me my mother was losing it and my father had returned... with an illegitimate child in tow.Perfect.Just what I needed. Family drama layered on top of mafia threats, attempted murder, and a woman I still wasn’t over.Celeste.I tightened my grip on the duffel bag slung over my shoulder, her face flashing in my mind. I hated that I’d had to leave. Hated ev
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Damien’s POVThe hot water did little to settle my thoughts.I stood under the shower longer than I should have, the sting on my chest reminding me of what was still healing—and what wasn’t. I need answers. Real ones and fast. If what Mark said was true—if the Black Reapers were somehow connected to that motorcycle nearly running down Celeste—then sitting around in this apartment, playing the obedient patient, wasn’t going to cut it.I dried off roughly, wrapped the towel around my waist, and stepped out of the bathroom. Darrow was already coordinating with the team. I just had to get dressed, make a plan, and—I stopped mid-thought as I turned into the hallway and nearly collided with Celeste.She froze right in front of my semi-naked self. And damn, it definitely had an impact on me. My heart raced and my body heated up. Her eyes flickered to my bare chest, then lower—to the taped bandage just below my ribs. Was she checking the wound?Or remembering how we used to be?Her expre
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Damien’s POVShe stopped just short of the balcony door.My question hung in the air between us like smoke. Have you really let go of me?For a moment, I thought she’d walk away without a word. But then, slowly, she turned.The light from inside cast a faint glow across her face, outlining the curve of her jaw, the hesitation in her eyes.She looked at me—not like she was angry. Not like she pitied me.Just… conflicted. And maybe tired. Then, without a single word, she turned again and went inside. The door slid shut behind her with a soft click.She hadn’t said yes. But she hadn’t said no either.But for some reason, I could feel a glimmer of hope inside me. I stayed on the balcony long after she was gone, staring into the dark city below, holding onto that silence like it might carry me through the night.When I woke the next morning, it was too soft light filtering through the guest room curtains and the faint scent of something warm and buttery drifting in from the kitchen.For
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Damien’s POVI thought maybe we’d eat dinner together.That she’d sit across from me at the small kitchen table, maybe say something soft or unexpected. Maybe we’d talk. Laugh a little. Maybe there’d be a moment—just one—that didn’t feel so tightly wound.But instead, she handed me a plate of pasta, said, “I have things to do,” and disappeared down the hall.No eye contact. No pause. Just that neutral, composed tone she’d mastered to a blade’s edge.So I ate alone, listening to the quiet hum of her apartment and the occasional sound of cabinet doors opening and closing in the other room. I barely tasted the food, though it was good—of course it was good. Everything Celeste did, even when half-hearted, had a kind of effortless grace.Well... at least she’d made something for me.She hadn’t been cruel. Just distant. Polite. Efficient. The kind of cold that didn’t freeze you all at once—it let you feel the warmth leaving slowly, moment by moment.She finally emerged after I’d rinsed my p
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Damien’s POVI held my breath.For someone who’d been stabbed in the chest—someone who still felt every breath like a blade dragging across his ribs—this was the moment that really made my heart stop.Maybe I was pushing too far. Maybe she’d see right through me. Maybe she’d storm out again—this time for good.Celeste just stood there, staring at me like I’d grown another head. Her arms were crossed, her posture stiff.She didn’t speak. Not immediately. And that silence felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, waiting to find out whether I’d fall or be pulled back.I forced myself not to reach for her again. I’d already played that card. The “weak and wounded” angle. Was I actually in pain? Absolutely. The stab wound still burned every time I moved, and I could feel the strain beneath my bandages with every breath.But was I also using it to buy time—to stay near her, to stay involved?Yes. And she knew it.She exhaled through her nose, like she was weighing all the worst options an
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