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Daniella’s point of view The event went well and I was back walking into the office, I could see the face of the workers.A gossip must be going on, looks like they don't know what I can do because of gossips.I heard the office talking in low tones with voices just loud enough to be heard but quiet enough to avoid outright confrontation. I felt the weight of their words before I even heard them."She was nobody before him.""Michael only keeps her around because she amuses him.""She thinks she’s untouchable, but everyone knows she won’t last."The words slithered through the air, laced with smug certainty, meant to chip away at me. They didn’t. I adjusted my bracelet, my expression composed, my posture effortless. Let them talk. Let them weave their stories. It changed nothing, I will fire them to let them understand but someone will be behind it.Marilyn sat near the far end of the executive lounge, her eyes sharp, lips curved into something too calculated to be a real smile. She
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Daniella’s point of view “ Oh, come here, I'm not done with you!.” Micheal said, turning me back to the initial close position we were in, but this time he held my shaking hands together with one of his hands and the other placed on my neck was a five finger necklace.“Are you putting up an act to hurt Marilyn?!” I asked in a low voice affected by the tickles spreading through my body with my breath hitting his neck as I controlled my hands, I couldn't feel my hands shake again.“ hm, since she wants to watch, let's put on a show for her, so she can watch.” he whispered in my ear.“ Micheal, don't you think you're going too far?!” I said my legs melting, our intense eye contact making me bite my tongue.He smirked trying to place his lips on mine.“Oh fuck it.” I pushed him far away from my lower body part, his butt landing on the chair behind him. I walked closer to him, pulled his tie and leaned closer to him.“This is better than yours.” I made our nose touch rubbing them lightly,
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Danielle’s Point of ViewI went to the restroom to get my act all together, who does he think he is to talk to me like that.I heard a knock on the door which made me tilt my neck,“ Who is that?!” I asked in a loud voice as it never occurs, although on urgent occasions.”“ Ma'am, Marylin has someone inside your office and he wants to see you.” her voice was shaky as she spoke.“ For fuck sake.” I said in a breathy voice, adjusting my hair while wearing a smile to meet him.“ You're still here?!” I asked with a straight face.“ Yes, you can meet me at a gala tonight, I want us to discuss,I have a deal.”“ I won't be there.” He stood up towering over me.“ I'm not sure, queen.” he said, stretching his hands to show me the invitation card he had dropped on my desk.I was restless throughout the day, till night I decided to dress up for the gala.The air inside the gala was thick with power, threaded with the scent of champagne and something colder—money, control, and ambition woven into
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Michael’s Point of ViewThe night air was thick with the scent of whiskey, polished marble, and money. It always smelled the same in these places—where power dripped from crystal chandeliers and greed lay just beneath the surface of every conversation. The gala was no different, a room full of men who thought they ruled the world and women who knew better but played along anyway.And then there was her.Danielle.Or rather, Nella, if I wanted to push her buttons.She moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her spine straight, her expression unreadable. The emerald gown hugged her in all the right places, every step calculated, every glance controlled. She had learned well. Too well.I sipped my drink, the slow burn trailing down my throat as I watched her from across the room. She was untouchable, at least that’s what she wanted people to think. But I knew better.A man approached her, his gaze lingering longer than necessary, his posture too confident for my liking.I didn’t mov
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Michael’s Point of View The door clicked shut behind her, leaving only the faint trace of her perfume in the air. A mix of something delicate, deceptively soft—just like the woman wearing it. But I knew better.Danielle was anything but delicate.I sat down, running a hand over my jaw as I stared at the door she had just walked through. She was getting smarter. More aware. She was starting to see things—see me—in ways I wasn’t sure I liked.Or maybe I liked it too much.The moment she had called me out on already having a plan, something shifted between us. She was right. I didn’t need her to destroy Oliver.But that wasn’t the point.I wanted her in the destruction.I wanted her to watch him crumble, to know that I was the one who placed the final nail in his coffin. I wanted her to feel that power—not because she needed it, but because she deserved it.And yet… she still hesitated.That hesitation was a problem.I leaned back, my fingers tapping against the armrest as my thoughts s
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Michael’s Point of ViewI should’ve known it was a setup the second I walked through the door.The air inside the abandoned warehouse was thick with the stench of rust and damp concrete. A single overhead light flickered, barely cutting through the shadows pooling in the corners. The place was too quiet. Too still.I moved carefully, my instincts coiled tight, ready.I’d come here for a deal—an arrangement that should’ve put my business another step ahead. But I wasn’t an idiot. In this world, trust was just another weapon waiting to be turned against you. And yet, I still walked in.They were waiting for me.At first, it was just him—Vincent Romano, a lowlife who thought ambition made him untouchable. He stood near a crate, hands stuffed into his pockets, posture loose, like this was just another night.“Michael,” he greeted, flashing a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Glad you could make it.”I didn’t respond. Just watched.Then I noticed the way his fingers twitched, the slight sh
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Michael’s Point of ViewPain was an old friend.I had been shot before. Stabbed. Beaten within an inch of my life more times than I cared to count. I knew how to grit my teeth, how to keep moving through the agony. But this?This was different.Because Danielle was here.She was kneeling beside me, her hands firm but careful as she pressed down on the wound. Her touch was warmer than I expected, despite the sharpness in her eyes.And she hadn’t hesitated.Not even for a second.I should’ve teased her for it. Mocked her for caring. But the words never came. Instead, I just watched her, the way her brows furrowed in concentration, the way her lips parted slightly as she focused.She was trying to ignore it—what this meant.And that was fine.Because I wasn’t ignoring it.“You need stitches,” she muttered, more to herself than to me. “I don’t have the right tools here, but—”“We don’t have time,” I rasped. “Just stop the bleeding.”Her hands stilled.Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze to
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Daniella’s point of view A lot has been happening and it got me worried, it wasn't supposed to make me that worried.I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers tracing the edge of the vanity. My reflection staring back at me was unfamiliar, poised, untouchable. A woman draped in wealth, her skin kissed by soft candlelight, yet hollow beneath the surface. Michael’s world had draped me in silk and power, but it couldn’t erase the bruises time had left around my ribs.The door creaked open. I didn’t turn. His presence filled the space before his voice did.“It’s time,” Michael said.The necklace he held shining under the glow of the chandelier—a delicate chain of diamonds, a collar of ownership. He stretched his legs walking closer, the cool metal ghosting against my throat as he fastened it. His fingers tracing my collarbone, barely a touch, but it sent a sensation through me. I swallowed the reaction before it surfaced.“Perfect,” he murmured.He was watching, always watching. Was
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Danielle's Point of ViewThe night had softened into a heavy silence, the kind that made your thoughts louder. We were holed up in a safehouse Michael must have used before—clean, cold, and stripped of comfort. The furniture was minimal, the walls concrete, and the air smelled faintly of antiseptic and something older, like time sealed behind closed doors.Michael sat on the couch, his shirt half unbuttoned, the makeshift bandage soaked in crimson. His posture was tight, not from pride, but pain. He didn’t complain. He never did. But the tremor in his fingers and the sharp edge in his breath gave him away.I moved closer with the first-aid kit. He didn’t look at me. Just stared at the floor, jaw clenched. I knelt beside him and unwrapped the soaked fabric, the blood sticky and warm on my hands. The cut was worse than I remembered—deep and angry, red pulsing around the edges."Hold still," I whispered, even though he hadn’t moved.He nodded once, barely.I cleaned the wound, each swipe
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 48
Danielle’s Point of ViewThe house felt different after Michael’s promise.Not safer.Just... sharper.Like the walls themselves were waiting for the first crack to splinter wide open.I stood by the fire, the low flames casting long, distorted shadows across the library walls. My arms were wrapped tight across my chest, as if holding myself together would stop the unraveling happening inside.Michael leaned against the doorway, silent, watching.Always watching.I didn’t ask if he meant it—that vow of no more lies.Some part of me already knew he did.But trust wasn’t a switch I could flip.It had to be earned.And tonight, something inside me braced for the test.He pushed off the wall and crossed the room in a few easy strides, the movement casual, but his jaw set hard enough to crack stone."They’re moving," he said.My hands tightened around my arms. "Who?"He stopped just short of me, the firelight flickering in his eyes. "Oliver’s people. They made contact with someone inside H
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 47
Danielle’s Point of ViewThe moon was high when we finally left the abandoned studio, our footsteps silent on the cobblestone paths that led back to the estate. The night air clung to my skin, thick with the scent of rain that hadn’t yet fallen, heavy with promises that hadn't yet broken.Michael walked beside me, close enough that the back of his hand brushed mine with every step, but neither of us rushed the space between us. We didn’t need to. The silence now was different—no longer a battlefield, but a quiet surrender.When we reached the house, he opened the door and waited for me to step inside first. His small gestures—so easy to miss, so heavy with meaning—tightened something in my chest.I kicked off my heels in the entryway, the cool marble stealing the heat from my soles. He watched me, a faint smirk ghosting over his lips like he couldn’t believe I was really there, like he didn’t dare.Neither of us said a word as we made our way upstairs.The bedroom was dim, lit only by
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 46
Danielle’s Point of ViewThe day slipped by in a blur of muted colors and restless thoughts. I stood by the windowsill, the city breathing beneath me, alive and unconcerned, while inside my chest everything churned.Michael's words from the morning clung to me like a second skin. "Maybe it's time we stopped running." Easy to say when you’ve always known how to win. Harder when every step forward felt like walking blindfolded through a minefield.Behind me, the low rumble of his voice drifted through the crack in the study door. He was on another call, his tone clipped, dangerous. Whatever he was plotting, it bore the weight of finality.I leaned my forehead against the glass, the cold biting into my skin. How did we get here? Two people who once needed each other for survival now needing each other for something much messier. Something without rules or contracts to guide us.The door creaked open. His footsteps were unhurried, but there was tension in the air, coiling tighter with eve
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 45
Danielle's Point of ViewThe silence stretched between us, thick and unspoken, the kind that settles after truths are revealed but not yet accepted. I stood at the edge of the terrace, the wind pulling at my dress like it, too, wanted me to leave. The city below shimmered, indifferent to my unraveling.Behind me, I could feel Michael's presence before he spoke. He hadn’t moved since I’d walked away from him. His restraint was unsettling, like a lion choosing not to pounce."You're not going to say anything?" I asked, my voice low, carrying a tremble I couldn't hide."What would you like me to say?" he replied, and even in its softness, his voice scraped against me.I turned slowly. The glow from inside the house cast shadows across his face, sculpting the hardness of his jaw, the fatigue around his eyes."That it wasn’t real. That you didn’t mean it. That it was just strategy again."He exhaled through his nose, a slow drag of breath. "If I said that, would it make it easier for you t
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 44
Danielle's Point of ViewThe rain had not stopped for hours. It bled against the windows in thick sheets, streaking down the glass like the sky itself was grieving. I stood by the tall window of Michael's study, my arms folded tightly, pulse ticking in my throat. The storm outside couldn’t rival the one inside me.Behind me, I heard the soft click of the door opening. His footsteps were slow, deliberate. I didn’t turn."It was never supposed to go this far," Michael said. His voice carried the weight of something unspoken—regret, maybe. Or resignation.I kept my gaze on the rain. "But it did. And now we're standing in the ashes."He moved closer, but not enough to touch me. Just near enough that I could feel the warmth of his presence creep up my spine."You knew what this was from the beginning," he said, voice low.I turned, finally, and met his eyes. There was no hatred in mine. Only exhaustion. "Did I? Or did you make me believe I could stay in control? That I wouldn’t fall into t
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 43
Michael's Point of ViewThe rain started before I could find her.It came down in sheets, loud and wild against the hood of the car, the kind of storm that made the city blur at the edges. I didn't care. My knuckles tightened around the wheel, the leather biting into my palms, my chest wound tight with something I hadn’t felt in years—dread. Real dread. Not the kind you can measure in losses or risk margins. The kind that comes when someone gets too close, and you can't protect them.Danielle had left the estate in silence. No note. No message. Just the echo of her perfume lingering in the hallway. I should’ve known something had shifted the moment she looked me in the eye this morning and didn’t flinch. Something had broken free in her, and I let it happen because I wanted her strong.But this—this silence was different.The wipers couldn’t keep up with the rain. I could barely see the road, but I wasn’t heading anywhere random. I knew her patterns, her ghosts. And when you know a pe
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 42
Danielle's Point of ViewThe evening light bled through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the study. The silence was thick, filled with the weight of everything left unsaid. I stood near the bookshelf, fingers brushing against the spines of leather-bound volumes I hadn't dared to touch since I arrived. My reflection in the glass stared back at me, hollow-eyed and regal, cloaked in the armor Michael had taught me to wear.He entered without a word. His footsteps were slower than usual, deliberate. I didn’t turn. Not yet."You canceled the board meeting," I said, watching the window."They didn’t need me there today."I turned slowly, finding his eyes already on mine. There was something different about the way he looked at me now—like he was seeing a version of me he hadn't planned for."You left without saying anything this morning.""I needed to think."His jaw tensed, the lines of his face sharp under the fading light. "And did you? Think?""Too much."He moved closer,
Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 41
Danielle's Point of ViewThe walls of the Hills estate loomed higher tonight, dressed in silence. The wind whispered against the glass panes like it carried secrets meant only for me. I stood by the tall windows in the drawing room, barefoot, the silk of my robe brushing against my skin with every slow breath.Michael hadn’t come home.That truth curled in the pit of my stomach like smoke, heavy and unshakable. He never mentioned where he was going. No message. No call. Only silence.I hated that it bothered me.The fire crackled behind me, casting long shadows that danced across the marble floor. My reflection in the window was ghostly, half-formed—a reminder that somewhere between vengeance and survival, I had become someone else. Someone colder. Someone lonelier.Footsteps echoed behind me.Not Michael’s.Lucien.He moved with his usual stillness, always watching before he spoke. He stopped at the threshold of the room, not daring to step in fully."He's still not back," he said."
