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Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 17
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-26Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 18
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 19
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 20
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-28Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 21
Danielle’s point of view.The morning light cut through the room in slanted beams, gilding the edges of silk and shadow. I sat at the vanity, combing my fingers through my hair, watching the reflection that stared back.It was still me, the lady who Micheal liberated, nothing changed and I have to accept the truth.The events of last night lingered like the scent of burning embers, unseen, but impossible to ignore. Oliver’s presence. His calculated movements. Michael’s quiet amusement.It should have been satisfying to see Oliver fold under the weight of his own regret. But it wasn’t. Not entirely.A knock at the door. Soft, measured.Michael.I didn’t bother answering. He walked in anyway.He was already dressed—pressed charcoal slacks, a crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the throat. There was something effortless about him, something calculated.He leaned against the dresser, watching me in the mirror.“Sleep well?”I turned, tilting my head. “You already know the answer to that.”His
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 22
Isabella's point of view The night air pressed against my skin, thick with the weight of unspoken words. The scent of damp earth filled the air, carrying whispers of things left unresolved. My heels clicked against the marble as I stepped inside, the dim lighting casting elongated shadows across the walls. Michael’s presence loomed behind me, silent but heavy, his gaze a weight I refused to acknowledge.I raised my shoulders high in the air, my chest out as my hands swung as my hips swayed.My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms—a grounding sensation in the face of the storm swirling within me. The events of the evening lingered like an echo, Oliver’s stare, Caitlyn’s smirk, the silent war playing out in careful glances and lingering touches. The taste of victory was bitter in my mouth, laced with something I refused to name.Michael moved past me, his jacket sliding from his shoulders with practiced ease. The fabric landed on the back of the leather ch
Last Updated : 2025-03-30Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 23
Michael's point of view The moment Danielle stepped into the room, I knew something had shifted. She carried herself with a precision that wasn’t just control—it was strategy. Her gaze skimmed over me, indifferent, as though she hadn’t spent the evening before wrapped in my world, my power.I closed the distance between us slowly, measuring her reaction. The faintest flicker of tension in her shoulders gave her away, but she didn’t step back. Good.“You didn’t come to bed last night,” I said, my voice quiet, steady.She glanced at me, unimpressed. “Neither did you.”A smirk threatened, but I swallowed it down. She was learning.I reached for her, trailing a finger down the bare skin of her arm. She didn’t flinch, didn’t soften. That, more than anything, set my blood simmering. “What’s on your mind, Danielle?”She tilted her head, her expression unreadable. “Do you trust me, Michael?”I let the question settle, studying the way she held herself—controlled, expectant. I could lie, feed
Last Updated : 2025-03-31Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 24
Michael's point of view Danielle was a study in poise, every movement deliberate, every glance calculated. She had learned well. Too well.I watched her from across the room, her back straight, chin lifted, the diamond necklace I had placed around her throat catching the light. A collar, a statement, a warning. She was no longer the woman Oliver had discarded. She was something else entirely now—something sharper, something untouchable.The gala had been a stage, and she had played her role beautifully. Oliver had been unraveling by the minute, his grip on his champagne glass tightening with every smile she directed my way. And Caitlyn? She had nearly shattered under the weight of Danielle’s presence alone.I had expected satisfaction. Victory. Instead, there was something else curling inside me, something I refused to name.Back at the estate, the silence between us stretched. Danielle removed the necklace and placed it on the vanity, her fingers steady, her expression unreadable.“
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Billionaire Ex Wants Her Back . chapter 49
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,
