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CHAPTER 394
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The days after our engagement were a blur of quiet moments and soft laughterânormalcy in a way I had never truly experienced before. Leon and I settled into a rhythm that felt natural, like we had been doing this forever.One evening, we were sprawled out on the couch, my legs draped over his lap as he absentmindedly traced circles on my ankle. A movie played in the background, but neither of us was paying attention.âYou know,â Leon mused, tilting his head toward me, âwe should probably start thinking about where we want to live.âI blinked. âWhatâs wrong with where we live now?âHe chuckled. âNothing, butâĶ donât you want something thatâs ours? A place we choose together?âThe idea settled in my chest, warm and unfamiliar. I had always been so focused on surviving that I had never considered what it would mean to truly build something with him.âYou already have a place in mind, donât you?â I narrowed my eyes.He smirked. âMaybe.âI sighed dramatically. âOf course you do. Go on then,
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The days at the beach house were fleeting, but they imprinted themselves onto my soul like ink on paperâpermanent, unshakable.Leon and I spent our time wrapped in each other, the world outside forgotten. We cooked together, danced in the kitchen barefoot, made love under the moonlight, and talked about everything we had never had the chance to say before.One evening, after a long walk along the shore, we sat on the wooden deck of the house, our legs tangled beneath a thick blanket. The waves hummed in the background, their rhythm as steady as the beating of my heart.Leon turned to me, his fingers tracing circles on my thigh. âWhat do you want the future to look like, Margarette?âI leaned my head against his shoulder. âThis. Just more of this.âHe smiled, kissing the top of my head. âNo big dreams? No wild ambitions?âI laughed softly. âI think Iâve spent so much of my life chasing thingsâjustice, revenge, security. And now, all I want is peace.âHis hand found mine beneath the bla
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The days following Leonâs proposal felt like a dreamâsoft, golden, and filled with an unshakable sense of peace. I caught myself staring at the ring on my finger more often than I cared to admit, the weight of it both grounding and exhilarating.We didnât rush into planning the wedding. Instead, we let ourselves be, relishing in this new phase of our relationship. The world outside our home was still chaotic, filled with unfinished battles and uncertain futures, but in thisâin usâthere was certainty.One evening, as we lay tangled together on the couch, Leon traced patterns on my bare shoulder, his voice a low murmur against my skin. âTell me something youâve never told anyone.âI turned my head to look at him, our faces inches apart. âSomething Iâve never told anyone?âHe nodded. âSomething real.âI swallowed, considering. There were so many pieces of me Iâd kept hiddenâfears, dreams, scars that hadnât fully healed. But with Leon, there was no need for walls.âI used to be afraid of
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Days passed, but the unease in Leon hadnât faded. He kept himself busy, making calls, arranging meetings, tightening security. I watched him closely, noting the way his shoulders carried an unseen weight. His fatherâs sudden reappearance had unsettled him more than he let on.One evening, as we lay in bed, I turned to him, brushing my fingers over his chest. âLeon, talk to me.âHe exhaled, his arm tightening around me. âItâs nothing.âI propped myself up on my elbow, searching his face. âItâs not nothing. Youâre restless. You barely sleep.âHis jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he would brush me off again. But then, he spoke.âWhen I was younger, my father used to tell me that in our world, loyalty is everything,â he said, his voice low. âBut he also told me that loyalty is never freeâitâs bought, traded, or forced.âI frowned. âYou think he came back because he wants something from you?âLeon nodded. âMy father has never been a man who does things without a reason. If heâs he
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The ride back to the penthouse was silent, tension thick in the air. Leon drove with one hand on the wheel, the other gripping his gun. His jaw was locked, his eyes dark.I knew that look.He was planning. Calculating.âCalloway just declared war,â I murmured, watching the city lights blur past the windshield.Leon exhaled sharply. âHe did more than that. He underestimated us.âI studied his profileâthe controlled rage simmering beneath his calm demeanor. He wasnât just angry. He was ready to make a move.âWe need to hit back,â I said.Leonâs grip tightened. âWe will.âHis phone buzzed. He glanced at it, then tossed it onto the dashboard. âMy father.ââAnswer it,â I urged.Leon let out a slow breath before pressing the call button. âYeah?âHis fatherâs voice was sharp. âI assume youâre still alive.âLeon smirked. âDisappointed?âA pause. Then, âGet to the estate. Now.âThe line went dead.Leon exhaled through his nose, tossing his phone onto his lap. âThatâs never a good sign.âI lean
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By the next morning, the fallout had already begun.Leon and I sat in his penthouse, reviewing the reports pouring in from our contacts. Callowayâs operation had taken a major hitâhis Russian allies were furious, his supply lines were compromised, and his reputation was crumbling.But we both knew it wasnât over.Calloway wouldnât take this loss lying down.Leonâs fingers drummed against the table, his jaw tight. âHeâll retaliate.âI nodded. âItâs just a matter of when.âLeonâs phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then answered with a clipped, âWhat?âA pause.Then his expression darkened.âWhen?â he demanded.Another pause.âWhere is she now?âI sat up straighter, sensing the shift in his energy.Then Leon cursed under his breath and ended the call.âWhat happened?â I asked.He stood, already grabbing his keys. âAlexa was taken.âMy blood ran cold. âBy Calloway?âLeonâs jaw clenched. âLooks like it.âI shot up from my seat. âThen letâs go get her.âAlexaâs location was traced to a
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The night was deceptively peaceful. The city lights stretched far beyond the penthouse windows, illuminating a world that had no idea of the chaos brewing beneath the surface.Leon stood by the window, his sleeves rolled up, his jaw clenched in quiet contemplation. He hadnât said much since our meeting at the club.I knew why.We had allies now, but it wasnât enough.We needed more.âTell me whatâs going on in that head of yours,â I said, stepping closer.Leonâs fingers tightened around the glass in his hand. âThereâs a war coming, Margarette. And I donât know if I can keep you safe through it.âI scoffed. âYouâre still underestimating me?âHis jaw ticked. âNo. I justââ He exhaled sharply, turning to face me. âI canât lose you.âThe words hit harder than they should have.I swallowed, pushing down the sudden rush of emotion. âThen donât.âLeon studied me for a long moment, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then, before I could react, he pulled me flush against him, his lips capturing mine
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Leon didnât speak much after that. The drive back was filled with nothing but the hum of the tires on the road and the unspoken weight between us. I wanted to say somethingâanythingâto make him look at me the way he used to. But I knew this wasnât the time.When we pulled into the underground parking lot of our penthouse, Leon shut off the engine and exhaled through his nose. His hands remained on the wheel, knuckles white.I unbuckled my seatbelt. âLeonââHe turned to me, his eyes dark and unreadable. âYou just declared war on your father, Margarette.âI swallowed. âYou think I donât know that?ââThatâs the problem.â He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. âThis isnât just about exposing his corruption. Harlan Westwood isnât the kind of man who forgives betrayal. And you just put a target on your back.âI clenched my jaw. âIâve had a target on my back ever since I decided to take back whatâs mine.âLeon let out a humorless laugh. âAnd you think heâs just going to let you?âI reac
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MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 470
The rain was falling again.It always did on days like thisâdays that felt like endings.I stood on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the stormy waters of Anacortes, my coat pulled tightly around me, the hood shielding my face from the wind that carried the scent of salt and something olderâsomething like goodbye.Leon stood behind me. I didnât have to turn around to feel him there. His presence was familiar now, carved into my skin like muscle memory. Heâd been my gravity, my storm, my salvation, and my ruinâsometimes all at once.âItâs really over, isnât it?â I whispered, more to the wind than to him.He didnât answer right away. His silence was as heavy as the stormclouds above us.âI wanted to fix everything for you,â he said finally, his voice hoarse, like it had been dragged across a battlefield. âI wanted to give you a life that didnât hurt.âI closed my eyes. The ache in my chest pulsed with every beat of my heart. âYou did,â I said. âFor a while, you did.âI heard the crunch
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 469
I took a deep breath, steadying myself. âIâm not the same person I was before,â I said, my voice firm, unwavering. âAnd Iâm not walking away this time.âThe manâs eyes flickered with a moment of doubt, just enough for me to catch. And then, before I could even register what had happened, Leon moved.Faster than I could blink, Leon was in front of me, his hand grabbing the gun and twisting it out of the manâs grasp. The force of it sent the man stumbling back, but he didnât go down easily. His bodyguards rushed in, but Leon was already a step ahead, disarming one of them with a swift, calculated move.I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process what I was witnessing. Leonâalways so calm, always so carefulâwas ruthless. He was like a force of nature, determined to protect me at all costs.But the fight wasnât over yet. The man recovered, his eyes burning with rage. âYou really think youâve won?â he spat, his voice dripping with venom. âYouâre nothing but a pawn in a game you canât ev
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 468
The sound of boots drew closer, pounding the floor with an urgency that echoed through the cavernous halls of the estate. My heart raced as the reality of what I had just heard crashed into me like a tidal wave. The man who had once been a part of my lifeâmy familyâs betrayer, the one who had orchestrated their deathsâstood there, calmly, as if this was just another night for him.Leonâs grip on my hand tightened, but I didnât let him pull me away. I could feel the air thickening with tension, the walls pressing in as everything I thought I knew began to crumble.The intruders were only moments away.The manâheâsmirked, watching us. âYou think this will end well? Youâve no idea what youâre up against. My people are everywhere.âI took a step forward, ignoring Leonâs silent plea to retreat. âYou killed them. And you thought I would be the next one to fall in line?â My voice was a whisper, but it held a power I hadnât realized I had. âYou were wrong.âThe manâs face faltered, just for a
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 467
Next Morning at the Estate Archives. The basement was cold and damp, and the air smelled of mildew and secrets. Old boxes lined the walls, labeled in my fatherâs tidy script. Financial records. Land deeds. Correspondence.Leon sifted through a crate of documents while I dug through another.Then something caught my eye.A faded folder labeled: Project Thornfield.I opened it slowly.Inside were blueprintsâplans for development across coastal land that was supposed to be protected forest. There were signatures from multiple board members, including names I recognized.And then, one I didnât.N. Vallis.Leon leaned over. âYou know that name?âI shook my head. âNo. But look hereâhe signed off on the project two weeks before my parents died.âLeon pulled out his phone. âIâll run a background check.âI kept flipping through the documentsâand found something that made my blood run cold.An aerial photo.Of the cliffside. Our property.With a giant red X drawn over the coordinates where my p
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 466
THREE WEEKS LATER...The investigation moved faster than Iâd expected. With the board fully on our side now, the paper trail unraveled like a thread pulled from an old sweaterâeach piece of evidence exposing the next. Shell companies. Forged contracts. Witnesses who had remained silent out of fear but were finally coming forward.Still, no one had seen him since the day of the summit. He had vanished without a trace. No flights. No offshore activity. No messages. It was like heâd disappeared into smoke.But Dorian didnât believe in ghosts. âHeâs hiding,â he said as he handed me a thick folder. âAnd thisâthis will force him out.âI flipped through the documents. Bank records. A property registered under an alias. Hidden deep in the woods outside of Anacortes. I felt my stomach twist.Leon stepped up behind me, his hand grazing my shoulder. âLetâs pay him a visit.âThe cabin was barely more than a shadow tucked between trees. No lights. No car. Just silence and the thrum of insects in t
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 465
Sunlight crept cautiously through the cracks in the blinds, casting golden slivers across the hardwood floor of the safe house bedroom. I sat curled up on the edge of the bed, a blanket draped around my shoulders and the journal heavy in my lap. The cover was cracked, worn with age and secrets. My fingers hovered over the first page for what felt like an eternity.Leon was nearbyâhe hadnât slept much, either. He stood at the window with a mug of black coffee, watching the world outside with quiet alertness. When I finally opened the journal, he turned slightly but didnât speak. He knew I needed silence for this.The first entry was dated nearly two decades ago.July 14th. We signed the contract today. Two families, one future. The woman from Delmar Holdings is more cunning than I expected. She knows weâre desperateâand she used it. I told Mariana to trust me. That this was the only way. God help me, I hope Iâm right.My breath hitched. Marianaâthat was my motherâs name.I flipped thro
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MARGARETTE'S POVBefore we could react, the door behind us burst open.Three armed men rushed in, dressed in black, their movements precise and rehearsed. Leon shoved me behind him, drawing his gun up in an instant. Dorian, who had been lingering near the entrance, took cover behind a cabinet, gun already out.âEliseâs father wasnât bluffing,â I breathed, my heart hammering. âHe had backup ready.âLeon fired the first shot, catching one of the intruders in the shoulder and sending him crashing to the floor. Chaos erupted. Dorian ducked low and returned fire, narrowly missing another attacker who retaliated with a spray of bullets that shattered the windows.I crouched behind an overturned table, the sound of gunfire drowning out my thoughts. The locket in my palm dug into my skin, its edges sharpâa painful reminder that I couldnât afford to lose control now.âEliseâs father!â I shouted to Leon. âHeâs escaping!âThrough the haze of smoke and broken glass, I saw the man slinking toward
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The sound of footsteps pounding in the hallway was the last thing I heard before the door slammed open.I barely had time to react before a rush of armed men poured into the room, their eyes scanning every corner, landing finally on me. There was no mistaking the intent behind their cold stares.âGet down!â Leonâs voice crackled through the earpiece again, but there was no time to obey. I couldnât allow myself to hesitateânot now, not when the truth was within reach.I raised my gun, my hands steady despite the chaos unfolding around me. I wasnât going down without a fight, not after everything I had lost. Not after everything Eliseâs father had taken from me.Before the first man could react, I fired. The sound of the shot echoed in the confined space, the bullet finding its mark in the manâs chest. His body crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, but the others didnât hesitate. They moved in faster, their guns drawn, but I was ready.I ducked behind the desk, using it as cover
MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBANDÂ Â Â CHAPTER 462
Dawn came in silver slivers through the cracks in the window. I hadnât sleptânot really. My mind was too loud, looping the footage over and over like a broken reel.Leon sat across from me at the table, sipping his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Neither of us had said much since the footage. We didnât need to. The truth had cut so deep, it didnât leave room for small talk.But I had questions.And I needed answers.âHow long do you think heâs known I survived?â I finally asked, voice hoarse.Leon didnât look away from his mug. âLong enough to start covering his tracks. But he didnât expect the locket to resurface.âMy hand instinctively reached for it. The locket was warm now, like it had absorbed my grief and fury. Inside was a picture of my mother and meâher arm around my tiny shoulders, her smile soft but tired. A photo I hadnât even remembered until last night.âHe killed her,â I whispered. âHe killed my father. For what? A project?ââNot just a project,â
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