RETURN OF MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND

Lauren never imagined her life would spiral into chaos the night Caleb Monroe, dressed in a mint tuxedo and smelling like cashmere dreams, made her feel whole again... only for her dead husband to call hours later. Caleb Monroe looked breathtaking in his light green tuxedo — a vision Lauren couldn’t stop staring at. The familiar scent of Cashmere Bouquet drifted from him, igniting a flutter deep in her chest. Tonight was Granny Rosa’s birthday. Tomorrow would be Lauren’s. Granny Rosa was all Lauren had left, and Caleb had spared no expense. The mansion in the heart of Beverly Hills was alive with laughter and the glitter of wealthy elites. This night was supposed to be unforgettable — a bright spot after three years of pain and loneliness. Lauren smiled as the guests sang the birthday song. Granny Rosa’s eyes sparkled beneath her perfectly styled beehive. Lauren had done it all for her — the hair, the makeup, even the nails. Caleb’s hand slid around her waist as she

How could she wake up from this tangled mess? Caleb Monroe, her fiancé, was proposing—and her husband was still alive. The moment felt eerily familiar. Capuchin Hall had a branch in Texas. That was the exact same hall where Ethan had proposed to her four years ago. And she was wearing that same yellow sundress. She sobbed uncontrollably as Caleb looked up at her, hope shining in his eyes. But how could she break the news that her “dead” husband was very much alive? The proposal wouldn’t be valid until the divorce was finalized. Taking a shaky breath, she finally found her voice. “My husband—who was declared dead three years ago—is alive. I met him this morning. He’s alive and healthy.” Tears trickled down her cheeks as the room fell silent. "What on earth are you talking about?" Caleb Monroe said underneath his breath. He jumped to his feet. Granny Rosa who thought she was in a trance rushed up to her. "What on earth did you say?". "Ethan Whitmore is alive". She broug

From the upstairs lounge, Lauren watched her store buzz with life. Stylists walked in and out of private fitting rooms, models tried on dresses, and assistants hurried around carrying garment bags. A photographer from Vogue was already setting up the glass walls. The new sign for The Serena Fox Resort Collection had just gone up. In three days, the launch party would take place here. Lauren sat quietly with a cup of cold hibiscus tea in her hand. She hadn’t touched it in a while. The store looked beautiful. It wasn’t just a regular boutique anymore—it had become one of the top fashion spots in Beverly Hills. Just this week, they had signed a deal to open in Tokyo. Red carpet stylists had rented out the showroom to pull outfits for award season. And a famous pop star had chosen their team for her secret wedding dress. She hadn’t even had to design anything herself. The company had grown so much. Different designers and celebrities came in to create capsule collectio

Ethan picked up the glossy photographs one by one, his jaw clenched tight. Without a second glance, he began to tear them apart—deliberately, violently—until the pieces rained to the floor like confetti at a funeral.He looked up, eyes sharp and resolute.“Ms. Carter,” he said coolly. “Effective immediately, all your equity holdings and capital investments in Whitmore Group will be liquidated and returned to your designated account by 7 p.m. today. The paperwork has been prepared and will require your acknowledgment for compliance.”His voice was level—controlled, final, and without the slightest hint of reconsideration.Madeline’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You can’t be serious,” she snapped, rising from her seat.Ethan didn’t flinch. Instead, he turned to face her fully, his tone tightening.“You had access to the board. To our infrastructure. You even gained provisional oversight on sensitive projects under the terms I allowed. But interfering with Lauren Whitmore—my wife—was not

As much as her heart was sinking, Lauren summoned every ounce of courage and met his gaze."What if it’s true?" she asked, voice steady despite her racing pulse. "What if I came here to get revenge on Madeline?"Ethan burst into sudden, loud laughter—so loud, it echoed off the marble walls. For a second, she was almost afraid.Had he lost his mind since the fire?He shoved her suitcases into the wardrobe without answering."You won't say anything, Ethan?"He walked to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She flinched."Are you scared of me?" he whispered.She couldn’t find the words.He leaned into her ear, voice low and terrifyingly calm."Even if you came here to kill me, Lauren, I’d still keep you here."And with that, he walked out.Panic flooded her chest. This wasn't the Ethan she remembered. Something had changed. Or maybe… something had awakened in him—since the fire, or after death itself danced too close.She stepped into the hallway.A maid was cleaning the corridor."C