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RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND CHASED ME BACK CHAPTER 135
It was supposed to be a quiet morning.Jeff had gone out early to meet with someone from his old agency—an intel drop that couldn’t wait. I told him I’d be fine alone. That the place was fortified enough to hold off a small war. And, besides, I needed space.What I didn’t tell him was that part of me was restless. I’d been avoiding the main house for the better part of two weeks, confining myself to the guesthouse like a self-imposed exile. But that morning, with the sun warming the Pacific and nothing to distract me but an already-solved codebase, I found myself walking up the flagstone path toward the villa.It felt familiar. Too familiar.I hadn’t lived here—not really. Just a few visits during the height of our marriage. A retreat after press circuits, missions, burnout. But I remembered the smell of it—the sea salt, old wood, and Jeff’s cologne lingering in corners he barely touched.I told myself I was just looking for a charger.That was a lie.I ended up in the west wing. The
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Moving into Jeff’s California villa felt like slipping into a dream I never thought I’d touch again. The ocean sang just beyond the bluffs, wild rosemary danced in the breeze, and the scent of fresh paint lingered from where he'd redone the guesthouse months ago—"just in case," he said with a shrug, like preparing a space for a ghost was perfectly normal.Jeff let me be. He didn’t hover or pry, didn’t sneak midnight glances through my windows like he joked he might. But he was there—every morning with his coffee, every evening with those eyes that held back something unsaid.I hadn’t said yes to moving into his house yet.And every day that passed, it became clearer why.It wasn’t just the fear. It wasn’t just the note, or the threat, or the quiet paranoia that settled in my bones whenever I caught a shadow move too quickly.It was that Jeff Ortega still loved me. And he didn’t hide it.And I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to love him back.One afternoon, maybe five days after I’d
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It didn’t happen immediately.In fact, the morning after Jeff asked me to come live with him in California, I gave him a hard "no.""It’s not about you," I told him. "It’s about me. About all the messes I’ve made and the ghosts I haven’t finished burying."He nodded like he expected that. Like maybe part of him had always known I wasn’t the type to say yes so easily.So I didn’t.For a week, I kept my distance. We worked together closely—Project: VESTIGE wasn’t going to dismantle itself—but at night, I went back to the apartment I’d borrowed from Maricel, a friend who owed me too many favors to count.Jeff didn’t push. Not once.But he lingered.He brought me coffee just the way I liked it, extra strong, no sugar, only a hint of cinnamon. He kept snacks around the bunker because I had the tendency to skip meals when I got too deep into code. And every time we stumbled over something hard—an encrypted line we couldn’t crack, a new name on Aurelius’s ledger that we recognized—he let me
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The world didn't end when we broke into the Aurelius Core Hub.It didn't crumble beneath our feet or burn down in glorious spectacle. No alarms blared, no armed guards chased us through sterile corridors. The truth, it turned out, wasn't guarded by steel. It was buried in silence.And we had all the keys to break it wide open.The data archive was deeper than either of us imagined—line after line of operations, betrayals, signed approvals. But more than that, more than the list of names or off-the-record transactions, what cracked something in me was the final set of files."Perez, D."I clicked it open with a breath caught in my chest.Jeff stood behind me. Silent.There I was. Not just a name, but a profile. Surveillance logs. Decision matrices. Psychological assessments. They'd cataloged my grief, my rage, my desire to fight. They'd known how I would react before I ever did.They planned my trial like a play.The worst part? They'd manipulated me into trusting the one person they k
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I hated that my pulse jumped at the sound of my name in his mouth. Hated that my skin remembered how he touched me even when my mind screamed not to.“Say that again,” I said, folding my arms. “But this time, say it without looking like you’re about to hand me another dossier with a death list.”He chuckled. “I never stopped caring, Demi Perez.” A beat. “And I never stopped watching over you.”“Creepy,” I said.“Endearing,” he countered.“Stalker.”“Protector.”“Liar.”“Guilty.”I faltered.“You’re not even going to deny it?”“I lied to keep you alive,” he said, moving closer still. “And I’d do it again if it meant you get to keep breathing.”I hated him. I really did.Mostly because a part of me wanted to believe him.Another part wanted to throw coffee in his face.But then he was right in front of me, so close I could smell the espresso on his breath. So close I could remember the night in Paris, under the flickering lights of a hotel rooftop, where we both forgot how dangerous we
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He showed me footage next.Grainy clips of late-night meetings. Names I recognized—names that were supposed to be allies—whispering about asset liquidation and controlled narratives. In one, the man who’d chaired my inquiry hearing was caught handing over an envelope of crypto keys to a broker whose face was pixelated beyond recognition.“They owned the outcome before the trial ever began,” Jeff said.I sat down then.Because my legs didn’t want to hold me anymore.“And you never told me?” I asked.“If I had, you’d have done something reckless.”He wasn’t wrong. I still wanted to.“What about now?” I asked. “Are you going to keep protecting me from the truth?”He looked at me for a long time. Not like a handler. Not like a man looking at a threat.Like someone who’d once cared. Maybe still did.“No,” he said quietly. “Now you deserve to see everything.”He handed me another file.This one was labeled PROJECT: VESTIGE.“What is this?” I asked.“Aurelius’s next move,” Jeff said. “And yo
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They say hindsight is a mirror.But mirrors don’t always tell the truth.I watched the mountains disappear behind us as Leti’s car sped through the tunnel toward Chamonix. The Codex sat heavy in my lap—no larger than a keychain, yet somehow heavier than the weight of what I’d carried these past three years: rage, betrayal, loss.Esteban had gone quiet after we crossed the French border. He needed to scrub my digital trail, wipe the Geneva footage, disable the compromised access points. Leti didn’t speak either, and I was grateful. I didn’t want to talk.I wanted answers.When we reached the safehouse—a shuttered inn disguised as a snowboarding lodge—I went straight to the attic room and plugged in the drive. The screen flickered once, then bloomed with the archive: thousands of documents organized by code names, real names, years, layers of deception so elegantly nested that only a handful of people could have created this architecture.Jeff Ortega was one of them.I opened a folder m
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Julian was late.That wasn’t like him. Jeff’s men were never late unless something was wrong. My pulse ticked faster with each passing second, and I kept one hand inside the pocket of my navy blazer, fingers grazing the small flash drive Esteban had mailed to a dead drop in Zurich two days earlier. It looked unassuming—a scratched plastic stick with a fake IBM label—but inside it was the only tool capable of bypassing Julian’s biometric locks.I stood in the sterile server chamber of Nexar Holdings—one of Jeff Ortega’s newest phantom startups disguised as an AI logistics firm. To the outside world, we managed drone inventory for post-conflict reconstruction zones. In reality, the shipments were anything but humanitarian. I knew that now. Containers labeled educational kits were filled with unregistered hardware—jammer circuits, surveillance chips, autonomous combat nodes.It was a war economy, digitized and made elegant by men like Jeff.And I was inside it.“Motion sensors down,” Est
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The call ended. The line went dead. But its echo—Camilo’s gone—rattled in my skull like an explosion that never stopped reverberating.“No, no, no,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I gripped the edge of Esteban’s desk. “He wouldn’t—he wouldn’t go quietly. Camilo wouldn’t let him—”“He didn’t,” Leti cut in, voice hard as steel. “Camilo’s smarter than that. Jeff had to do something desperate to shut him up.”Esteban stood up, already typing something into one of his consoles. “Let me check the secure logs from Madrid. Camilo’s burner phone had a ghost trace I embedded before you left. If he’s alive and moving, I’ll find him.”The room was tense, thick with urgency.I paced, my hands trembling. Jeff had been two steps ahead of us from the start, and now he was using our own friend as leverage. This wasn’t a man clinging to control—this was a man in control, lashing out because we’d dared challenge his empire.And somehow, he still had power. He wasn’t just a business tycoon with money
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