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The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return #133
Chapter 133 Cynthia’s POV Kevin followed me all the way down the hall to my room like a personal security detail with opinions, and the moment I stepped inside, he shut the door behind us with a decisive click that told me I wasn’t getting any peace anytime soon. I barely had time to drop my heels by the door before he was in front of me. “Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the armchair by the window. I blinked at him. “Excuse me?” “Cynthia,” he said, using that tone—the one that meant big brother, not business partner, not family strategist, not joking Kevin—“you look like someone who hasn’t slept, eaten, or processed anything that happened in the last twenty-four hours but yet, you have this glow… hmm… i have questions, so sit my dearest Cici.” I sighed, but I complied, sinking into the chair and rubbing my temples. Kevin disappeared briefly into my walk-in closet and came back holding my purse. “This,” he said, tossing it gently onto the bed, “was retrieved from the event. You
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return #132
Chapter 132 Cynthia's POV Ethan wanted to drop me off at home, but I didn't want that. "I can call an Uber," I said, already trying to pull out my phone, before remembering I'd left my purse and phone at the event last night. "Or... I'll figure something out." "Don't be ridiculous," Ethan said, starting the car. "I'm not letting you take an Uber after everything that happened. Just... I'll drive you." "I can't." He turned to look at me, confusion clear on his face. "Why not?" Because I didn't want him to know my identity yet. Didn't want him to pull up to the Laurent Family Mansion and have all the pieces click into place — that I wasn't just Cynthia who'd become a successful chef in Paris, but Cynthia Laurent, member of one of the wealthiest families in the country. Though after last night's endeavor, after what we'd shared in that beach house, I was now emotionally entangled with him again in ways I hadn't anticipated. My walls were crumbling, my resolve weakening,
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return #131
Chapter 131 Nikolai's POV It had been a hell of a ride for me these past few months. I sat in my car, parked far enough from Ethan's beach house that I wouldn't be spotted but close enough that I had a clear view of the upstairs windows. The sun was just beginning to rise over the ocean, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold that should have been beautiful but just felt mocking. I'd been here all night. Watching. Waiting. Torturing myself. I genuinely loved Cynthia. Had from the moment I first saw her, though I'd tried to deny it, tried to convince myself it was just professional admiration or passing attraction. It had been during my father's birthday celebration at her restaurant in Paris—Maison Cynclair. I'd gone reluctantly, expecting another tedious family obligation filled with forced conversation and mediocre food. Instead, I'd met her. She'd come out of the kitchen personally to greet my father and when she'd stood there in her chef's whites, hair pulled
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return #130
Chapter 130 Cynthia's POV We were deep asleep in the beach house that morning, our bodies tangled together in the large bed upstairs, the sound of waves crashing against the shore and birds chirping outside creating a peaceful symphony that had lulled us into the deepest sleep I'd had in years. The events of last night felt like a fever dream — the gunshot, the dead waiter, the frantic drive to escape, and then... then what had happened between us in this house. Now, in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, I could feel Ethan's warmth beside me, his arm draped possessively across my waist, his breath steady and even against my neck. For a moment I let myself enjoy it. Let myself pretend we were just a normal couple waking up together, that there was no divorce pending, no attempted murder to deal with, no complications waiting for us back in the real world. Then Ethan's phone buzzed. Once. Twice. Three times in rapid succession. He stirred beside me, groaning
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return #129
Chapter 129 Anna's POVI was restless, pacing back and forth in my apartment like a caged animal, my phone clutched in my trembling hand, waiting for an update.The plan had been simple. Clean. A single shot at a public event where chaos would provide the perfect cover for escape. By the time security figured out what had happened, Cynthia would be dead and the shooter would be long gone, lost in the panicked crowd.Simple.Except my phone had been silent for over an hour now, and the silence was eating me alive.I'd turned on the news — every channel, flipping between them obsessively — but there was nothing yet. No breaking news alerts about a shooting at the holiday party. No emergency broadcasts. Nothing.What the hell was taking so long?Finally… finally — my phone rang.I answered before the first ring finished. "Tell me it's done.""I missed." His voice was flat, emotionless, delivering the news like he was reporting the weather.My blood ran cold. "What?""I missed the hit. E
The Billionaire Ex-Wife's Return #128
Chapter 128 Cynthia’s POV “Kiss me again.” The words tore out of me, raw and ragged, a command born from years of starvation. Ethan’s response was immediate, brutal like he had been expecting me to say that, like he was actually wishing he hadn't cut off that kiss back in the car, and perhaps done what he needed to do there. I knew he wanted me, I could see it through his pants in the car when he kissed me. His mouth slammed into mine, teeth clashing, tongue invading like he owned me, like he was reclaiming every inch he’d neglected. I tasted the desperation we’d both buried for too long. I clawed at his shirt, buttons popping, fabric ripping as I yanked it open. His hands were just as savage, fisting my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. He bit down hard on the tendon there, sucking until I cried out, the pain blooming into fire that shot straight between my legs. We crashed onto the couch by the fireplace, the leather cold against my back until his weight pinn
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