The Billionaire's Ex-wife's Revenge

The Shattered SurpriseElenaI checked my reflection one last time in the elevator's polished doors, smoothing down the emerald silk dress that hugged my curves. Adrian had once whispered in my ear that this dress made me irresistible, back when his whispers meant something. Back when his eyes would light up when I entered a room instead of dimming with that distant look I'd grown to hate.The elevator dinged softly as it reached the forty-second floor. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy coursing through my veins. Today would be different. Today would mark the beginning of us finding our way back to each other.The bag containing Adrian's favorite Italian lunch from Marcello's weighed heavy in my hands, veal parmesan with that special sauce he always raved about. I'd driven across town during rush hour to get it, nearly getting into two accidents because I kept rehearsing my speech in my head.*I love you, Adrian. I know we've been distant la

The Cruel UltimatumElenaThe silence stretched between us like a taut wire ready to snap. Adrian stared at the pregnancy test on the bathroom floor, his face cycling through emotions I couldn't read. For a moment, just one brief, foolish moment – I dared to hope that maybe this would change everything. Maybe the news of our baby would bring back the man I'd fallen in love with.Then he started laughing.It wasn't the warm, rich laugh I remembered from our early days together. This was something cold and sharp, like broken glass scraping against stone. The sound made my skin crawl."Pregnant," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Of course. Of fucking course.""Adrian, I..""You calculated little bitch." His voice was filled with disgust as he stepped further into the bathroom. "Did you plan this? Is this your pathetic attempt to trap me?"The accusation hit me like a physical blow. "What? No! I had no idea. I'm as shocked as you are.""Are you?" He crouched down and picked up the

The Silent VowElena "Mrs. Blackwood," Dr. Williams said, her voice gentle but serious. "You're experiencing what we call a threatened miscarriage. The bleeding and cramping are warning signs that your body is under severe stress."The words hit me like ice water. My free hand flew to my stomach, covering the tiny life I was already so desperate to protect. "Am I going to lose my baby?""Not necessarily," the doctor said, adjusting her glasses as she studied the ultrasound screen. "The baby's heartbeat is strong, which is a very good sign. But you need to understand, stress, trauma, and physical exhaustion can all trigger complications in early pregnancy."I felt Damien's hand squeeze mine reassuringly, but I could barely focus on anything except the doctor's words."What do I need to do?" I asked, my voice cracking. "I'll do anything to save my baby."Dr. Williams turned the screen toward me, pointing to a tiny flickering spot. "That's your baby's heartbeat. Strong and steady at eig

Elena's POVThe safe house wasn't what I expected.After thirty minutes of driving through winding roads that climbed away from the city, Damien's car finally turned onto a private lane hidden by towering pine trees. The estate emerged from the forest like something out of a dream, a modern structure of glass and stone that seemed to float above a crystal-clear lake. Mountains rose in the distance, their peaks still dusted with early snow."This is where you live?" I asked, my voice hoarse from crying."One of the places," Damien said, helping me out of the car. "It's secure. Private. No one knows about it except my most trusted people."The cramping had subsided during the drive, but Dr. Williams's stern instructions echoed in my mind: Complete bed rest. No stress. As if that were possible now.Inside, the house was warm and inviting despite its modern architecture.Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the lake, reflecting the afternoon sun in ripples of gold. Comfortable furniture in

Elena's POVThe sound of tires crunching on gravel pulled me from the book I wasn't really reading. I'd been staring at the same page for twenty minutes, my mind replaying the brick through the window, Adrian's note, the look on Damien's face when he'd read it."That'll be Lily," Mrs. Chen said, bustling past with a tray of cookies. Her face glowed with warmth. "Mr. Cross's daughter. Such a sweet child."My stomach flipped. A daughter. Damien had mentioned her briefly, but somehow the reality of meeting her made everything feel more real. More complicated. I stood from the couch, smoothing down my borrowed sweater. Through the window, I watched a black SUV pull up. Damien emerged from the driver's side, and my breath caught.He looked different. Softer somehow. When he opened the back door, a little girl tumbled out in a burst of energy and laughter.She couldn't have been more than six years old. Dark curls bounced around her shoulders as she jumped into Damien's arms. She wore pink