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The Billionaire’s Greatest Loss: Ex Wife Please Come back

The Billionaire’s Greatest Loss: Ex Wife Please Come back

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Synopsis

Contemporary

First-Person POV

Goodgirl

CEO

Possessive

Divorce

Betrayal

Revenge

Serena Vaughn was once the invisible wife of Damien Blackwood, a ruthless billionaire who only treated her as nothing more than a trophy. When he humiliates her one too many times, she walks away, ignoring the world’s bets that she’ll come crawling back. But Serena isn’t broken, she’s a dormant storm. Months later, she resurfaces as the CEO of a revolutionary tech empire, her brilliance was undeniable. The same society that mocked her now clamors for her favor, including a Nobel-winning scientist, a Wall Street titan, and Hollywood’s biggest star all scrambling to be the new man in her life. But Damien isn’t ready to let go. When he corners her, demanding to know if her child is his, Serena’s icy reply shatters him. “That’s none of your business, ex-husband, step aside!” Now, the war is on. Old enemies circle like vultures, but Serena is no longer prey. One by one, they fall, until only one question remains. How far will a broken man go when the woman he discarded becomes the queen of his ruin?

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Chapter 1
THE LAST STRAW(Serena’s POV)The first time I realized I was invisible was on my wedding night. Not when Damian Blackwood whispered promises against my skin, not when the press called me the luckiest woman in New York City, and certainly not when his grandmother, Eleanor Blackwood, handed me a premarital agreement that was thicker than a Bible. No. It was when he left me alone in our penthouse suite, still in my wedding dress, to take a call from his mistress. Three years later, nothing had changed. The diamonds around my neck felt like a noose as I stood at the edge of the Blackwood Charity Gala, my fingers tracing the cold, perfect stones of the choker Damien had given me, another apology wrapped in luxury. It was a gift from him last week after missing our anniversary, again. The weight of it pressed against my throat, a constant reminder that I was owned. Around me, the grand ballroom of the Blackwood Estate glittered like a jewel box, its vaulted ceilings dripping wi
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Chapter 2
THE PHOENIX RISES(Serena’s POV)The cold night air slapped my face as I stepped out of the Blackwood Estate. My breath came out in sharp puffs of white, matching the furious rhythm of my heartbeat. I did it!I actually did it!The stained ivory gown clung to my legs as I walked, the fabric stiffening from the dried wine but I didn't care. For the first time in three years, I felt alive.A black town car pulled up in front of me right on time. The window rolled down, revealing Elena's sharp grin. “Get in, badass,” she said. I slid into the leather seat, my body trembling, not from the cold, but from the adrenaline. The moment the door closed, I collapsed against the headrest, my hands shaking as I pressed them to my suddenly queasy stomach. Elena took one look at me and burst out laughing. “Holy shit. You actually did it.” She shoved a tumbler of whiskey into my hands. “Drink. You look like you're about to pass out from badass overload.”The sharp scent of alcohol hit my nose
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Chapter 3
THE IRON MATRIARCH (Damien's POV)The family’s library smelled of leather-bound betrayal. I stood at the arched windows, watching rain slash against the glass like the knives my grandmother currently pressed to my throat without lifting a finger. “Eight percent!” Eleanor's voice cut through the silence, each syllable precise as a dagger. “You let that little nobody walk away with eight percent of our tech division.”Behind me, the antique clock ticked louder than a bomb. I didn't turn. Couldn't face those ice-blue eyes that saw every weakness. “Elena Davids found a loophole in the…” I tried to explain, but she cut me off.“A Blackwood,” she said, her voice cold, “does not get outmaneuvered by some ambulance-chasing lawyer.” Her cane tapped against the Persian rug, once, twice before she circled into view. At eighty-two, she moved with the lethal grace of the panther she'd had stuffed over the fireplace. “Especially not by the husband of a girl we allowed into this family.”The
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Chapter 4
THE SAFE(Damien's POV)Midnight covered the townhouse in a dark, eerie shadow. The air smelled like dust and rot. I walked slowly through the empty house. The floor creaked under my feet. Cobwebs hung everywhere, sticking to my face as I passed. I wiped them away, my fingers covered in dust. Disgusting!The townhouse was old and abandoned, but you could still see it was once expensive. The floors were marble, now dirty and scratched. The walls had fancy moldings, though the paint was peeling. Everything was falling apart, but you could tell it used to house wealth.I reached the master bedroom. The big closet was made of cedar wood. I ran my fingers along the panels until I felt a tiny crack in the wood. Just like Victoria’s team had said. I pressed hard on the hidden spot and there was a quiet click. Then, the panel slid open without a sound. There, a biometric safe glinted in the moonlight. State-of-the-art. The kind we used in our Zurich vaults. My cufflinks caught the li
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Chapter 5
THE BEGINNING (Serena’s POV)The lab hummed with silent tension at 3:47 AM. I pressed my palm against the frost-coated cryogenic chamber, watching my breath form a mist on the steel surface. Inside the chamber slept the real NV-147 prototype, the one not even my investors had seen. The one Damien's spies would never find. “Temperature holding at -196 Celsius,” murmured Dr. Chen, her gloved fingers dancing across the monitoring system. “Neural matrix remains stable.”Elena leaned against the lab table, arms crossed. “You're sure the decoy worked?” A smile tugged at my lips as I recalled the security feed from the townhouse, Damien's furious face when he'd found the empty safe. “Like clockwork.”The real breakthrough wasn't in some dusty closet. It was here, buried beneath Vaughn Innovations' flagship lab, accessible only through a biometric elevator even our employees didn't know existed. I ran a hand over the slight swell beneath my lab coat. Twenty-two weeks. Twenty-two week
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Chapter 6
THE WILL (Serena's POV) The private jet's cabin hummed softly as we soared above the Atlantic. The leather seats smelled of expensive cologne and fear-induced sweat. I stared at the will document on my tablet, the words swimming before my exhausted eyes like fish in murky water. "To Serena Vaughn Blackwood, my granddaughter-in-law, who showed more steel in three years than my blood relatives have in thirty..." My hands shook as I read it again. And again. The baby kicked restlessly against my ribs, as if sensing my turmoil. I pressed a palm to my stomach, whispering softly, "Easy, little one. Mommy's just having a moment." Elena paced the narrow aisle, her red Louboutin heels clicking against the marble floor like a metronome counting down to disaster. Her usually perfect hair was disheveled, dark strands escaping her chignon to frame her flushed face. "This has to be fake. Eleanor would never..." "Never what?" I looked up, my voice hoarse from exhaustion and disbelief. "Never r
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Chapter 7
THE TRAP(Damien's POV)The grandfather clock in Eleanor's study chimed eleven-thirty when I finally worked up the nerve to knock."Enter."I pushed open the heavy oak doors. Eleanor sat behind her antique desk, her silver hair perfectly coiffed despite the late hour. She wore her signature black silk, the fabric catching the firelight like oil on water."Grandmother." I stepped forward, my dress shoes silent on the Persian carpet.She didn't look up from the ledger spread before her. "You're late.""I was handling the Langley situation.""Mmm." Her pen scratched against parchment. "And did you handle it? Or did your wife handle you again?"The words stung because they were true. While I'd been chasing ghosts in empty safes, Serena had been three steps ahead, playing a game I was only beginning to understand.Eleanor finally looked up, her pale blue eyes sharp as winter ice. "Sit."I settled into the leather chair across from her desk, the same chair where she'd questioned me as a chi
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Chapter 8
THE ARREST(Damien’s POV)The handcuffs bit into my wrists like metal teeth. Cold and sharp. They left red marks on my skin. I sat in the back of the police car, watching my family's empire crumble through bulletproof glass. News vans lined the estate's circular driveway like hungry wolves. Camera flashes lit up the night like fireworks. Every flash captured another piece of our humiliation. "Blackwood heir arrested!" I could already see the headlines. "Dynasty falls!"Eleanor sat beside me, her silver hair still perfect despite everything. Even in handcuffs, she looked like a queen about to be executed. Her black silk dress didn't have a single wrinkle. Her spine was straight as steel. "This is temporary," she said quietly. Her voice was steady as stone. I wanted to believe her. But the way the officers had read our rights... The way they'd searched our house like they owned it... This wasn't temporary. This was the end of everything. "Grandmother..." I started. "Don't." Her vo
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Chapter 9
THE VISIT(Serena's POV)The prison smelled like bleach and broken dreams. The scent hit me as soon as I walked through the heavy metal doors.I walked through the metal detectors, my heels clicking against the polished concrete floor. The sound echoed off the walls like gunshots. The baby kicked restlessly in my womb, as if sensing the tension that radiated from every pore of my body."Mrs. Vaughn?" A guard approached me. His uniform was pressed and clean. His badge read "Martinez." "This way, please."He led me through a maze of corridors painted institutional green. The color reminded me of hospitals and morgues. Places where people went to die."The VIP wing," he explained as we walked. His voice was respectful. "Your... arrangement... has been very generous to the city."I nodded but didn't speak. Money talked, even in prison. Especially in prison.The visiting room was nicer than I'd expected. Actual chairs instead of metal stools. A table with a clean surface. Windows that actu
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Chapter 10
THE REFUSAL(Serena's POV)The lawyer's office smelled like leather and old money. The kind of scent that clung to everything in Manhattan's most expensive legal firms. Mahogany panels lined the walls. Crystal decanters filled with amber liquid sat on antique side tables. Oil paintings of long-dead judges stared down from their gilded frames.I sat across from William Hartwell, Eleanor's personal attorney for thirty years. His silver hair was perfectly styled, swept back from his forehead in waves that probably cost more to maintain. His charcoal suit was tailored to perfection, every line sharp enough to cut glass. Behind him, law books lined the walls like soldiers in formation, their leather spines bearing the names of cases that had shaped the city's power structure.The baby kicked hard against my ribs as I shifted in the plush leather chair. Twenty-six weeks now. Strong and restless, like it could sense the weight of the decision hanging in the air. I pressed my hand to my stoma
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