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Too Late to Beg: My Ex-Wife is a Secret Billionaire Chapter 14
The old docks were a skeleton of a bygone era, rusted iron and rotting wood reaching out into the black water of the harbor like the fingers of a corpse. Warehouse 14 stood at the very end of the pier, a hulking shadow that seemed to swallow the moonlight. I parked my car several yards away, the engine's hum the only sound in the oppressive silence of the waterfront. My hand rested for a moment on the door handle. I could feel the cold, hard weight of my phone in my pocket and the even colder resolve in my chest."I’m here, Sebastien," I whispered to the empty car. "And this time, I’m not leaving until the ghosts are laid to rest."I stepped out into the damp air. The smell of salt and diesel was thick enough to taste. My heels clicked against the uneven pavement, a rhythmic, lonely sound that echoed off the corrugated metal walls of the surrounding warehouses. I didn't look back. I knew Dominic was at the estate, guarding Félix with a ferocity that matched my own, but here, in the da
Too Late to Beg: My Ex-Wife is a Secret Billionaire Chapter 13
The manila envelope sat on the stone table like a live explosive, its contents mocking the very foundation of the life I had built. I looked at the photograph of my mother—a woman I remembered only as a tired, gentle soul who had died before I could truly know her—and saw her standing beside a young Harold Steel with an intimacy that made my skin crawl. She wasn't just a stranger Harold had pitied. She was his unfinished business."Talk, Dominic," I said, my voice as sharp and thin as a razor blade. "Before I decide that you’re just another man who kept me in the dark for my own 'protection'."Dominic let out a long, weary breath, his gaze fixed on the grainy image of my mother. "Thirty years ago, Harold Steel wasn't the billionaire hermit the world knew. He was a man obsessed with legacy. He was on the verge of the 'Steel Diamond' merger—a deal that would have consolidated the industry. But the deal wasn't just about money. It was about her. Elena.""My mother," I whispered, the name
Too Late to Beg: My Ex-Wife is a Secret Billionaire Chapter 12
The morning after the audit files were released was eerily still. I sat on the veranda of the Rossi estate, the cool air of the countryside biting at my skin, but I didn't move to get a sweater. I needed the cold to keep me grounded. By now, the digital world was in a frenzy. The headlines were savage: *The Fall of Montgomery: Tax Evasion, Infidelity, and the Death of a Dynasty.* Sebastien’s name was being dragged through the mud he had so carefully polished for years."Mommy, look! I found a blue rock!" Félix’s voice broke the silence. He came running from the edge of the flowerbeds, his face flushed with the kind of pure, unadulterated joy that Sebastien had never known."It’s beautiful, Félix," I said, forced to pull a smile onto my face. I took the small, jagged stone from his hand, feeling its rough edges. It was real. He was real. "Why don't you go show Grandma Rossi? I think she’s in the greenhouse.""Okay!" He scrambled away, his little legs moving with an energy that seemed t
Too Late to Beg: My Ex-Wife is a Secret Billionaire Chapter 11
The air in the library felt like it had been replaced by static. I stood by the window, my fingers digging into the velvet drapes, watching the garden where my son had just been laughing. The threat Sebastien had hissed over the phone wasn't just words; it was a cold, oily film that coated my skin."Grace."Dominic’s voice was low, but it made me jump. I hadn't heard him enter. I didn't turn around. I couldn't. I was afraid that if I moved, I would shatter into a thousand jagged pieces of the girl I used to be."He’s watching us, Dominic," I whispered, my breath fogging the glass. "He’s out there somewhere, looking at Félix and seeing nothing but a weapon to use against me."Dominic walked across the room. He didn't stop until he was standing right behind me. He didn't touch me—not yet—but I could feel the heat radiating from his chest. "I’ve tripled the perimeter. My men are scouring every inch of the neighboring woods. If he’s out there, we’ll find him.""And then what?" I turned, m
Too Late to Beg: My Ex-Wife is a Secret Billionaire Chapter 10
The breakfast table at the Rossi estate was a far cry from the cold, sterile mornings at the Montgomery mansion. Instead of the heavy silence that used to hang over the room like a shroud, there was the clinking of silverware, the smell of blueberry pancakes, and the frantic storytelling of a four-year-old. Félix was currently explaining, with great theatricality, how his "stick-sword" had successfully warded off a group of imaginary squirrels that were clearly spies for the "monster".I watched him, my heart full and heavy all at once. Across the table, Dominic was reading a digital tablet, but his eyes kept flicking to Félix, a soft smile playing on his lips that he rarely showed the world. It was a picture of a life I hadn't dared to dream of five years ago when I was sitting on the edge of a motel bathtub, clutching a plastic stick with two pink lines."Mommy, can Dom take me to see the horses today?" Félix asked, his face sticky with syrup."Dom has a lot of work to do, Félix," I
Too Late to Beg: My Ex-Wife is a Secret Billionaire Chapter 9
The dawn didn’t break over the city; it bled. A pale, bruised purple stained the horizon as I drove away from the Montgomery estate for the last time. My hands were steady on the wheel, but my chest felt hollow, like a cathedral after the congregation had left. I had delivered my final warning, yet the adrenaline that had carried me through the library confrontation was beginning to curdle into a cold, sharp dread. Sebastien was a cornered animal, and cornered animals didn't care about the rules of engagement.When I reached the penthouse, the sun was high enough to glint off the glass towers of the financial district—my kingdom, built on the ruins of my heartbreak. I walked inside and was met with the smell of fresh coffee and the low, steady hum of the morning news. Dominic was in the kitchen, already dressed in a charcoal suit that looked like armor. He didn’t ask where I had been. He didn’t need to. The scent of old wood and scotch clinging to my coat told him everything."He didn
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