I'm in love with my Billionaire Ex-wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Chapter 151: Circling ShadowsMorning sunlight spilled into Antonio's Group, glinting off glass walls and filling the office with its deceptively warm light. Ximena emerged from the elevator, heels clicking softly as she padded toward her office. The hum of conversations, ringing phones; the familiar cadences really should have been comforting. Yet unease clung to her like a second skin."Good morning, Miss Antonio," Clara greeted her with a bright smile. "Your schedule is lighter today, just a meeting with the legal team at noon.""Thank you, Clara," Ximena replied, her tone softer than usual. She glanced over the open floor, her eyes darting to unfamiliar faces. To her, every shadow seemed longer, every movement a potential threat.Once inside her office, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it, letting out a slow breath. The cryptic threats and the strange figure she had seen outside her building the night before were more rattling than she cared to admit.________

Chapter 153: A Brewing StormThe rhythmic hum of the coffee machine filled Ximena’s office as she stared blankly at the documents spread across her desk. Sleep had eluded her the previous night, replaced by an overwhelming sense of unease. The latest text message from the unknown number had turned her worry into dread.Clara came in, carrying a small tray with a mug of coffee. "Good morning, Miss Antonio. You look like you could use this.""Thank you, Clara," Ximena said, trying to reach for a smile but failing in the attempt, which hung on her face like an open-flapped exhaustion.Clara continued to stand, setting the tray down. "Miss Antonio, you've been coming across a little... distracted lately. Is everything all right?"Ximena could only stutter out some not-so-informative answer. "I've just got a lot all at once. Nothing I can't handle"Clara nodded but the furrow in her brow showed she was not buying it. "Well, if there's anything I can do, please let me know".Ximena nodded

Chapter 155: Shadows of DeceptionShe hated feeling like she needed his protection, but the growing threats left her little choice.Ximena looked again at the window, her mind flickered to the black car that she noticed little across the street. It was gone, but not the shiver it caused in her.Each groan of the apartment was perceived as loud, feeding her paranoia.She sprang off the couch, grasping her chest, as the doorbell rang. Taking a deep breath, she looked through the peephole. Miguel stood outside, his expression determined, though there was a hint of worry.She opened the door, stepping aside as he entered."You okay?" Miguel asked, sharp eyes scanning the room."Fine," she returned shortly, crossing her arms. "You didn't have to come.""Yes, I did," Miguel said firmly, pivoting to face her. "We both know this isn't all in your head, Ximena."She exhaled in a sigh and waved her hand toward the couch. "Make yourself comfortable, then, since you're here."Miguel set his ke

Chapter 157: Tightening the GripXimena sat at her desk, staring blankly at her calendar. She'd spent all morning moving meetings around, trying to make sense of a schedule that had begun to feel utterly meaningless under the mounting threats.A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Clara peeked in, the shine gone now from her face since the events of the past couple of days."Miss Antonio, Gregorio is here," Clara said quietly.Ximena nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Send him in.”Gregorio entered, his ever-practical briefcase in hand. “Morning, Miss Antonio. Miguel should be joining us shortly. We’ve got some developments you’ll want to hear about.”Ximena gestured for him to sit. “Developments?”Before he could answer, Miguel strode into the room, his expression grim but focused.“Let’s hear it,” Miguel said, taking a seat beside Ximena.Gregorio opened his briefcase, pulled out a few files, and laid them across the desk. "We have located Vega's

Chapter 159: A Desperate MoveTania hesitated for a moment before turning on her heel and walking away, her laughter echoing in the empty street.Miguel turned to Ximena, his jaw tight. “Are you okay?”Ximena nodded, though her hands were still trembling. “Let’s just go.”…………………………………..Ximena was staring out the window of Miguel's car. Her reflection fluttered with the streetlights as they speed-crossed the city.Miguel has his hands clutched tight over the wheel. His knuckles were white. He glanced over to her and his jaw clenched. "You haven't said a word since we left. What is going on inside that head of yours?""What's the word of the day?" Ximena replied in a quiet tone. "That I don't want to play this any longer? That I'm tired of being a target?"Miguel let out a soft breath, his eyes remaining on the road. "You are not alone in this, you know that, right?"Ximena looked at him. "Do I? Because lately, it's feeling like I'm fighting for myself."Miguel was thinking of a come