My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

ARIA’S POVTony tries to impress me with a series of extravagant dates, each one more lavish than the last. He takes me to the finest restaurants, where we dine on gourmet dishes prepared by renowned chefs. He arranges for private concerts, hiring famous musicians to serenade us under the stars. He even takes me on a spontaneous trip on helicopter rides. I think it’s kind of funny; all the money he has extorted from rich ladies has to be lavished solely on me now.Is he that dumb? My family is already drowning me in exorbitant gifts; jets, yachts, jewelleries, cars, houses to welcome me and here is Tony thinking that these grand gestures and displays of wealth will sweep me off my feet, but I am not impressed.I've seen through his façade, and every attempt he makes to seduce me only strengthens my resolve. Still, I keep the act going, pretending to be charmed and flattered by his efforts. I smile and laugh at his jokes, feigning admiration for his supposed generosity.Tony believes th

ADAM’S POVI am so upset that Aria continues to date Tony. Every time I think about it, a knot tightens in my stomach. My frustration and helplessness gnaw at me constantly, leaving me restless and agitated. My friend George, sensing my turmoil, invites me to a bar. He knows I need a distraction, something to take my mind off Aria and Tony. I reluctantly agree, hoping the noise and bustle of the bar might offer some temporary relief from my thoughts.Fortunately, the bar isn't too crowded. It's a cozy place with dim lighting and a warm ambiance. Soft jazz music plays in the background, creating a relaxing atmosphere. The wooden tables and leather booths give it a rustic charm, and the bar itself is lined with an impressive array of bottles. A few patrons are scattered around, engaged in quiet conversations, which makes it easy to find a comfortable spot to sit and unwind.As I sit nursing my drink, trying to lose myself in the dim lights and music, I spot Aria and Tony across the room

ARIA’S POVI know after this incident Tony wouldn’t dare try anything again. And indeed, Tony keeps a low profile for a while, which nearly makes me lose my patience. The waiting gnaws at me, consuming my thoughts and emotions.I need to see him make a move so I can set my plan in motion. Each day that passes without him making any overt attempts feels like an eternity, and I can feel my grip on the situation slipping.The anticipation is unbearable, filling me with a mix of frustration, anxiety, and desperation. The tension builds with every hour of inaction, leaving me on edge and increasingly desperate to regain control. The uncertainty is maddening, and I am constantly battling the fear that I may never get the chance to expose him.Ultimately, Tony invites me to dinner, and despite my reservations, I agree. It's crucial to maintain a façade of normalcy and composure, especially in light of Adam's recent actions. I need Tony to remain unsuspecting while I carefully strategize my n

ARIA’S POVTony's face pales as he realizes the gravity of the situation. He must have assumed I was angry about Mrs. Katarina's sudden appearance, and now he scrambles to explain himself. His words tumble out in a desperate attempt to assure me that there's nothing between him and the widow, that her appearance was unexpected and unwelcome. But I cut through his stammering with a calm assertion."I invited her here."The tension in the room is palpable, heightened by the live broadcast streaming to countless viewers. Tony, usually composed and confident, now appears flustered, his eyes darting between me and the camera. I hold up my phone, scrolling through the incriminating messages. Each swipe brings forth another piece of evidence, another damning revelation of his intentions."You tried to pressure me into marriage by doing all of this."I continue, my voice steady but laced with accusation, then telling him that I was one step ahead of him. I display a text where I ask Tommy to

ARIA’S POVThe night is cool as I drive toward the dinner event, my thoughts still swimming from the chaos of the day. The evening ahead promises elegance and business discussions, but my mind is elsewhere. As I make my way through the city streets, something feels off. There’s an eerie quiet that makes my fingers tighten around the steering wheel.Out of nowhere, a loud crash jars my car forward. My head snaps back as I grip the wheel tighter, my heart pounding. I slam on the brakes and pull to the side of the road. For a second, I'm in shock, unsure what just happened. I glance into the rear-view mirror and see the offending car behind me, its headlights glaring.I step out of my car, heart racing, ready to confront the reckless driver. But when I turn and see who it is, my stomach drops. Tony. The man who had sworn revenge on me after losing everything in court. He escaped prison. My instincts scream at me to run, but I hold my ground. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing fea