Semua Bab MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Bab 451 - Bab 460

I stood barefoot on the damp sand, the wind weaving through my hair like invisible fingers, the sea humming a lullaby that had become the heartbeat of our peaceful island life. Leon stood beside me, his hand resting on the curve of my growing belly. It had become our evening ritual, watching the sunset together, our two kids—Isla and Theo—laughing somewhere behind us, chasing each other with sticks and seashells.I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the sound of the waves steady my heart. This place—this little paradise Leon bought for our third child—had become more than a retreat. It was a dream he turned into a promise. But even dreams, I had come to learn, were fragile."She kicked again," I said softly.Leon turned, his eyes lighting up. He dropped to his knees and pressed his ear against my belly. "Hey, little one. You trying to tell us something?"I laughed, running my fingers through his hair. We had built a world here—away from pain, betrayal, and danger. For nearly a year,

The silence in the house wasn’t peace. It was the kind that hummed before a storm, like the breath the earth holds before lightning strikes.It was barely past seven. Leon had taken Elijah and Caleb out for ice cream, partly to give me a moment of rest, partly to shake off the tension none of us wanted to name. I sat alone in the living room of our new home—our temporary fortress—holding the letter Christian Vance had sent, my fingers brushing its torn wax seal again and again.He knew.I didn't know what exactly, but it was enough to unearth the bones of a history we’d spent years trying to bury.The windows rattled softly as the wind picked up outside. I wrapped my arms around myself. My belly, already firm and rounded, shifted with the slight flutter of our daughter’s movements. She always kicked when I was anxious—like she could feel the storm in me.“You’re safe,” I whispered to her, resting my hand against the curve of my bump. “You’re going to be safe.”The front door opened qu

Back at the villa that night, I couldn’t speak.Leon sat beside me on the couch, watching the sea crash against the rocks below.“You okay?” he asked gently.“No,” I whispered. “But I’m not broken.”He took my hand. “Then we go after him. All of them.”I stared out the window. The darkness didn’t feel empty anymore. It felt full of purpose.“We burn their empire down,” I said. “Brick by brick.”***Letty cried when I sent her the files.“It’s worse than we thought,” she said. “And also exactly what we feared.”She and Riley got to work immediately—scrubbing every page, verifying every lead. Meanwhile, Leon began arranging an exclusive interview with one of the world’s most ruthless and untouchable journalists: Emilia Rhys.She had once exposed a royal arms dealer with nothing but a pen and a satellite phone.If anyone could launch this story into the stratosphere, it was her.“She’s agreed to meet,” Leon said a day later. “Tomorrow night. In Zurich.”“Then we go,” I said without hesit

He burst through the side door with Riley right behind him, guns drawn.Vance froze. But only for a second.He raised the pistol toward me.The shot came—but not from his gun.Riley took him in the shoulder. Vance spun, dropped his weapon, and hit the floor.Leon crossed the room in seconds and pulled me into his arms."What part of 'don’t follow me' did you not understand?" I sobbed into his chest."The part where you thought I’d let you face him alone."We found Marie in the basement, bound but unharmed. Her eyes widened when she saw us, and she broke down as Leon cut the ropes.That morning, we handed Vance to the authorities.The evidence he held? It was real.But so was everything we had.I would carry the truth of my father’s choices. But I would not carry his sins.Leon stood beside me when I addressed the press days later."My father helped build a corrupt empire," I said. "And I’ve spent my life dismantling it. My legacy won’t be silence. It will be justice."It wasn’t over. B

The days that followed were a storm of documents, strategy meetings, and surveillance reports. Letty took over the kids for a while, treating them to trips at the museum and letting them nap in the sunroom of her new apartment. Meanwhile, I sat in rooms with lawyers and digital forensics experts, digging into everything Christian Vance touched.It was Letty who uncovered the link.She burst into the study one evening, a tablet in hand. “He’s planning a boardroom coup,” she said breathlessly. “I checked the recent proxy votes. He’s been buying small shareholder stakes under alias accounts and has enough to sway decisions at Kwartz Global.”Leon went rigid. “That’s impossible.”“It’s not,” Letty said. “He’s doing it through employees of a now-defunct hedge fund linked to Justin’s mother.”I felt ice crawl up my spine.Justin’s mother—Vera. A name I hadn’t heard in over a year. A name that had once held the keys to my family’s downfall.“She’s still alive?” I asked.Letty nodded. “Barely