Semua Bab Divorce and Regret, His Ex-wife is a Billionaire: Bab 381 - Bab 390

Cassandra’s POV “Sister?” I said, surprised. But Antoinette had referred to Blaire as Blaire. And throughout our entire stay there had been no mention of a sister. “Step sister,” Sebastian explained. “She’s the product of my mother’s third marriage. Her husband already had a child, Antoinette. She was twelve when our parents got married.” That would explain why she didn’t call Blaire mom. “You never mentioned her,” I said. “She just came back today from a trip abroad. Alaska, I think, but I could be wrong.” “Does she live here, at the palace?” I asked. “Yes,” Sebastian said. “What about her father?” Sebastian sighed. “When the marriage ended, Antoinette stayed. I think my mother felt sorry for her. Or guilty.” “Why?” I asked. “Because her father died in a hunting accident,” Sebastian told us. “It was the only one of my mother’s many husbands that she tr

Jordyn’s POV Our trip to the palace had come out of nowhere. One moment, we were sitting at a little café, a dozen shopping bags at our feet, sipping lattes. And the next, we were in a limousine, gliding over the French countryside. I’d heard Cassandra talk about Blaire several times. She was in awe of the ‘dutchess’ from France who ordered custom made dresses that cost more than an average person’s entire rent for the year. She seemed to have some sort of connection with the women even though they’d only met in person once. She told me they were ‘fast friends’, or kindred spirits. Honestly, Cassandra gushed over Blaire, claiming that Blaire was one of the most interesting, captivating, and sincere people she’d ever met. So when Blaire invited us both to visit her, Cassandra had jumped at the opportunity. I had my reservations though. I mean, we didn’t really know these people at all and we were in a foreign country. But it became glaringly obvious v

Jordyn’s POV I hadn’t expected to run into Sebastian. He smirked at me and my blood boiled.We stopped and stared at each other for a moment, the tension between us palpable. Then, without thinking, I lunged at Sebastian, slamming him up against the wall. I held him there with my elbow over his throat.“I know what game you’re playing,” I hissed at him. He looked at me indignantly, but he didn’t struggle. “Don’t even THINK about laying a hand on her,” I threatened.“Or what?” he asked. My elbow was firm against his throat. Not firm enough to cut off his breath, but firm enough to threaten to do so.“Or you’ll fucking regret it,” I saw through clenched teeth.“I highly doubt that,” he replied with a smirk.“She’s engaged,” I told him.“But not to you,” he countered, his tone amused.His words hit me hard. But I refused to show Sebastian that. There was more beneath the surface of his words.“Kindly step down and let’s talk about this like gentlemen,” Sebastian said. “You’re no gentle

Jordyn’s POV I left her alone for THREE minutes. It was literally THREE minutes. And in those three minutes, Sebastian had pounced on her like a fucking lion in the wild. One moment, she was heading towards the food. The next, she was on the dance floor with HIM. I couldn’t believe it. I politely excused myself from the coked out, under-age girl I was dancing with and marched right up to Cassandra and Sebastian. He flashed me a look of pure disdain when I asked to cut in. Then he flat out refused and twirled Cassandra away from me. Ugh. This man was impossible. So I followed them and demanded to cut in. He flippantly told Cassandra that it was her decision. I think he thought she’d choose him. I knew she wouldn’t. Cassandra had a torn look on her face as she lowered her arm. He saw that she’d made her decision, and it wasn’t him. I thought he might lose his shit, but to my sur

Dillon’s POV Laura and I walked into Milly’s, my guitar strapped around my chest. It was packed. Like, literally packed, which caused me to stop dead in my tracks. “No way,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t do this.” I’d resurrected one of my graphic band t-shirts from the storage bin for this. It had been so long since I’d worn it. It had been my favorite shirt at one time. So much so, that it was almost thread bare. Laura was wearing a sparkly top with a shit ton of blue eyeshadow. It was her ‘rocker’ look, and I remembered it well for our short marriage. At the time, she’d loved going out to concerts to see live music. Honestly, she looked like no time had passed at all. “Dillon! Laura!” I looked over to see Stella and Cameron, seated at a small table towards the front of the room. They waved at us. “What are they doing here?” I asked, surprised to see them. “I called in your groupies,” Lau