All Chapters of From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The airport buzzed with life... trolleys wheeling across the polished floors, announcements echoing from overhead speakers, passengers rushing to gates with luggage in tow. Zander Cage stood apart from it all, a still figure in the middle of the chaos, his black duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his boarding pass in hand. He had been at the terminal for nearly an hour, quietly watching the clock tick toward his departure. Each passing minute brought him closer to the end of a chapter he hadn’t wanted to close. He thought leaving would feel like freedom, like healing. But instead, all he felt was emptiness. He’d told himself this was for the best. That letting go of Alina Thompson, his unreachable dream, the girl he had loved in silence for more than a decade, was the right thing to do. The only thing to do. She was about to marry someone else. Her brother would never let her be with a man like him. And even if she wanted to choose him, the world would never make it easy for them

Alina’s heart skipped a beat. For a second, the world stopped spinning. Her lips slowly curved into the widest, brightest smile she had ever worn in her life. Her eyes brimmed with tears, not of sadness or pain—but of overwhelming, almost impossible relief. He came. He actually came. Seeing how perfectly dressed he was for the occasion made him look like he had stepped straight out of a dream. Or maybe, he was the dream she had finally awakened into. He stood with such calmness and quiet power, his eyes trained only on her, his jaw firm, his gaze unshaken. Matt, standing beside her at the altar, furrowed his brows. He had followed her gaze and now looked back and forth between Alina’s face and Zander’s figure. Confusion twisted his features. Why was she smiling like that? And why...of all people...was Zander Cage, sworn enemy of the Thompsons, crashing this wedding? “Zander Cage?” Matt muttered under his breath. Across the aisle, Ezekiel’s face turned red with fury. He s

"That, my dear wife, is what happens when you kiss me." Alina turned her face away quickly, heat blooming across her cheeks as Zander leaned close and whispered those words to her. Her blush deepened and she let out a breathless laugh, pretending to look out the window, too flustered to meet his eyes again. She wasn't sure what startled her more—his teasing tone, or the very real and undeniable tension crackling between them. Zander, meanwhile, sat quietly beside her, but his thoughts were anything but calm. She had no idea. No idea that the moment she stood before him at the airport and asked him to marry her, she had given him a gift he had longed for most of his life. That simple request was the best thing anyone had ever said to him. And he vowed, right there in the back seat of the moving car, that he would never let her go. Not again. The drive to his apartment was a quiet one, filled with unspoken emotions. Zander's place was tucked away in one of the quieter districts of

Exactly two hours later, Zander arrived at Ezekiel Thompson’s mansion with quiet fury. His black car rolled to a stop at the gates, but this time, he wasn’t alone. Two police vehicles flanked him, and a team of uniformed officers stepped out, matching his calm intensity. As they walked through the compound, the staff paused mid-task, startled by the sight of law enforcement. Zander didn’t wait to be invited in. He walked through the front doors like he owned the place. His sharp gaze met Ezekiel’s just as the man descended the staircase, his expression already twisted in disdain. "What do you think you’re doing here?" Ezekiel demanded coldly. Zander didn’t flinch. "I came for my wife," he said simply. “There’s no one here that has anything to do with you,” Ezekiel snapped. “You pulled a stunt at the church but that thing you considered marriage will be annulled before the end of the day.” Zander reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded document. “This is a cour

Alina stood frozen, stunned by the whirlwind of chaos that had just erupted in front of her. The slap Zander received from his grandfather, the girl fainting from the what was meant for Zander... it was all too much to take in at once. Inwardly, Alina whispered to herself, “I thought only my family was capable of drama, but this... this is something else entirely.” She finally understood why Zander had been so reluctant to return home. Compared to the Cage family, the Thompsons were almost peaceful. Without saying a word, Zander had swiftly lifted the unconscious girl in his arms and disappeared through the hallway. Alina was left standing alone, surrounded by curious and judgmental eyes, each face watching her like she was a strange object dropped into their midst. Her discomfort grew by the second until a tall woman with kind eyes approached. There was something familiar in the lines of her face, in the way her gaze softened as she drew closer. “You must be Alina,” the woman