Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dumped the Scumbag, Now I'm Married to a Billionaire: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Asher’s POV The safehouse felt smaller by the day. Not in size, but in the way the walls seemed to press in on us, suffocating and heavy. The silence of the mafia was worse than any threat. We had made the first move, leaked what we could, and forced their hand. But instead of an immediate counterattack, the Don had gone quiet.And that scared me more than anything.Isabella sat at the worn wooden table, her laptop open in front of her. The glow from the screen cast sharp shadows across her face. She was focused, scrolling through a list of names, her fingers moving quickly as she jotted notes in a leather-bound notebook. Luca leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his usual mask of indifference slipping just enough for me to catch the tension in his eyes.“We need to hit them where it hurts,” Isabella said finally.“We already did,” I muttered.She shook her head. “Not enough. The bribery, the threats, they’ve done it before, and they’ll do it again. But if we make their own peop

Ivy’s POV Asher was always busy.I understood why, he had taken on more than anyone should have to. Running the company, dealing with the fallout from the mafia’s collapse, trying to make sure what was left of that world never touched us again. He was doing it for us, for our future.But understanding didn’t make it any easier.The house felt emptier without him. Even when he was home, it was like he wasn’t really there. He’d come in late, exhausted, slipping into bed beside me with a quiet apology. Some nights, I barely stirred when he kissed my forehead. Other nights, I pretended to be asleep just so I wouldn’t have to hear another I’m sorry when we both knew nothing would change.I missed him.And I hated feeling like that, like some needy, restless version of myself that I barely recognized. I wasn’t weak. I wasn’t the kind of person who needed to be constantly reassured. But this wasn’t about needing attention. This was about missing the person who was supposed to be mine.And i

Asher’s POVThe past few weeks had been absolute hell. Between Marcus fighting for his life, the mafia breathing down our necks. But today, for the first time in what felt like forever, there was a sliver of relief. The family decided to visit Marcus together, Mom, Dad, Janine, and me. Luca and Ivy came along too. After everything we’d been through, we barely made it out of the mafia’s grasp, and Marcus... he still hadn’t woken up. But we weren’t giving up.I walked into the hospital room behind my parents, the familiar beeping of the machines filling the silence. Marcus looked the same, pale, still, barely hanging on. It made my stomach turn every time I saw him like this, knowing there was nothing I could do but wait.Janine stood by his bedside, her fingers barely grazing his hand. She’d spent the most time here, hardly leaving his side unless someone forced her to. I watched as she sucked in a sharp breath, eyes going wide.“Did you see that?” she asked, voice barely above a whisp

Asher’s POVI sat alone, staring at nothing.The dim glow of the bedside lamp barely reached me, casting long shadows across the room. I hadn’t moved in hours. My elbows rested on my knees, my hands hanging limply between them. I barely felt the stiffness in my shoulders or the dull ache in my spine. My entire body was weighed down, as if grief itself had settled into my bones and made a home there.The air in the room was stale. My shirt clung to my back, damp with cold sweat. I hadn’t changed in days, hadn’t cared enough to. My jeans were wrinkled, stained with something I couldn’t remember. My hoodie, once a clean black, was creased and crumpled from too many restless nights spent slumped over in a chair. I hadn’t bothered to shave, my jaw was rough with days’ worth of stubble, the kind that burned against my palm every time I wiped at my face.My hair was a mess. I had run my hands through it too many times, tugging at the strands whenever the frustration became too much. Now, it

Ivy’s POVThe steam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself. The bathroom mirror was fogged over, the edges beginning to clear just enough to reflect a blurred version of me. I reached out, dragging my fingers across the glass, watching as my reflection sharpened. My hair dripped down my back, water trailing over my bare shoulders, but I didn’t move to dry it.I just stood there, staring at myself.My eyes looked hollow, the dark circles beneath them more pronounced than usual. I looked tired. I felt tired.My chest ached with the weight of everything, pressing down on me like something physical, something heavy. Marcus was gone. Asher was slipping away. And I didn’t know how to stop any of it.I turned away from the mirror, walking slowly back into the bedroom. The sheets on the bed were untouched, the pillows still fluffed, undisturbed. I had barely slept the past few nights, and it wasn’t just because of Marcus. It was Asher.He hadn’t