Todos los capítulos de The Perks Of Divorcing My Billionaire Husband: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Bella woke up in a boat—a goddamn boat! She stared at the water below in astonishment. Eric, who was propelling the boat toward the island already coming into view, took notice of her."Finally awake?""What the fuck?!""Wow, very classy.""You!... Where the hell are you taking me?! What's going on?!""See that island over there? It's mine. We'll be spending a few days there, at least until my men take care of this whole mess."By "mess," he probably meant the men who had been trying to kill him—a deadly situation Eric had successfully managed to drag her into. The whole thing was unbelievable. To think she had come to Tokyo to enjoy some peace and quiet, an escape from her once dramatic life. The last thing she'd expected was to encounter Eric here, let alone have him drag her along to some stupid island without her permission."Who told you to do this?! Why didn't you drop me off at a police station?"Eric scoffed, thinking to himself that this woman was not as smart as he had given

Bella was thrown roughly into the backseat of a Jeep. A piece of cloth had been stuffed into her mouth while in the elevator. Strangely enough, nobody made a move to rescue her as she was taken out of the hotel.They drove for two hours straight, and Bella counted down every agonizing minute. The Jeep pulled up in front of a Japanese-style villa. She was brought to her feet and led forward. The house had few furnishings, mostly carved from expensive wood. Instead of chairs, they had stools and low tables. Bella hardly had time to admire the decor before she was shoved in front of a door.Akira whispered to her in a low tone, "If you want to get through this with your limbs intact, you better behave. Speak only when spoken to."This guy clearly wasn't joking. Feeling afraid for her limbs, Bella obediently kept quiet even as the gag was taken out of her mouth.Three men dressed in black kimonos with dragon patterns approached. Akira bowed to one of them and whispered something in Japane

The drive back to the villa is silent. While Kyouka is probably thinking of more ways to convince his sister to come back home, Bella is preoccupied with how she would face Vaughn. If she’d known that calling him at that time wouldn’t have helped her, she would have just relied on Eric—despite how useless the billionaire had been as well.She wonders how the scene would play out: Eric and Vaughn in the same room, breathing the same air. How entertaining that would be. When the car finally pulls up in front of Kyouka’s residence, Bella hesitates for a moment before stepping out and following the Yakuza leader inside.Eric and Vaughn are settled in the living room. Vaughn sits with his legs crossed, taking slow drags from a cigarette, while Eric signs a few papers under Ayato’s watchful eye. Bella is more surprised to see the two coexisting peacefully than by her ex-husband’s smoking. Vaughn didn’t smoke; he couldn’t stand the smell and was always quick to lecture about how harmful it w

When she’d been married to Vaughn, her life had been full of drama. There was always some woman out there wanting to steal her husband. But now, as a divorced woman, she found that life was rather boring. Maybe it was because she no longer had to worry about working or making money.Her family was wealthy, but that didn’t bring her much comfort. In the end, she was basically jobless, with not much to her name except that property in the Maldives. If she’d learned anything in life, it was to never rely on anyone ever again—and that trouble seemed to follow her everywhere she went. She was even afraid to step out of the house now.This morning, she woke up very early. She hadn’t slept much to begin with. She’d thought about what happened in Tokyo—Kyouka and his sister, that stupid Eric who seemed to show up at the worst possible times. And then her ex-husband, whom she naturally didn’t want to see. Her life was filled with people who could either hurt her or had already hurt her in the

The Banquet was set for the evening of the next day. Bella spent the entire morning trying to pick out an outfit. There had been no theme on the invitation card, so she had no idea whether this was a formal setting or more of a costume-or-casual event. Rich people didn’t need reasons to throw events like this, so she wouldn’t be surprised if it was simply an excuse to socialize with more rich people.She tried asking Silas for help, since he was the only one in the house.“Get a stylist,” he said, not even looking up from his phone.Bella peeked through the gap in the door and studied the bedroom interior. It was simple—far simpler than her own room, and she’d only moved in recently.That must be because he didn’t stay around the house much, just like his brother and father. In fact, the Walkers were rarely seen at home. Though she figured they made an effort to come to dinner because of her. How flattering. After growing up in the Page household, she had always felt like a glass chil