Lahat ng Kabanata ng No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

NORA'S POVThe first thing I noticed was the sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic. My eyes fluttered open, the world around me blurred and disjointed. My side ached with every shallow breath, the sting of a freshly treated wound grounding me in reality. I was alive…but where?The room was dimly lit, the single fluorescent bulb above me flickering faintly. Medical supplies lined the walls—gauze, syringes, and bottles I couldn’t identify. The cot beneath me creaked as I shifted, and my heart raced when I heard faint voices outside the closed door.Where am I?I tried to sit up, the motion sending a sharp jolt of pain through my torso. My hand instinctively went to my side, feeling the bandages beneath my torn shirt. The memory of Lisa Caradelli raising a gun flashed in my mind.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and my breath caught.Daniel stepped inside, his presence filling the small room. His dark hair was damp, his shirt wrinkled as if he’d been up for hours. His expression was unreada

SAM’S POVThe tie refused to cooperate. I tugged at it again, the silk knot slipping loose for the third time. My fingers fumbled, and I let out a frustrated sigh, staring at myself in the mirror. The reflection staring back wasn’t the man my father had raised to lead the Bennett empire. It was someone broken, someone lost. Adrian’s absence gnawed at me more than I’d expected. He was the calm to my storm, the voice of reason when my thoughts ran wild. Now, I was alone, trying to prepare for a meeting that felt more like a funeral. 

SAM’S POV The meeting ended with Jacob's threat still ringing in my ears. “You'll regret this, Samuel,” Jacob spat, his voice dripping with venom. “We’ll meet in court. And when I'm done, there won't be a Bennett empire to save. I’ll take every last dollar, every share, every legacy. You'll be left with nothing.” He stormed out, Charlie trailing behind him, his head down, avoiding my gaze. For a moment, I felt a pang of sadness for the boy. He didn't deserve to be a pawn in Jacob's bitter game. 

SAM'S POV The mansion felt colder than usual, a weight pressing down on me as Nora and I walked through the front doors. The cryptic words from Alaric Laurent haunted me, each syllable twisting in my mind like a knife. “A Bennett working with Jacob,” I muttered under my breath, my fists clenching at the thought. Nora touched my arm gently. “We’ll figure this out, Sam. We always do.” Her voice was calm, soothing, but even she couldn’t hide the unease in her eyes. I nodded but said nothing, a

NORA'S POV “That’s why they call it a war, Lisa. And in war, only the strong survive.”Lisa stumbled back, her composure slipping further with each step. The room remained silent, every pair of eyes locked on the two women at the center of the storm.Finally, with one last venomous look, Lisa spat, “This isn’t over, Jacqueline. I promise you that.”She turned and stormed out, her heels echoing down the hallway.Back at the mansion, the atmosphere was subdued, the usually warm sitting room weighed down by the tension that seemed to seep into the walls. The crackle of the fire did little to dispel the chill hanging over the room. The family had gathered here after the funeral, their faces drawn and weary, but the undercurrent of frustration was impossible to ignore.Michael, the head of technology division, leaned against the mantel, his glass of whiskey half-empty. He swirled the liquid absently, his eyes narrowed in thought. “So, Alaric Laurent,” he said, his tone dripping with skept