No Longer Yours, Billionaire Ex-Husband のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

NORA’S POV The gallery buzzed with quiet excitement. Art lovers wandered through the space, murmuring in appreciation as they admired the new exhibit. I stood back, a small smile tugging at my lips as I watched one of the artists I’d discovered—Mathieu Dumont—speak passionately about his latest work to a group of potential buyers. He was young, raw, and wildly talented, the kind of artist who saw the world differently and made you see it differently too. Giselle would be proud. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was time to close things down. The gallery lights would soon dim, and the soft chatter would die out, leaving me with only my thoughts for company. I stepped out of the gallery, pulling my coat tighter around me as the cool evening breeze kissed my cheeks. As I reached the curb, my steps faltered when I noticed a familiar figure standing beside a sleek black car. It was Daniel. He leaned casually against the driver’s door, hands in his pockets, a soft smile spre

SAM’S POV The mansion loomed ahead like a palace from a different era, all stone facades, towering windows, and sweeping terraces. We didn’t just have wealth—we had legacy, and it showed in every corner of the estate. As Genevieve’s Mercedes rolled past the iron gates, I leaned my elbow against the door, watching the familiar grounds blur by. The sprawling gardens, the lake glinting under the afternoon sun, even the marble fountain in the courtyard—it was all the same. Nothing changed. Except me. We lived in the kind of luxury that made other wealthy families look poor. Everything in the house was deliberate—Italian marble floors, crystal chandeliers, silk drapes from Paris. The scent of lavender lingered in the air, the kind that made you think of old money and meticulous planning. The click of our mother’s heels echoed down the hall before she appeared at the top of the staircase, surveying us like a queen descending from her throne. She was impeccable, as always. Blond hair

SAM'S POV As soon as the call ended, Gen followed me out of the pantry fuming.  “What the hell, Samuel?” she snapped, her voice echoing through the kitchen. Almost all the kitchen staff were looking at us now. “You knew she was in Paris, and you didn’t tell me!” I thundered. “Oh, boo-hoo, Sam!” Gen fired back, throwing up her hands. “You think you have a right to know everything? Newsfl

SAM'S POV Germany greeted us with gray skies and cold rain. The entire trip felt like a nuisance, a distraction from what really mattered—finding Nora. Yet, here I was, sitting in the back of a black Audi that Isabella insisted on renting, heading to a meeting that I knew was important but really didn't want to attend.Isabella acted as if the trip was a romantic getaway, chatting about restaurants and sights we could explore between meetings. But I wasn’t here for leisure. I was here to put out fires, and after that, I was gone.When we arrived at the hotel, Isabella clung to my side like we were a couple on vacation. I brushed her off and went to check-in.“Reservation for Bennett,” I said curtly to the receptionist, tapping my fingers impatiently on the counter.The receptionist gave me a polite smile and began clicking away on the computer in front of her. “Yes, Mr. Bennett. We have you in a suite... Ah, it seems to be one room.”My jaw tightened. “One room?”“Yes,” she said, gla

SAM'S POV “We found her,” the contact said. I closed my eyes, gripping the phone harder. “Where?” “She’s working at a place called Atelier LaRue, an art company in the 7th arrondissement.” Atelier LaRue. The name sounded like something Nora would love—charming, artistic, and far