All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

THE PROPOSAL Ivy’s POV The sting of antiseptic faded under Rowan's careful fingers, as he bandaged my burned hand from the fire. His gray eyes locked on mine, intense and soft all at once. The backstage fire at my fashion show last night—where Noah nearly died—still burned in my mind, but Rowan’s presence, steady and warm, pulled me back from the edge. I wanted to lean into him, to let go of the fear, but the hidden camera Rowan found in his study last night worried me. Bella was out there, free, and she was watching us. And when did Rowan get a gun? I pulled my hand back, the bandage tight against my skin. “Rowan, that camera,” I said, my voice sharp, cutting through the quiet of the mansion’s kitchen. “It’s Bella, isn’t it? She’s still pulling strings.” He set the first-aid kit down, his jaw clenching, his black hair falling over his forehead. “I’m handling it,” he said, his voice low, steady. “My team’s tracing the signal. It’s got to be her network, Ivy. She’s not gettin

GHOSTS OF THE PAST Ivy’s POV “Ivy, we need to talk. It's about Noah.” came a message when I refused to pick the call. But the name attached to the end of the message had chills running down my spine. My hand froze on the device, the unknown number flashing like a warning as Rowan’s gray eyes burned into me, his body tense beside me in the mansion’s living room. “Ivy, who was it?” Rowan asked, his voice sharp, his hand grabbing mine, his touch warm but possessive. I swallowed, my voice trembling. “It was Gabe,” I said, barely above a whisper. “He… he wants to meet. Says it’s about Noah.” My stomach twisted, the memory of Noah’s secret call to “Uncle Gabe” during the fashion show stinging like salt in a cut. Rowan’s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with something dark—jealousy, maybe, or raw protectiveness. “He’s not getting near you,” he growled, pulling me closer, his hand sliding to my waist. “I’ll track him down myself. He’s working with Bella, I know it.” His breath was

THE STALKER’S RETURN Ivy’s POV Gabe’s car trailing us felt like a nightmare. Noah’s scream—“It’s Uncle Gabe!”—still rang in my ears as we sped through L.A.’s dark streets, the black sedan’s headlights glaring in the rearview mirror. Rowan’s hands gripped the wheel, his jaw tight, his gray eyes flicking between the road and me. My heart pounded, the photo of my real mother—a Kelly heiress, murdered—burning in my pocket, tying Bella’s vendetta to my past. I clutched Noah’s small hand in the backseat, his wide eyes locked on the window, and I fought to keep my voice steady. “Rowan, lose him,” I said, my voice sharp, fear clawing my chest. “He’s not getting near Noah.” Rowan swerved the SUV, tires screeching as he cut through a side street, the sedan vanishing into the night. “He’s gone,” he said, his voice low, but his knuckles were white, his body tense. “For now.” He glanced at me, his hand reaching for mine, the touch sparking heat despite the panic. “You okay?” I nodded,

HOSPITAL SIEGE Ivy’s POV The note he’d just been handed burned in my mind, its warning sharp after my collapse last night, the blood on my dress a terrifying sign of the baby we hadn’t known about. Rowan leaned closer, his breath warm on my cheek. “I’m locking this place down,” he said, his voice low, urgent. He stood, barking orders into his phone. “Cole, get guards on every exit. No one gets near her room.” His eyes flicked to me, softening for a moment, and he squeezed my hand. “You’re safe, Ivy. I swear it.” I nodded, my throat tight, but my eyes caught a nurse lingering by the door, her gaze darting away too quickly. Her name tag read “Clara,” but something about her stiff posture set my nerves on edge. “Rowan,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “that nurse—she’s acting weird.” He followed my gaze, his jaw clenching. “I’ll check it out,” he said, his hand brushing my cheek. “Stay put.” He was about to walk towards the door, when I grabbed his wrist, panic surgi

SIEGE AT DAWN Ivy’s POV The mansion’s alarms blared, my heart racing for my family. Maddox’s men were circling our home, armed, their vans caught on Rowan’s security feed just minutes ago, right after Bella’s chilling voice taunted us over the hospital intercom. I clutched Noah’s hand, his small body trembling against me, while Rowan’s gray eyes burned with fury, his gun drawn. The hospital had been a trap, and now Bella’s antics loomed over our family, threatening everything, our love, our future, our unborn child. “Get to the safe room!” Rowan barked, his voice sharp as he punched codes into the security panel, arming the mansion’s defenses. He grabbed my arm, his touch firm but warm, pulling me and Noah toward the fortified basement. Gunshots cracked outside, sharp and close, and I stifled a scream, my free hand on my mouth. “Rowan, they’re here!” I said, my voice shaking as we ran down the stairs, Noah’s sneakers squeaking on the polished floor. “How did they get so close