All Chapters of THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

THE COST OF TRUST Rowan’s POV The photo of Noah and Gabe burned in my hand, betrayal cutting deeper than the bullet graze on my arm, still throbbing under Ivy’s bandage. The image—dated yesterday, Noah’s trusting smile next to Gabe’s, felt like a knife, twisting with the memory of Maddox’s note: “Surrender Douglas Enterprises or Noah pays.” The mansion’s alarms had just silenced, the police clearing out after Maddox’s men fled, but the threat lingered, heavy as the gun in my holster. Ivy stood frozen, her green eyes wide with rage and fear, clutching Noah’s backpack. My heart pounded—Gabe, Bella, Maddox—they were closing in, and I’d be damned if they touched my family. “Noah,” I said, kneeling beside his bed keeping my voice soft despite the fury in my chest. “When did you see Uncle Gabe?” Noah’s eyes, so like mine, darted to the floor, his small hands twisting his dinosaur toy. “At school,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. “Yesterday, after class. He said he was so

TANGLED LIES Ivy’s POV Rowan’s phone screen glowed in the dim bedroom, the grainy footage showing Bella’s cold smile as she leaned toward Maddox, whispering, “The Kelly inheritance is ours once she is gone.” My heart pounded, the warmth of Rowan’s arms from our heated night together fading against the icy fear gripping me. Noah slept down the hall, innocent in his bed, while our unborn baby stirred inside me. Bella’s voice from the hospital intercom, Gabe’s photo with Noah, Maddox’s armed men—it all crashed together, threatening the family we were fighting for. Rowan’s hand gripped mine, his gray eyes blazing as the video looped. “They’re after your inheritance,” he said, his voice low, rough with rage. He pulled me closer, his breath hot on my neck, the memory of his lips on my skin last night still lingering. “I won’t let them touch you, Ivy.” I nodded, my throat tight, my hand brushing my stomach. “The Kelly inheritance,” I whispered, the photo of my real mother flashing i

CRASH AND CONFRONTATION Ivy’s POV The world spun as our car skidded off the road. The crunch of metal echoed, Noah’s scream piercing my heart as I clutched my stomach, fear for our unborn baby choking me. Rowan’s arm shot across me, shielding us, his gray eyes blazing with rage as he swerved to avoid another hit. Maddox’s car sped off, vanishing into the L.A. night. “Ivy, Noah, you okay?” Rowan barked, his voice rough, kicking open his door. He yanked mine open, pulling me out, his hands steady despite the blood on his bandaged arm. Noah scrambled into my arms, sobbing, and I held him tight, my heart pounding. “We’re fine,” I said, my voice shaking, checking Noah for injuries. “He tried to kill us, Rowan!” My eyes burned, rage and fear crashing together as I glared at the empty road where Maddox fled. Rowan’s jaw clenched, his hand gripping my shoulder, his touch grounding me. “He’s not getting away,” he growled, pulling us behind the car as sirens wailed in the distance. “I

A FATHER’S DESPERATION Ivy’s POV Noah’s absence tore at my heart. The hospital room felt like a cage, the bouquet’s note—You can’t escape me, Ivy—still burning in my mind. My hand clutched my stomach, the baby’s fragile life urging me to act despite the doctor’s warning. Rowan’s vow to end this echoed, but I couldn’t wait, not with my son in danger. Why did everyone keep targeting Noah? First Gabe, now Maddox—my fury drowned my fear as I slipped into my shoes, my heart pounding. “Ivy, stay here!” Rowan snapped, grabbing my arm as I yanked off the hospital gown. His gray eyes blazed, his bandaged shoulder tense from the crash. “You’re pregnant. It’s too dangerous.” “I’m not losing Noah,” I said, my voice sharp, pulling free. “He’s my son, Rowan!” Tears stung my eyes, but I shoved past him, grabbing my jacket. His hand caught mine, his touch sparking heat despite my anger. “I’m going after him,” he said, his voice rough, pulling me close. “But you stay safe. For the baby.” “I’

THE CABIN TRAP Ivy’s POV The photo of Bella clutching Noah’s dinosaur toy twisted my heart, her cruel smile searing into me as I gripped my stomach, praying for strength to save my son. Rowan’s blood-soaked shirt and the doctor’s warning about my high-risk pregnancy haunted me, but Noah’s terrified cry from the warehouse drove me forward. We sped toward the cabin outside L.A., Rowan’s hand steadying mine despite the pain in his wounded shoulder, his gray eyes fierce with determination. The night blurred past, my ring glinting as I clung to him, fear for Noah and our unborn baby choking me. “Stay close,” Rowan whispered, his voice rough, squeezing my hand as we parked a mile from the cabin. “We’re getting him back.” His touch sparked warmth, grounding me, but my legs trembled, exhaustion and pregnancy slowing me. “I can’t lose him,” I said, my voice breaking, tears stinging my eyes. “Or you.” I leaned into him, my lips brushing his jaw, needing his strength. He cupped my face