Semua Bab THE RETURN OF THE BILLIONAIRE'S EX WIFE: Bab 81 - Bab 90

A PARENT’S COURAGE Rowan’s POV The jet’s engines roared as we descended toward San Diego, but all I could hear was the pounding of my own heart. Ivy sat across from me, her green eyes fixed on the window, her fingers twisting the hem of her blouse. She hadn’t spoken since we left the penthouse. Noah was out there, in Ethan’s hands, and every second that ticked by felt like a betrayal of the son I’d only just begun to know. I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, and forced myself to meet her gaze. “We’re going to find him, Ivy,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. “I promise you.” She turned to me, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and pain. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Rowan.” Her voice trembled, but there was steel beneath it. “Not again.” Her words cut deep, a reminder of the years I’d lost with her, with Noah. I reached across the narrow aisle, my hand hovering near hers, craving the contact but afraid she’d pull away. “I’m not that man anymore,” I said,

AFTERMATH OF THE RESCUE Ivy’s POV My hands shook as I tucked Noah into bed, his small frame curled under the blanket in the safe house Rowan’s team had secured. His breathing was steady now, his face peaceful, but the memory of Ethan’s gun pressed to his temple clawed at my heart. I brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, my throat tight with the weight of what we’d almost lost. Rowan stood in the doorway, his shoulder bandaged, his black hair disheveled. “You okay?” Rowan’s voice was low, rough from exhaustion, but it carried a warmth that made my chest ache. He leaned against the doorframe. Even battered and bruised, he looked like he could carry the world for us. I nodded, not trusting my voice. I kissed Noah’s cheek, then stood, my legs unsteady as I crossed the room. Rowan’s gaze followed me, intense, like he was afraid I’d vanish if he looked away. I stopped inches from him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. “He’s safe because of you,” I said, my

FACING BELLA Ivy’s POV My heart lurched when the phone rang, the unknown number flashing like a warning. Rowan’s hand, warm and steady, rested on mine, his thumb brushing my knuckles as we sat on the safe house porch. Noah’s laughter drifted from inside, a reminder of what we’d fought for, but the news of Bella’s secretary sighting in L.A. had left us both on edge. I glanced at Rowan, his gray eyes dark with concern, and the air between us hummed with unspoken tension. “Hello?” My voice came out sharper than I meant, and Rowan’s grip tightened, his body shifting closer, protective. “Ivy, darling,” Bella’s voice purred through the line, cold and venomous. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you? Ruining my plans, stealing Rowan back.” My blood ran cold, and I stood, pulling away from Rowan’s touch. His eyes narrowed, but he stayed quiet, watching me like a hawk. “Bella,” I said, my voice steady despite the churn in my stomach. “You’re in prison. It’s over.” Her laugh was sharp, cutting.

Shadows of Trust Ivy’s POVThe crash of shattering glass tore me from sleep, my heart slamming against my ribs. I clutched Noah’s small, sleeping form tighter. The safe house, our temporary home, felt like a trap now. Bella’s venomous threats from her prison call yesterday echoed in my mind. Even behind bars, could she still reach us? I slid out of bed, careful not to wake Noah, and grabbed my phone, my fingers trembling as I pulled up the security app.The grainy footage flickered on the screen, showing a figure sprinting from the back door into the night. My breath caught.“Rowan!” I hissed, my voice low but sharp, urgency pulling me toward the living room where he slept on the couch.He was already up, his gray eyes alert, his broad shoulders tense under his black T-shirt. “Ivy, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice rough from sleep but steady.“Someone broke a window,” I whispered, showing him the footage. “They’re gone, but… Rowan, what if it’s her?”His jaw tightened, and he too

The Fashion Show Gambit Ivy’s POV The spotlight lit my skin as I stepped onto the runway, the crowd’s applause roaring in my ears, but Bella’s note felt like a ticking bomb. You can’t hide forever, her scrawled words had taunted, delivered to the mansion just hours ago. My heart pounded, not from the glare of the lights or the weight of Ivy’s Atelier’s biggest show, but from the fear that Bella, now a fugitive, was watching. I forced a smile, waving to the sea of faces, my green dress flowing as I introduced the collection. This was my moment, my comeback, and I wouldn’t let her steal it. Backstage, chaos reigned. “Ivy, another dress is ruined!” Claire, shouted, holding up a gown with slashed silk, the delicate fabric hanging in tatters. My stomach twisted—Bella’s sabotage, no doubt. I rushed over, my heels clicking on the concrete floor. “Can we fix it?” I asked, my voice sharp, trying to stay calm. “We’re trying,” Mia said, her hands shaking as she threaded a needle. “But