All Chapters of EX-HUSBAND’S LAST CHANCE AT LOVE: Chapter 141 - Chapter 148

THIRD PERSON’S POVThe Lamborghini pulled up in front of a magnificent building made of glass and steel, knocking Valeria's breath out of her lungs the second the door opened and she stepped out, Chris getting down from the other side.Chris didn't want to be here, but when his father threatened him with his name being taken out of the will, he had no choice but to do his bidding. Losing his will wouldn't affect just him but his mother as well.If only that old man could die, then his life would be so much easier. He would have access to all the properties and wouldn't have to obey weird rules and do stupid things just because the old man felt like it.An example would be marrying this weird woman when she could just be forced to get rid of the baby and the news debunked.Valeria dragged in some air that turned cold the moment it hit her throat as she tried to steady herself. This was it. The role she had dreamt of all her life.She waited for Chris to come over to her side. He was dr

THIRD PERSON POVAlaric didn't even want to be here, not after his arrest, but Isabella had insisted it would aid him in finding evidence against his father. And as much as she was willing to come alone, he couldn't let her.So here he was, draped in a Black tux and an old shoe, standing in a room where his bad guy was. Although he badly wanted to punch his face until his teeth fell off, he had to put his emotions in place. Isabella had dressed to fit in as well because the better she blended in, the better. Her bronze dress clung to her curves, with her golf earrings dropping low. A beaded bag in her palm. They had gotten an invitation, too, and at first, they wanted to refuse it, but they couldn't; getting on a business tycoon's nerves wasn't the best way out. Bianca had come too, dressed in a glittery gown and a bold heel with her hair tucked behind her ears. Her lips were painted in purple and nude shades. Alaric had tried to convince her to stay back home, but she refused.“Thes

THIRD PERSON POVAlaric heart thudded against his rib cage as he threw one door open, then another. He had already searched four, and every single one was empty, causing his fear to rise. His breathing had gotten uneven as his mind reeled with what could have happened to her. He was about to call the police.Then he heard a man grunt, and he froze for a second; a million things ran through his mind, yet none of them said anything about his mind cheating. Kicking the door open, he saw Isabella lying there on the bed like she had no strength left while the stranger held onto his nose, which was now bleeding.She had headbutted him. The second her eyes took in her man; she let out a soft sob. Relief washed over her. “You sick bastard! How dare you touch what is mine.” Alaric snarled as he launched towards the man, grabbed him by the neck, and then slammed him into the wall. The man groaned as he struggled to be set free. His breathing stopped, and he could feel death knocking. He trie

ISABELLA’S POVI pulled my eyes apart, my head aching as my hazy vision slowly fell into place. I let out a soft hmm the moment I registered my room. Then my eyes landed on him.Alaric. He was sitting on a chair beside me, holding my hand, and the memories came rushing in. The building collapsed, and that was the reason we went to the party.I sat up in a jiffy, causing a wave of weakness to hit me hard.“Easy.” He let out, his eyes warm and his voice tender.Yet underneath that, sat the dark circles under his eyes, a proof that he had emotions he was desperately dealing with.I could tell.“Did we get them? The truth, babe. Did we get the truth?” I let out in a breath and dragged in another.He was quiet for a while. “No.” He responded, and I gasped. “But I will sort it out.”“This is all my fault. I shouldn't have stayed to talk to Valeria. I should have known she was of no good. Now, you will…” My voice cracked as it dawned on me.He would go to jail. I had failed a simple task.My