Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-wife Is Back For Revenge: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Nichole's POVAfter my conversation with Mom, I went back to bed feeling more clear-headed than I had in days. Her words kept echoing in my mind, especially what she said about Adrian. Maybe it was time to stop looking backward and start looking forward.I slept better that night than I had since the whole Vincent situation. No nightmares, no dreams about Blake, just peaceful sleep.When I woke up the next morning, I felt different. Stronger. More like myself than I had felt in weeks. For the first time since my kidnapping, I actually wanted to get dressed up and go to work.I took a long, hot shower, washing away all the stress and confusion of the past few days. Then I stood in front of my closet, looking for something that would make me feel confident and beautiful.I chose a navy blue dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. It was professional but feminine, with a subtle elegance that I loved. I paired it with my favorite heels and some simple jewelry.Then I sat down

Nichole's POVAfter the initial excitement of the welcome party died down, Jennifer gathered everyone around the conference table in my office. She had several folders and her laptop ready, and I could tell from her expression that we had serious business to discuss."Alright," Jennifer said, opening the first folder. "Let me catch you up on everything that happened while you were... away."I settled into my chair, with Adrian taking the seat next to me. The rest of the board members and key staff arranged themselves around the table."First, the good news," Jennifer continued. "The moment the news broke about Vincent Reeves and the truth about the embezzlement charges, our stock price started recovering. We're not back to where we were before the scandal, but we're climbing steadily.""That's great," I said, feeling some relief."The bad news," Robert from the board spoke up, "is what Logan did during the time he was acting CEO."My stomach clenched. "What do you mean?""He went on a

Adrian's POVI let go of her wrist reluctantly, already missing the contact. She went to get her laptop while I tried to get my emotions under control.When she returned, we walked toward the door together. I couldn't help stealing glances at her as we moved. She just looked so beautiful, so strong, so perfectly herself."What?" she asked with a smile, catching me looking at her.I smiled back. "Nothing. I'm just glad to see you looking like yourself again.""What do you mean?""I mean you look confident. Strong. Like the Nichole who built an empire and isn't going to let anyone tear her down."She needed to hear that. After everything Blake had put her through, after Vincent's attack, she needed to be reminded of her own strength and power."Thank you," she said as I opened the car door for her. "For knowing exactly what to say. For always being there. For..." She paused, looking into my eyes. "For everything."We stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. I felt that fami

Lydia's POVThree days later, I was in Tokyo for a major fashion campaign with one of the biggest luxury brands in the world. The shoot was incredible - working with top photographers, wearing clothes worth more than most people made in a year, posing alongside some of the most famous models on the planet.I should have been on top of the world. This was exactly the kind of high-profile job I had always dreamed of booking. The kind that would cement my place as one of the top models globally.But I couldn't focus. Every smile I gave the camera felt fake. Every pose felt forced. All I could think about was Blake and his pathetic guilt about what we had done to Nichole."Beautiful, Lydia! Perfect!" the photographer called out as I struck another pose. "You're absolutely glowing!"If only he knew that my "glow" was actually rage burning inside me.After what felt like forever, the shoot finally wrapped for the day. The other models went out to celebrate at some exclusive Tokyo club, but

Nichole's POVAfter Adrian settled into his chair, an uncomfortable silence filled the room that felt like it stretched on forever. I could feel his eyes on me, studying my face with that intense, observant way he had. He was probably trying to figure out what Jennifer and I had been discussing before he arrived, and I found myself avoiding his gaze.The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Jennifer kept glancing between Adrian and me, like she was watching a tennis match and waiting for one of us to make the first move. I kept my eyes focused on the stack of papers in front of me, pretending to read through quarterly reports that I had already reviewed three times.But I could still feel Adrian's presence across from me, could still sense that familiar warmth that always seemed to radiate from him whenever he was near. It was the same feeling that had been driving me crazy for weeks now - that awareness of him that made my heart race and my palms sweaty.The silen