All Chapters of The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-wife Is Back For Revenge: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jennifer’s POVThe room was so quiet, it was almost painful. Adrian had barely sat down in his chair before silence swallowed us whole. Nichole was pretending to be busy with the stack of papers in front of her, but I could see right through it—she’d already read those reports a hundred times. And Adrian? He was watching her like he always did, studying her every move, every flicker of expression.I sat there between them, feeling like a referee at a match no one wanted to start. My eyes kept darting back and forth, waiting for one of them to break the silence. But neither did. The tension was so thick I could hear the air conditioning hum, the distant phones ringing outside, even the clock ticking on the wall.Finally, I’d had enough. Someone had to move this meeting along, and clearly it wasn’t going to be either of them.“So, Nichole,” I said, raising my voice just enough to cut through the heavy air. “You called this meeting to discuss your next move on Lydia and Blake, right?”Th

Nichole's POVThe weeks following our strategy meeting became a whirlwind of activity. I had decided that before I could fully focus on destroying Lydia and Blake, I needed to make things right with the people who had been hurt by their schemes.The families affected by the fake building materials scandal were my first priority. These were people whose homes had been damaged, whose lives had been disrupted, all because of the materials Logan had approved as part of Vincent's plan to frame me.I spent two full days visiting construction sites and meeting with families whose houses had developed structural problems because of the substandard materials. The guilt I felt seeing their damaged homes, listening to their stories about leaking roofs and cracking walls, was overwhelming.Mrs. Henderson, an elderly woman whose kitchen ceiling had collapsed, took my hands in her weathered ones and said, "Miss Valmont, we never blamed you personally. We knew something wasn't right with those mater

Nichole's POVWhen we got to my house, I was surprised to find both my mom and Jennifer waiting for us in the living room. They both looked worried and tired, like they had been up all night."Thank goodness you're safe," Mom said, immediately pulling me into another hug. "Adrian called us and told us what happened. We've been so scared.""I'm okay, Mom," I said, though I wasn't entirely sure that was true. "Just shaken up."Jennifer was pacing back and forth across the living room. "This is not a coincidence, Nichole. First Vincent and Logan disappear, then someone starts following you in Miami? Someone is definitely watching you."We all sat down around the coffee table, and I told them everything that had happened. About the person in the hoodie at the hotel who had matched my walking pace. About seeing another hooded figure at the airport. About the feeling that I was being watched and followed."Did you get a good look at either of them?" Mom asked."No. They were both wearing ho

Nichole's POVThree days after our security meeting, my life had become completely unrecognizable. I woke up that Tuesday morning to the sound of workmen installing motion sensors in my bedroom walls. The constant drilling and hammering had been going on since 6 AM, and I was already exhausted from the noise.I walked downstairs to find a woman I'd never seen before sitting at my kitchen table, casually reading a newspaper and drinking coffee like she owned the place."Good morning, Miss Valmont," she said with a friendly smile. "I'm Sarah, your new shopping companion."Shopping companion. That was the code name Adrian had come up with for my disguised bodyguard. Sarah looked like a perfectly normal woman in her thirties - well-dressed but not too fancy, the kind of person you'd see in any upscale mall or restaurant."Morning," I said, still trying to adjust to having strangers in my house all the time."I thought we could grab breakfast at that new cafe on Fifth Street," Sarah contin

Blake's POVAfter I hung up with Lydia, I couldn't sit still. I paced around my apartment for what felt like hours, my mind racing with possibilities about who could be behind these phone calls.Unlike Lydia, who seemed to think we should wait and see what happened next, I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just sit around and wait for some unknown person to destroy everything I'd worked for.The phone calls weren't random. Someone knew about what we diď to destroy Nichole, and they were threatening to expose us. But who? And what did they want?I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from my kitchen and poured myself a large glass. The alcohol burned as I drank it, but it helped calm my nerves a little bit.I started thinking through everyone who could possibly know about what Lydia and I had done. Logan was missing, so it probably wasn't him. Gregory had been just a pawn in Vincent's larger scheme - he didn't know about our specific plan to destroy Nichole's modeling career, besides we we