All Chapters of The Billionaire's Scorned Ex-wife Is Back For Revenge: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Marcus's POVI got to the coffee shop about fifteen minutes early, wanting to scope out the place and choose the right table for our meeting. I picked a corner booth that was private enough for confidential conversation but still in view of other customers, so Blake wouldn't feel like anything shady was happening.The coffee shop was one of those trendy places with expensive drinks and free wifi, perfect for business meetings. I ordered a large coffee and settled in to wait, reviewing my fake investigation notes one more time.I had spent the morning creating professional-looking documents that would support the story Nichole and I had planned. Fake phone records, made-up witness statements, and a timeline that would make Blake believe his suspicions about being threatened were completely justified.At exactly 10 AM, Blake walked through the door. I recognized him immediately from all the photos I'd seen while helping Nichole investigate his schemes. He was tall, well-dressed in an ex

Lydia's POVI was in my apartment getting ready for bed when my phone rang. I saw Miranda's name on the screen and immediately felt my stomach drop. My agent never called this late unless something was seriously wrong."Miranda? What's going on?" I answered quickly."Lydia, I'm so sorry to call you this late, but I just got off the phone with someone, and I thought you needed to know about it immediately.""What kind of someone?""The same woman who called last week about having damaging information about your past. She called again tonight, and this time she was much more specific."I sat down hard on my couch, feeling dizzy. "What did she say?""She said that Blake is planning to betray you. That he's been meeting with investigators and giving them information about your involvement in some questionable activities from a few years ago.""That's ridiculous," I said immediately. "Blake wouldn't do that.""She said he's preparing to blame everything on you if the story comes out public

Nichole's POVI arrived at my office early that morning, before most of the Valmont Industries staff had even started their commute. The building was quiet, with only the hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of the cleaning crew finishing their night shift. I preferred these early hours - the solitude gave me time to think, to plan, and to savor the progress of my carefully orchestrated campaign.My desk was covered with documents and files that I had been reviewing over the past few weeks. Industry reports, financial statements, competitor analyses - all the mundane business materials that filled my days as Head of Strategic Development. But hidden among them were other papers, ones that told a very different story.I picked up a folder labeled "Market Research - Q3" and opened it to reveal a collection of photographs, phone records, and detailed timelines that had nothing to do with market research. These were the fruits of months of careful observation and planning.

Lydia's POVI was lying on my couch scrolling through social media when my phone chimed with a new email notification. I almost ignored it - I got dozens of emails every day from brands, photographers, and casting directors. But something about this one made me look twice.The subject line was blank, and the sender was just a string of random letters and numbers. That was unusual. Most of my professional emails came from recognisable addresses, and personal emails usually had actual names attached.I clicked on it without really thinking, expecting it to be spam or maybe some kind of promotional email that had gotten past my filters.What I saw instead made my blood turn to ice.There were three photos attached to the email. Photos of me. Photos that I had hoped never existed, that I had convinced myself had been deleted long ago.But there they were, in full colour and horrifying detail. Me with David Harrison in his office after hours. Me with Mark Chen at that hotel in Chicago. Me

Lydia's POVMy hand was trembling as I stared at the unknown number on my phone screen. Blake was watching me intently, waiting to see what I would do."Answer it," he said again.I swiped to accept the call and held the phone to my ear."Hello?""Where are you right now?" The voice was familiar - the same person I had called before, asking for help with Blake."I'm... I'm at Blake's apartment. Why?""Perfect. Put the call on the loudspeaker. I want Blake to hear what I have to say."I looked at Blake, who nodded. I switched the call to speaker and set the phone down on the coffee table between us."Can you hear me, Blake?" the voice asked."I can hear you," Blake replied, his voice cautious. "Who is this?""I'm someone who's been watching both of you make fools of yourselves for the past few weeks. And frankly, Blake, you've been even more pathetic than I expected."Blake's face turned red with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that?""I'm the person who's