Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge After Rebirth: No Longer Yours, Ex!: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Julia’s POV “Where are you?” The first message read sounded blunt and demanding. Before I could even roll my eyes, another followed: “None of the servants know where you are.” And then, as if he’d been saving the most absurd for last, he added. “You owe me for that broken glass. Pay up.” I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard, speechless on how to reply to him. Is he really serious about this? A broken glass? Really? I leaned back in my chair and let out a long, exasperated disappointment sigh. Alex is a billionaire, dripping in wealth, and he was hounding me over an ordinary glass? I tapped out a quick reply, my fingers moving faster in fury. “Alex, you dropped the glass. Not my fault. Let it go. Why should I pay for something you destroyed? And what were you doing at my door? If not that you were looking for some troubles.” I hit send and tossed the phone onto my desk, expecting that to be the end of it. But Alex, being Alex, wasn’t done. My phone buzzed

Alex’s POVThat voice sounded so familiar. Immediately, I turned, and there he was, Lucas, standing in the doorway of Ceramic Haven Glass Studio. A surge of irritation flared in my chest. Anger consuming me. Him again?! What was he doing here? Of all places, why this studio? But what made it worse, far worse was the way Julia’s face lit up at the sight of him. Her eyes, which had been filled with frustration at me just moments ago, softened, and a smile curved her lips as she stepped away, leaving me standing there like an idiot with the cup in my hands.“Lucas!” she called, her voice almost playful, as she got closer to him. “Nice to see you. Well, you look good! Not bad at all.” She gave him a quick once-over, her smile widening as she took in his tailored blazer and crisp white shirt, the kind of luxury that made me want to roll my eyes. “You look good too.” Lucas replied with a smile. As they were now standing and facing each other.My jaw tightened, and I felt my fists clench at

Julia’s POVI had left the studio earlier, I slid into the backseat of a taxi since my driver didn’t turn up on time. I was barely settled when my phone lit up with a video call from Isabella. Her face popped onto the screen and then I picked.“Jules! Guess where I am!” she squealed, her voice exclaiming and vibrating through the phone.I laughed, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Um, let me think. Paris? No, wait, Ibiza?”“Wrong and wrong!” She grinned, tilting her phone to reveal a terminal behind her, suitcases rolling by and a faint announcement being announced over a loudspeaker. “I’m at the airport, Julia! I’m back from Australia!”My jaw dropped. “No way! You’re here? Like, here?”“Yup! Surprise!” She spun the camera around, showing off the familiar signage of JFK, John F. Kennedy International airport here New York City, USA. . “Get your butt over here, Julia. I need my bestie right now!”I didn’t even hesitate. “Driver, change of plans. JFK Airport, please!” My heart r

Julia’s POV“What?” I snapped. Isabella on the other hand was speechless alongside the three guys whose Alex’s attitude was entertaining.No! There was no way I'd let him stay here. “You can’t join us, Alex.” I added. “Why?” He questioned, as if he wasn’t expecting an answer, he leaned back in the chair, arms crossed, his eyes scanning the table as he poured in some drink and gulped it. His cold act made him look even more intimidating. But I wasn’t about to let him ruin my night. Not after that stunt he’d pulled, storming in like he owned me.“Alex,” I said, my voice loud enough to cut through the pulsing music. “You need to leave. I told you, I’m staying here with Isabella.”He didn’t budge. “I heard you,” he said, his tone stubborn. “And I said I’m staying too.”Isabella snorted, leaning forward. “Oh, come on, Alex. You’re not her babysitter. She’s a grown woman. Go home.”Alex’s gaze moved to her, unamused, before settling back on me. “I’m not going anywhere, Julia. Not while yo

Alex’s POVMy phone buzzed again sharply in my hand, the vibration jolting me out of the heated haze of my argument with Julia. I glanced down, still fuming in anger. Unlocking the screen, I saw a message from Richard, the manager in charge of the charity gala. My eyes skimmed the text. “Apologies, Mr. Carter. The previous invitation had a typo. This is the correct one, bring your partner! It’s going to be an amazing night, trust me.” Attached was a sleek, digital invite, the elegant gold font glowing against a black background, promising an evening of glitz, networking, and philanthropy at the Grand Luminary Hall.This gala was a big deal, CEOs, innovators, and power players like Mr. Victor from Nextus Tech would be there. My fingers flew across the screen as I typed a quick reply. “Thanks, Richard. Appreciate the fix. I’ll e there.” I hit send, the message whooshing off, and then I lifted my gaze back to Julia.She stood there, arms crossed, her eyes flashing with defiance. “Get out