All Chapters of ABANDONED BY MY EX, ACCEPTED HIS BOSS'S PROPOSAL : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Chapter 152 – Maya’s GameDarkness and cold had long since become Clara’s only companions.There were no windows in the room where Maya kept her. The walls were concrete, stained with age and dampness. A single bulb overhead buzzed like an insect caught in a trap, flickering occasionally as if to mock her. The air was stale, thick with mildew, and time felt suspended—hours bleeding into one another without mercy or measure.Clara sat curled on the cot, knees tucked against her chest. Her lips were cracked. Her skin was clammy with sweat despite the chill. Hunger clawed at her belly like a wild thing. She didn’t remember her last full meal—maybe two days ago. Maybe three. She’d stopped counting.Her stomach cramped again, sharp and cruel.But she didn’t cry.She wouldn’t give Maya that.The door creaked open with a metallic screech, and Clara flinched despite herself. Footsteps echoed across the floor—measured, sharp, and unmistakably deliberate.Maya Stark entered like a shadow wrappe

Chapter 154 – The IslandThe rhythmic whir of rotor blades sliced through the early morning silence as the private helicopter rose above the Manhattan skyline. The first light of dawn spilled across the horizon, casting the city in hues of copper and blood. Inside the sleek chopper, Alex Banks sat rigidly in his seat, hands clasped between his knees, eyes narrowed and locked on the expanse beyond the glass.Kevin sat across from him, tactical gear half-unzipped, a black duffel at his feet filled with surveillance tools, two pistols, and one GPS scrambler. Neither man spoke. They didn’t need to. The air between them was heavy with urgency.Alex’s mind churned with images—Clara’s laugh, her eyes when she teased him, the way her fingers used to linger on his when she thought he wasn’t paying attention. But the memory that haunted him most wasn’t romantic. It was her silence. Her absence. The way she had vanished, leaving only a void behind.The pilot’s voice crackled through the headset.

Chapter 156 – The ClueThe message arrived at exactly 6:17 a.m.Kevin stood in the doorway to Alex’s penthouse office, clutching a folded scrap of paper like it might burn him. The assistant who had delivered it had disappeared before they could question her—one of Maya’s ghosts, no doubt—but she had said the message was urgent.Alex sat hunched over a laptop, eyes bloodshot, surrounded by folders full of false leads and maps dotted with pins and red ink. He looked up, body tense. “What is it?”Kevin approached and handed over the note. “No sender. Just said it was from someone Clara trusted.”Alex opened it slowly. The handwriting was neat, unfamiliar, but feminine. Carefully penned in black ink were six words:“Tell him the child’s name is Hope.”He stared.A long silence followed. Kevin waited. The seconds stretched.Then, softly, Alex whispered, “Hope…”His eyes widened.Kevin’s brow furrowed. “Alex?”Alex’s fingers tightened on the paper. His voice was distant, as if replaying a

Chapter 158 – The Final Madness The early light of dawn filtered through the hospital’s large glass windows, casting streaks of pale gold onto the cold tile floors. The antiseptic scent was sharp and sterile, almost offensive in its cleanness, but after what Clara had just survived, it was oddly comforting. She sat curled up on the hospital bed, dressed in a gown that hung loosely around her frame. Her skin was pale, her body sore, her mind a storm of everything that had just happened. But she was alive. And Alex was near. He stood by the window, speaking with Kevin in hushed tones. His right arm was in a sling, his shoulder heavily bandaged. Clara watched him silently, memorizing the way the light cut across his jaw, the worry lining his face. Everything had led to this moment—lies, betrayal, love twisted and burned into something unrecognizable. Maya was gone. Dead. Shot by the very sister she once manipulated. But the world hadn’t stopped. It never did. The door creaked ope

Chapter 160 – Quiet After the StormThe morning was unusually still, as though the world itself was pausing to breathe.Sunlight bathed the Banks estate in gold, and the air carried the scent of new beginnings—lavender from the front garden, the faint perfume of fresh laundry from the windowsill, and something softer, more sacred: the warmth of home.Clara stepped through the doorway of their home with a soft gasp. In her arms, swaddled in a pale pink blanket, was their daughter, Hope Vivienne Banks.Alex followed closely behind, one hand steadying Clara’s back, the other carrying the diaper bag that weighed far less than the emotions he carried.They paused in the foyer, surrounded by a silence that was suddenly alive with purpose.“This is it,” Clara whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “She’s home.”Alex wrapped an arm around her shoulders, staring down at the tiny bundle. Hope stirred slightly, letting out a gurgle, her fingers curling into miniature fists.“She’s perfect,” he