Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge on my billionaire ex-husband : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

POV: Escaping Lola grimaced at Laila but before she could respond Nichole held his hand up.“We're down here. I am taking my family and we're going to celebrate my employer who has beat out thousands of other people in the country to win tonight's major award. “Nichole motioned to his parents and his sister. “Shall we?”Laila was quiet as she took the proffered hand and walked away from the quarter who was speltering behind them.“Fernando, we need to finish this conversation, now, here.”“We can finish this conversation on Monday morning at eight in my office. “Don't be late, Tony!”When Tony started to follow them, Joseph and a crew of men intercepted and created a physical barrier, escorting them into the decorated ball room.“There is our table.” Elena said motioning to the nametag near the front of the room. “Let’s take our seat.”As they sat down, Nichole pulled out her and his sister's chair, she felt all eyes on her , Elena leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “breath, Lai

POV: Sisterly Advice He was going to lose his mind. He stared at the end call notification on his phone and felt fury rising.“You, okay?” Elena questioned as she approached from behind him. “You're almost up for your speech.”“No. I fucked up.”“You mean with the weird cold shoulder thing you were giving Laila for a situation which wasn't even close to her fault? Yeah you did.”“Elena, not now please.”“Then when Nichole. You know, I've known you your entire life. I have never, not once seen you like this over a woman. You've never been this obsessed.”“It's not an obsession,” Elena. “I'm not obsessed.”“No?”“No.”“Then what time is it? Is it the Williams connection?”“Fuck no,” he shook his head and took a breath,” I’m head over heels in love with her, Elena. From the moment she sat across from me in the restaurant and slid a thumb drive into my hand, I've been captured, and every conversation thereafter has amp lifted it. I didn't realize how hard I was falling until she told me

POV: I Love YouLaila nodded, her throat tight but her voice steady. “Yes. I can forgive you.”“Good. Now…” He took a slow breath, almost bracing himself. “This is hard for me because I've never done anything like this in my entire life before—especially after such a short period—but I have something I need to say to you. And I need you to hear me. Please hear me.”She couldn’t look away from him. He was intense, serious, almost vulnerable in a way she had never seen before. It made her pulse race. “I’m listening.”“Good.” He exhaled slowly. “I was annoyed on Friday morning when you told me how you felt.”“I knew it,” she muttered under her breath.He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not because of what you said. Never because of what you said. It was the timing… and the delivery.”He pushed off the chair and moved to kneel in front of her, reaching for her hands. His touch was warm, grounding. Intentional.“Laila, you have a very expressive face. Your actions and mannerisms give a

POV: DreamsLaila was sitting at the dining room table with her sketch pad, her pencil moving carefully across the page as she worked on her grandmother's painting. The late afternoon light filtered softly through the windows, casting a warm glow over the table and illuminating the charcoal lines taking shape beneath her hand. She was completely focused on the task at hand, her tongue occasionally pressing against the inside of her cheek in concentration.As she continued drawing the rough sketch, she became increasingly aware of the beauty her grandmother possessed. The curve of her cheekbones, the sharp intelligence in her eyes, the proud lift of her chin—it was all there, waiting to be captured. Laila desperately wanted to portray not only the strength and poise of her grandmother’s physical body but also the spirit and valor of her soul. Her grandmother had been a fierce woman—unyielding, bold, unapologetically herself—and as Laila worked on this project, she felt a growing kin

Revenge Chapter 59POV: Confronting Mom“You’re wrong,” Lorraine said, shaking her head slowly as if she truly believed it. “I only wanted to see Laila and know she was okay. I came here to make sure she was fine because Lola said she looked off last night.”Nichole let out a sharp, humorless laugh and pulled his phone from his pocket. “This is a photo of Laila last night arriving at the gala. Does she look like she’s not comfortable to you?”Her mother leaned forward and looked at the image, which had clearly been taken by paparazzi. Laila was smiling brightly as she was escorted in, Joseph right behind her. She looked carefree and poised, clad in a simple but elegant gown that hugged her frame perfectly.“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” Lorraine murmured.“Thanks, Mom,” Laila replied quietly.Nichole swiped again. “Now this,” he said, his tone hardening, “is a photo taken by my security.”The next image showed the moment she had been cornered by Lola, Merlin, and her ex-in-laws.