All Chapters of Revenge on my billionaire ex-husband : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: LateNichole came into the house around ten thirty. It was after nine when he had realized just how late it was getting, and guilt had started to creep in. She had been home since six. He’d sent Laila a message at seven to apologize and say he’d be home as soon as he could, but she hadn’t responded. The lack of response had sat heavily in his chest the entire drive home.The house felt quieter than usual when he stepped inside, the soft hum of the refrigerator and distant ticking of the clock echoing faintly in the stillness. He noticed the housekeeper, Matilda, was still there and he frowned. “Matilda, you’re here late.”“Laila asked me to be her muse. She got wrapped up in her work again and when I interrupted her to remind her of the time, she was very excited,” she said, clearly flustered but smiling brightly. “She said she was inspired by her grandmother’s painting and now wants to do an entire collection of the beauty of women. She told me you’d be home late and I should wa

POV: Called AwayLaila woke to the sound of Nichole grumbling and fumbling for his phone where it sat vibrating at the end of the bed. The room was still dark, the early morning light barely filtering through the curtains. She lifted herself on one elbow to squint at the clock on the bedside table, then flopped back down with a groan and pulled a pillow over her head.“It’s not even six, Nichole,” she muttered into the mattress as he ended the call.There was a pause. A heavy exhale.“I have to take a flight to Singapore.”The words sliced through her sleepiness. She shoved the pillow aside and pushed herself upright. “What?” Her hair fell messily around her shoulders. “Singapore?”“Yes… Singapore.”“Why? Is everything okay?” She searched his face immediately, her irritation replaced by concern.“Yes. It will be.” He dragged a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “Want to come?”She stared at him incredulously, trying to process how they’d gone from sleeping peacefully to discu

POV: A Sister’s Plea “Lola, I,” Laila shook her head in confusion as she looked at her sister who posed with the man she had been marrying the day she got pregnant with Merlin's baby. “What’s going on here?” “I hate them," Lola said as tears started to roll down her eyes.” Merlin, Tony and Maria. Since you put the restraining order on us and Nichole took over the company, they have nothing to do but sit in the house all day and be mean. Merlin was bad enough with his neat freak tendencies and the way he loses his mind if you drop a single sock on the floor. Holy shit he's so anal retention. Not to mention the fact that he doesn't have sex. Ever. I don't think he ever jerked off. How did you do it?”Laila watched in disbelief as Roddy rubbed her back as if consulting her. She looked at Janka, “did I step into a twilight zone? Roddy, what are you doing here? With her?”“I love him, Lola. I always have. I always will.” Raddy said. “Ours is not a conventional kind of love, Laila, but I

POV: Breakfast with Janka Laila woke up feeling sound and disoriented. She knew the reason she was waking up was because her phone was buzzing like mad on the nightstand and ringing. It was unlikely to be Nichole calling so early, so she didn’t want to answer it. However, it was Laura, and she gave an impatient huff.She sat up and grabbed it, frowning at the noise, and she felt a twinge bit of guilt for not picking the call earlier when she saw the caller.She rolled out of the bed and made her way to the front door pulling it open to find Janka on the doorstep glowering.She pushed into the house shoving a coffee into Laila's hand and rattling a paper bag. “What took you so long? I've been standing down here forever.”“Um, I was sleeping. It's only six thirty in the morning.”“Yeah, but I had a date last night and in case you haven't noticed.” She waved at herself, “I'm still wearing what I wore last night.”“Oh, my goodness! You slept with him? You stayed the whole night? Is this

POV: What To DoShe was pregnant, at least according to the three tests Rose and Janka had made her take. As she sat in Fred's kitchen while Meredith went over all the options she could have, her big brother rubbed her shoulders reassuringly.“You need to start by telling Nichole.”“He's away.”“I know, but call him.” Fred spoke in the same calm tone he used when his daughter, Anna, was having a temper tantrum.“Fred, he was agitated when I told him I had fallen in love with him over the phone. How the hell do you think he's going to react to finding out I'm pregnant over the phone? He's going to leave me.” She blurted the words out in panic. “He's never going to want to be with me. He's going to think I tricked him and trapped him.”“Laila, he loves you.”“Yes, but I'm the first person he ever said the words to. He's not going to be receptive to a kid!” She started to stand up, but Fred gently pushed her back into the chair.“You don't have to tell him,” Meredith tossed out casually.