Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Celeste’s POVI didn’t look at him.Not because I didn’t hear every word Damien had just said—because I did. I blamed the one person I should’ve fought for.It hurt. Because it was true.But it was too late. The damage had already been done.Genevieve, still cuffed and cornered, tried again to speak—her voice trembling and raw.“I only wanted—”“No,” Damien cut in sharply. “No more excuses.”Her eyes widened as she looked at him, stunned. But he was already turning to the officers nearby.“I want it on record,” he said clearly, “that Genevieve Lancaster isn’t just guilty of attempted assault. She’s guilty of slander and defamation. She forged evidence. She destroyed someone’s life. I hope you question her thoroughly.”The finality in his tone made even the officers straighten.Genevieve’s lips parted like she still wanted to fight, to argue, to cry—but nothing came. Her eyes darted around, as if someone—anyone—might still come to her defense.No one did.One of the officers stepped f

Celeste’s POVI woke to the scent of garlic rice and something warm and savory in the air.For a moment, I forgot where I was—forgot everything, really. The soft weight of the blanket over me, the filtered morning light pushing through the curtains, the distant clatter of pans—none of it matched the storm I’d just walked through.But then I sat up, and my shoulder ached. A reminder of what had really taken place. “Finally,” Harper’s voice floated in from the doorway, light and teasing. “Sleeping Beauty awakens.”I blinked at her, groggy. “What time is it?”“Almost one,” she said, stepping into the room with a tray. “You really got knocked out. But honestly, you needed it.”My stomach grumbled at the sight of food—garlic rice, scrambled eggs, and some kind of tomato stew. Comfort food. Soul food.“You cooked?” I asked, a little surprised.“Don’t act so shocked,” she smirked. “I’m not just a pretty face.”I managed a smile, and she set the tray down gently across my lap.“Thanks,” I mu

Celeste’s POV“I need to see Genevieve Lancaster, right now,” Michael demanded as he marched up to the officer at the front desk. But the officer didn’t even blink. He looked up with a nonchalant expression on his face. “Do you have an appointment?”“No,” Michael replied, visibly agitated. “But I just need five minutes. She is my sister—”“It doesn’t matter,” the officer said flatly. “No appointment. No entry. We have strict visitation rules here. ”Michael leaned on the counter, trying to compose himself, but his jaw was tight with frustration. “But she's holding, I need to hire a lawyer for her right now!”“She has legal counsel. That’s all she’s entitled to today.”I should’ve kept walking and away from this entire suffocating mess. But something about Michael’s desperation rooted me to the spot.He turned around—and our eyes locked.“Celeste!” he exclaimed. “Did you get to talk to her? How is she and what the hell happened?”I didn’t answer right away. Just watched him for a long

Damien’s POVMichael stared hard at me in bewilderment. His brows furrowed. “Nico? How the hell should I know him?”He looked genuinely puzzled, like I’d just pulled the name out of thin air. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”I narrowed my eyes. “Really? That’s your answer?”I took a step closer, lowering my voice. “I’ve been digging into this for months. That man’s a ghost—no records, no digital trail, not even a paper receipt to his name. But Genevieve knew him. I even met him regularly at some hotel.” I watched his expression closely, though it didn’t seem to change or give any hint that he was lying. “So tell me again, Michael. Who the hell is Nico?”Michael’s jaw tightened. “If he’s so well-hidden, how would I know him?”I didn’t blink. “That’s exactly the point. We’ve searched for months and found nothing. No digital footprint. No employment history. No official ID. Nothing. You know what that kind of erasure usually means?”He didn’t answer, but I saw the shift in his

Celeste’s POV“Do you want tea or something stronger?” Harper asked as we stepped into the apartment.I gave her a tired half-smile. “Tea. I think my nerves have been through enough today.”She nodded and headed for the kitchen while I wandered into the living room, my body moving on autopilot.I collapsed onto the couch with a long exhale, letting my body sink into the cushions. Harper soon appeared again, handing me a cup of tea. “You need to rest your brain,” she said, nudging me gently with her knee. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll pull up that hit drama everyone’s been raving about—you know, the one with the lawyer and the fake marriage plot. You need fluff, triangles, amnesia and secret heirs.”I managed a weak smile. “You mean you need those things.”She shrugged, unbothered. “Semantics.”With a chuckle, I reached for my laptop. It felt heavier than I remembered. I flipped it open and hit the power button, watching the familiar glow return to the screen.“Tell me when the fi