All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Damien’s POV“She’s going to serve time,” my lawyer Raymond Cruz said, flipping through the folder in front of him. “Genevieve’s charges are too damning to dodge now—identity fraud, obstruction, bribery, and the release of that video. It’s all in here.”I leaned back, jaw tight. “What about Nico?”Raymond exhaled through his nose, setting the file down. “Still gray. Nothing concrete yet. No verified identity, no financial trails we can trace, no digital signature strong enough to stick. And unless Genevieve opens her mouth, he’s untouchable.”“She won’t,” I muttered. “Not unless she gains from it.”“She’s not going to flip unless she’s desperate.”“She’s already desperate,” I said darkly. “But it’s not just about her anymore. This guy—Nico—I think he’s the architect. He’s the one who probably planned all this and executed most of it, and I’m sure he’s tied to the Lancasters. I know it. He’s the rot at the center of all of this.”Raymond gave me a flat look. “And yet we’ve got no proof

Celeste’s POVI woke to the sound of murmured voices. My head throbbed—a dull, pressing ache—and every inch of my body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry.“Celeste?”I blinked against the light, vision slowly sharpening.Theo sat beside me, elbows resting on his knees, dark circles smudged under his eyes like shadows that refused to leave. Harper was curled up in the corner chair, her hands wrapped around a coffee cup that had likely gone cold.“You’re awake,” Harper breathed, standing immediately to come closer. “Thank God.”Theo leaned in. His hand found mine, warm and solid. “You scared the hell out of us.”I opened my mouth, but only a rasp came out. “Water?”Theo poured from the jug and brought the cup to my lips, his movements gentle. After a few sips, I cleared my throat. “What… happened?”“You were hit by a motorcycle when you pushed Tomas out of the way,” Harper said quietly. “It came out of nowhere.”“The guy had no plates. No ID. It might’ve been—” Theo hesitat

Third Person POVViv Lancaster dabbed beneath her eye with a folded silk handkerchief as she stepped out of the hospital room with her husband. “She’s… not what I expected,” she murmured. “Stronger. Quieter.”Nathaniel gave a small grunt in response, his gaze already scanning the hallway as though mentally filing everything away.But both of them paused when they spotted their son Michael just a few feet down the hall—deep in conversation with the young woman who’d met up with them earlier. Her name’s Harper, I think, Viv remembered silently. Celeste’s best friend. But her eyes narrowed as she watched them seemingly in an argument. The woman stood rigid, arms crossed, expression sharp.The moment was fleeting. In a split-second burst of motion, Harper turned toward the hospital door, pushed it open, and disappeared inside before Michael could stop her—shutting the door firmly behind her.Michael cursed under his breath and rubbed the back of his neck.“Hhmmm,” Viv commented. “That on

Damien’s POVI grabbed the bastard by the collar and slammed him against the concrete wall of the holding room. The chair clattered to the side, and the air between us vibrated with fury.“What the hell did you do to her?” I growled, nose inches from his. “Tell me exactly what you did to Celeste.”Dr. Halbridge’s breath hitched. He raised both palms, shaking. “P-please—Mr. Vaughn—I didn’t mean harm—”“Just tell me what you did to her there!” He stammered, his words crashing over each other. “I-I was just following orders. We had documents. Authorizations. From you!”I slammed him back again, harder this time. His head hit the wall with a dull thud. “Stop lying to me!”“I swear!” he cried. “Everything had your seal. Your name. The Vaughn crest.”My pulse thundered in my ears. I could see her now—Celeste, pale and trembling in that hospital bed, her body reacting to medications she never should’ve had in her system. My hands shook.“You drugged her,” I said with accusation. My heart fe

Celeste’s POVThe door opened briskly, and the attending doctor stepped inside, clipboard in hand, brows slightly furrowed.“Excuse me,” he said in a calm but resolute tone. “I understand emotions are high right now, but this is a recovery ward. We need to maintain a quiet environment for all our patients.”I didn’t take my eyes off Damien. My pulse was still racing. My fingers curled tighter around the edge of the blanket, my entire body taut like a wire about to snap.The doctor’s gaze softened as it turned to me. “Miss Celeste,” he said gently, “you’re doing well, but your vitals are still fragile. Elevated stress could complicate your recovery. Please, try to rest.”Then he turned politely to Damien. “Sir, I’ll have to ask you to continue this conversation outside.”Damien’s jaw clenched. For a heartbeat, he looked like he might protest, that the storm inside him couldn’t wait. But then something shifted in his expression—something quiet and defeated. His shoulders slumped.He nod