Semua Bab A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Damien’s POVThe numbers on my monitor blurred into meaningless shapes. I’d been staring at the same report for nearly ten minutes—something about quarterly margins, maybe? I didn’t even care. Not right now.The office around me buzzed faintly—phones ringing in the background, muted voices through glass, a world continuing on autopilot. I, meanwhile, sat frozen behind my desk, piles of untouched paperwork in front of me like a mountain I couldn’t begin to climb.All I could think about was the hospital.Her voice.Her eyes.The way she’d looked at me—like I was a ghost from her past she couldn’t wait to exorcise.And oh, god, the way she’d been so close to Theo!I leaned back in the chair and stared up at the ceiling, trying to focus. That was when my phone rang. I didn’t even glance at it at first, assuming it was another assistant or another crisis I didn’t have the energy to solve. But something nudged me to look.Celeste.My breath caught.I sat upright so fast my chair creaked.

Celeste’s POVThe cold bit through my clothes the moment I stepped out of the car.Theo’s hand found mine instantly.“This is a special arrangement,” he said under his breath, leading me across the cracked pavement toward the looming gates. “They’re not allowing any visitors yet—riot just settled, reports still coming in. But my contact pulled strings. Just us.”Just us.I nodded stiffly, not trusting my voice. My fingers were ice, but I clung to his hand like it was the only thing tethering me to the earth.Ahead, the main prison building loomed like a dead giant—concrete gray, windows dark, the scars of chaos still visible in the form of overturned fencing, scorched patches along the outer yard, a line of vehicles parked hastily by the side.Harper had wanted to come, but when Theo’s contact made it clear only two would be allowed, she stepped back without argument. "Don’t look for closure. Just look for the truth." That was what she’d told me. But I wasn’t sure I could tell the di

Celeste’s POVSilence gripped us all like a vice.I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him right. My mind was trying to catch up—scrambling, spinning.“I… what?” My voice came out as barely a whisper.Nathaniel Lancaster took a slow breath, as if steadying himself. “We received the test results yesterday. You’re our biological daughter, Celeste.”My knees nearly gave out. Theo caught my elbow instinctively, guiding me to a nearby bench.The mother—Viv—stared at me, her face streaked with tears, her lips parted in stunned disbelief. She didn’t say a word. Just kept staring. I couldn’t tell if she was horrified or hopeful. Maybe it was all just too much for her right now — this news and Genevieve’s passing.Nathaniel continued, his voice lower now. “I suspected something a while back. Your blood type… your medical history. You have the same allergens as Viv. And when I really looked at you—really looked—I realized you resembled her when she was your age.”I shook my head slowly, still not pro

Celeste’s POVMy fists trembled at my sides. I took a step forward, the words finally finding their way out of my throat. I even ignored Viv's expression.“You call that justice?” I snapped. “You’re trying to write her off like she’s nothing. The people she destroyed can just be filed away because it’s inconvenient to face.”Robertson’s expression hardened. “Miss Monroe—”“No, listen to me,” I cut him off, my voice rising. “You let her slip through your hands. And now you want to pretend this body—whoever she is—is good enough to close the case and move on. That’s not justice. That’s cowardice.”A tense silence followed my words, everyone too stunned to speak—until a voice from the doorway cut through the room like a blade.“She’s right.”I turned, heart lurching. Michael Lancaster stood there, arms folded, face unreadable.My breath caught. I had no idea how long he’d been there. How much he’d heard. But what really struck me was the fact that he could actually be my biological broth

Third Person POVAfter the car disappeared into the darkness, silence wrapped around the remaining Lancasters like a suffocating shroud. Viv stood in place, her shoulders trembling. Her hands covered her face, muffling the sobs that refused to stop. Nathaniel remained by her side, rubbing her back in wordless comfort, though his own face was pale and drawn.Michael stepped forward, his voice low but tight with restrained frustration. "Why did you say that to her?" he asked, staring at his mother. "And why couldn't you have shown more affection and joy toward finding out that she's your real daughter, the one we've waited all our lives to find again?"Viv slowly lowered her hands, revealing eyes red with stubborn grief. "I didn’t mean to hurt her," she whispered, "I just thought—maybe it was better this way. That we could just stop the pain and chaos. Everything can be done!"Michael stared at her, eyes hard. "’You didn’t mean to hurt her?’ You made a choice. You chose her over the tr