All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Celeste’s POV"It’s me," the voice whispered quickly. "It’s Damien."My whole body went slack with recognition, breath catching somewhere between panic and relief. My knees buckled slightly as the adrenaline surged through me, then crashed like a wave. I shoved his hand off my mouth, gasping for breath."Are you insane?!" I hissed, whirling around to glare at him. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"“I just have to talk to you alone, Celeste,” he explained in a rush. “Now is not the time, Damien. Auntie Eleanor —” I started anxiously.“Yes, I know what happened to her,” he cut me off. I stopped. "What?"How could he know already? The way he said it so calmly—it was too prepared. A cold suspicion slithered up my spine. I hated the thought that he might still have people keeping tabs on me.But then, Damien pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. "As a precaution, I had discreet surveillance installed in her room. Just in case. After what happened at the prison, I couldn’t take a

Celeste’s POVMy legs moved before my mind could catch up. I rushed to the black car and yanked the rear door open.Auntie Eleanor lay motionless on the gurney, her face pale, lips slightly parted. Tubes still hung from her arms—whoever this man was, he hadn’t even bothered to remove the evidence of the hospital setup. She looked fragile, like a porcelain doll that might shatter at the slightest touch. But she was breathing.My chest tightened. Relief and rage tangled inside me like a storm."I’ll get you out of here," I whispered, carefully sliding her out of the vehicle with trembling hands.She was unconscious, still deep in that coma she’d never woken from. But at least she was alive.I cradled her as best I could, dragging open the back door of Damien’s car. Gently, I laid her down across the back seat, adjusting her head with practiced care. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking."Just hold on," I whispered. "Please, just hold on."When I turned back, Damien was crouched low over the m

Damien’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the ceiling — pale, dimly lit, unfamiliar.The second thing was Rob’s face, leaning over me — a crooked grin pulling at his mouth, but his eyes were tight with worry, flicking over my face like he was checking if I was really awake.“Well, well,” he drawled, “look who finally decided to rejoin the living.”I let out a low groan, trying to push myself upright — sharp pain shot through my chest, making me wince.“Careful,” Rob said, immediately pressing a hand to my shoulder to keep me down. “Relax, champ. You’ve done enough heroic shit for one night.”The doctor beside him — a middle-aged man with thinning hair and sharp eyes — adjusted his glasses, glancing down at his clipboard. “He’s right. You’re lucky to be awake at all.”I tried to wave them off, exhaling roughly. “It’s just a stab wound, not a damn heart attack.”The doctor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “A stab wound to the upper chest, narrowly missing your subclavian ar

Celeste’s POVI pushed the door open very slowly, my heart pounding hard. Immediately I heard two distinct voices even before they realized I’d come into the room. As soon as they saw me, silence followed. Whatever low, tense voices had been murmuring inside—it was like someone hit a mute button. Damien sat half-upright in the hospital bed, a faint grimace flickering across his face as he shifted. His friend—Rob, I remembered—was by the window, arms crossed, stopping mid-sentence when I entered.My eyes locked with Damien’s, and he seemed taken aback to see me. He certainly wasn’t expecting me. I cleared my throat softly, pretending I hadn’t heard the heated edge in their voices. “How’s… how’s your injury?” I asked.Damien looked at me like I was a ghost. “I thought you didn’t come to the hospital…” he said, the emotion in his eyes so raw and unguarded that I couldn’t bring myself to say anything that might upset him.“I came with the ambulance,” I said softly. “But your team was a

Celeste’s POV“Celeste.”His voice stopped me cold.I stood there, hand still on the door, fingers tightening just slightly. My heart thudded painfully against my ribs.“Please,” Damien said, quieter this time. “I’m not… trying to use any of this to manipulate you… Please don’t think that I’m being kind to you and helping you out just because I want to take control of you in some way.”I drew in a shaky breath, eyes slipping shut for a moment.“You don’t need to keep facing me like I’m some trap waiting to snap shut.” His voice cracked just faintly, but enough to make something twist inside me. “I’m not asking for anything. I just… I just want to make amends.”Slowly, guiltily, I turned.He sat there on the hospital bed, bandaged, pale, self-deprecating in a way I had never seen before. Not the fierce, untouchable Damien Vaughn who had once towered over everything in my life. Not the man who ruled boardrooms and had people scrambling to please him.No—this was someone raw. Someone a l