All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Damien’s POVI took a sharp breath as I stared at my mother in disbelief. Even after all these years, she still managed to take me by surprise. She stood across from me, arms folded, like she’d just handed me a golden strategy. Like she hadn’t just stripped me bare of choice.“You should reach out to Amaya,” she said again, her voice calmer now, almost coaxing. “Invite her for dinner. A few photos together would go a long way. Gregory would see. As long as you can become his son-in-law, he will naturally persuade your father to restore your status as the company heir. I don't need to elaborate on his influence over your father…”I turned my head slowly. “No.”She blinked. “No?”“I said no.” I faced her fully now, my voice quiet but deadly. “I'm not parading around like some trained poodle just to impress my father.”Her expression cracked. “Damien—”“I’ve already taken over the underworld,” I cut in, sharp. “The real empire which I’m now building with Darrow and the others. Remember

Celeste’s POVThe fluorescent lights in the hallway felt colder than they had a few minutes ago. Or maybe it was just me—rattled, confused, and already regretting everything.Damien didn’t say a word as he led me away from the room, one hand lightly pressing against my back. I could still feel the imprint of her fingers on my wrist, still hear the way she cried out Genevieve’s name and not mine. And when she did finally look at me—really see me—it was only to beg for silence. Not love. Not forgiveness.I stared down at the tiled floor as we walked. Maybe coming here had been a mistake.And yet… a small part of me was still wondering what Damien was doing here. He always seemed to show up at the strangest moments. At the exact right moments.But before I could open my mouth to ask, a tall man in scrubs rounded the corner and froze when he saw us.“Mr. Vaughn?” he said, blinking behind wire-rimmed glasses. His expression quickly shifted from surprise to concern.Damien’s jaw tensed. “Dr

Damien’s POVI didn’t move.I figured if I just stayed put and acted disinterested, maybe she’d take the hint and walk the other way. But of course, Leighton was never really one for hints.She strutted straight across the street and plopped down beside me on the bench like she owned the damn thing—like the whole block had been waiting for her grand entrance.“Fancy seeing you here,” she chirped, all gloss and confidence, as if she’d never been a trainwreck before this. I didn’t say anything at first, just glanced toward the café window again.Celeste is still inside.Thank God.“You look like you swallowed a grenade,” Leighton said, nudging my arm. “Relax. I’m not here to blow anything up.”Could’ve fooled me.She pulled off her sunglasses and flashed me a brilliant smile. “I just… wanted to say thank you.”I blinked, caught off guard. “For what?”“For everything,” she said, a little more quietly. “For getting my uncle off my back. For making sure Tommy and the rest of those Black R

Celeste’s POVThe shot burned my throat in the best way possible. Or maybe the worst.I slammed the empty glass on the counter with more force than necessary. The bartender eyed me warily as he wiped the sweat from his temple.“Another?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle.I nodded. “Let’s kill the bottle, Jett-with-two-Ts. Or is it one?”He laughed nervously. “It’s one T, actually.”“Of course it is,” I muttered. “You look like a one-T kind of guy.”He poured the next shot without further questions. Smart man.Because I wasn’t in the mood for questions. Not tonight.Not when my pride had just been flattened by a man I almost forgave.Forgive Damien Sinclair? What the hell was I thinking?I tossed the next shot back like it was water.“Easy there,” someone beside me muttered.I whipped around and stared blearily at a stranger—balding, mid-40s, with the unfortunate face of someone who thought saying things like easy there would help anyone.“You know what’s not easy?” I slurred,

Celeste’s POVMichael stared at me like he wasn’t sure if I was joking or temporarily high on my own bad decisions. I didn’t blame him. I barely recognized myself lately either.I gave him a small, tired smile. “Why not? It’s not like my life here is a masterpiece. I could use a fresh start too.”His eyes widened, and just as I was about to explain what I meant—there was a knock at the door.Three sharp raps.I froze.Michael’s brow furrowed. “Are you expecting someone?”“No,” I said, the word catching in my throat. My eyes narrowed as I stood up and padded toward the door, wondering who it could be. Probably not Theo. I’d repeatedly told him not to check on me until after his important meeting today. I opened the door and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I felt my heart lurch.Damien!He stood there like a ghost from the past, just as striking, just as infuriating, and just as unwelcome. His eyes darted behind me, scanning the room before settling on my face. His jaw was