A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

Celeste’s POVThe music pulsed beneath my feet like a second heartbeat as I stepped into Crave Bar. Dim lighting, neon glows, chatter and laughter overlapping in a chaotic way, instantly making me a bit heady. But I’m here for an important reason, I reminded myself silently as I made my way through the crowd. My gaze swept through the place, half-expecting Genevieve to jump out at me. But she was nowhere in sight. God. How many lives does this woman have? I can’t believe she could still be alive! That she’d planned all that to escape prison!I swallowed hard, eyes narrowing as I scanned the booths, the bar, the shadowy corners where someone like her could slink in unnoticed.Officer Kessler had messaged me just hours ago. Said he had more to tell me. Said she’d been spotted here more than once—and that I should see the place for myself. Maybe she’d show up again or we’d find some clue here. A sharp pang of unease twisted in my gut, but I straightened my back. I really didn’t know

Celeste’s POV“Are you serious right now?” I shot back, stepping forward instinctively.Amaya flinched. “Stay away from me!”I froze mid-step. “I warned you not to go with that man! I literally tried to stop you! Genevieve is the one who—”“Ah, of course! Perfect cover!” she snapped, tears streaming down her battered face. “You knew what was about to happen so you pretended you were stopping me! That way you could look like the hero when it all went down!”“Are you listening to yourself?” I hissed, then turned toward Kessler. “Officer, you saw—tell them!”Kessler raised both palms, still keeping one eye on the now-cuffed man. “Everyone needs to calm down. We’ll get official statements from all parties involved.”Amaya let out a shaky laugh—mocking, almost wild. “Of course. Statements. Sure. Go ahead. But don’t pretend this woman isn’t knee-deep in this mess.” She swung a shaking arm toward me. “She knows that informant! She’s working with her!”“She doesn’t know what she’s saying,” I

Damien’s POVThe doctor said I was healing faster than expected.Not because I was being cooperative—far from it. I’d practically fought my way out of that hospital bed the second I could breathe without clutching my ribs.“You’re stubborn,” he told me, shaking his head as he checked the scar along my chest. “But lucky. Keep pushing like that and you’ll be upright in no time.”I nodded absently, not really listening.Because of luck? That was debatable.I hadn’t heard from Celeste.Not one word. Not a call. Not a damn reply to the messages I kept sending.I knew what that meant. She was really done this time. I just couldn’t accept it. Sighing, I thought about that last incident when she’d overheard me talking to Leighton. Honestly, I couldn’t blame her. After everything she’d been through—everything she’d seen—I’d probably walk away from me too.Still, it didn’t stop the ache that spread through my chest. And it had nothing to do with my injury. I sat down slowly on the edge of the

Celeste’s POVMy cheek stung.But that wasn’t what shattered me.It was the final, brutal confirmation that everything I’d ever hoped for—dreamed of—was nothing but a cruel lie.I stood there, frozen, one hand slowly rising to cover the spot where her hand had landed. The sharp pain was nothing compared to the hollowness that opened up inside me. A bottomless pit where longing used to live. My throat tightened.I’d spent years imagining what it would be like to find my parents again. How it would feel to be embraced, wanted, loved. But here I was—slapped across the face by the woman who gave birth to me. And for what?For daring to stand against the criminal she’d replaced me with?Viv looked horrified now, her expression contorted in a mix of guilt and rage like she wasn’t sure which one she wanted to lean into. Her lips parted, but no words came.Nathaniel quickly stepped forward, looking pale. “Celeste, she didn’t mean to—she’s not well, the doctors said she shouldn’t even be out o

Celeste’s POVIn the sudden blinding glare from the hallway, a shadow burst through the doorway—broad-shouldered, wild-eyed, fury radiating from every inch of him.It’s Damien! “Get your fucking hands off her!” he bellowed, voice thunderous.His fist connected with a sickening crack, sending the bastard flying backward, crashing into the corner of the room. A chair tipped over. Something metal clattered to the floor.I gasped, crawling backward into the corner as shock and relief crashed into me all at once. My limbs were trembling, still numb from the drug, but my heart pounded wildly at the sight.Damien didn’t stop. He grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him against the floor before climbing on top and unleashing a barrage of blows. “You think you can touch her?!” he growled, his voice hoarse with rage. “Over my dead body, you fucking asshole!”Each punch landed with brutal force. The man barely had time to raise his arms. His nose was shattered. His lip burst open.“Damien,