Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Damien’s POVThe moment the message lit up my screen, a cold knot twisted in my gut.[Nice distraction. We’re in.]I didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just stared at the words like they were a live wire burning through the palm of my hand.Mother was never part of their plan, though—she was mine. My card to play.But someone else had just hijacked my storm.I casually dialed the number of the head of security in the building. “Security. Code Gray. Sweep every floor, especially the exec wing and underground access. Look for infiltration. Silent takedown only. No alarms.”“Okay, sir.”Good. We’d see just how far these bastards planned to get.My gaze drifted back to the boardroom carnage. Isadora was in full wrath-mode now, hair flying, heels clacking like gunshots on marble. She wasn’t just shouting—she was eviscerating every lie Gregory had spun for decades.Someone from Legal stood up and tried to calm her down. Mistake. He earned a fresh scream for his trouble.“You think this is business?

Damien’s POVI was about to turn the corner when a flash of movement caught my eye across the street.Long legs, oversized sunglasses, latte in one hand, phone in the other—Leighton.She didn’t see me right away. She was standing awkwardly in front of a cracked brick wall, talking to her phone like she was live on stream. Her voice was overly chipper, too rehearsed, even for her usual content.“Contrast and chaos,” she said to the camera. “Today’s shoot location has mad urban energy, you guys. Wait till you see this grit—”I stepped out from the shadows. “Leighton?”She froze.Then, slowly, she lowered her phone. “Damien?” she squeaked.I crossed the street fast, boots crunching gravel. “What the hell are you doing here?”“Just—just filming,” she said, flashing that bright influencer smile that only made her look more nervous. “New content series. You know, grunge aesthetic. City vibes. My followers love raw locations like this.”“You film makeup tutorials, Leighton. Designer hauls. S

Harper’s POVMy heart wouldn’t stop pounding.It was ridiculous. Embarrassing. Totally uncalled for.But there I was, pacing across the guest room like a crazy person while Celeste leaned against the doorframe, watching me with that soft, amused look that made everything worse.God, why did she have to be so gentle about it?I spun on my heel, arms flailing. “I’m fine. Just jetlag. You know. Altitude. French oxygen.”“Mmhmm.” Her lips twitched.I groaned and threw myself onto the bed, bouncing slightly from the impact. “Ughhhh.”Celeste sat beside me, warm and calm, and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Whatever you’re feeling… it’s okay. I’m here.”I snorted and pulled a throw pillow over my face. “I’m not feeling anything.”“Sure you’re not.”“I’m not.”A beat.“Admit it,” she said, voice playful now. “You’re jealous.”I peeked out from under the pillow, glaring. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.Celeste grinned wider. “It’s okay, Harper. It’s okay that you’re still in love

Damien’s POVI woke with a skull-splitting ache and the kind of dry mouth that tasted like regret.Sunlight sliced through the room, too bright, too clean. I groaned and squinted, raising a hand to shield my eyes. The sheets beneath me felt like silk—soft, cool, expensive.This wasn’t my room.My heart stuttered.What the hell?I pushed myself up slowly, my head throbbing with each movement. The blanket slipped from my chest… and then it hit me.I was completely naked.A jolt of alarm surged through me.I scanned the room—muted cream walls, minimalistic décor, modern, but not clinical. Not the hospital.A hotel?I reached for the edge of the sheet, tugging it up to cover myself—just as my eyes landed on the figure beside me.Long, wavy hair fanned across a pillow.Bare shoulders.Smooth skin and long legs tangled beneath the crumpled blanket.Shit.My pulse pounded in my throat. I sat frozen, staring, memories scattering like broken glass in my head.I remembered the lounge. The drink

Celeste’s POVI stirred the sugar into my tea, watching it dissolve slowly in the pale amber swirl. Velvet & Vine was quieter than I expected for this hour, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I was grateful.The sunlight poured through the wide glass windows, filtering through the hanging ferns and potted blooms that adorned every inch of the café. It smelled like lemon cake and jasmine tea and a hint of freshly watered soil. It felt like a hug from the universe.I exhaled slowly, trying to push away the strange fog of emotions still clinging to me. The sobbing. The embrace. The way I’d just collapsed into Alain’s arms like he’d been mine to hold.What the hell was that?I shook my head, almost amused at myself. I wasn’t the type to lose it like that. I mean, sure, the past few weeks had been a wrecking ball of emotions, but I’d been holding it together. Or at least pretending well enough.And yet… the way I’d felt when Auntie Eleanor’s fingers moved. The surge of hope. The heartbreak of not