All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 251 - Chapter 257

Nico’s POVThe phone kept vibrating somewhere on the floor, a faint, persistent buzz beneath the sound of her moans.I didn’t even look at it.Let it ring. Let her wait.Genevieve could scream herself hoarse for all I cared right now — I had better things to do.Soline arched against me, her nails dragging down my back, her breath hot against my ear. My eyes locked with hers as my hands caressed her full, perky breasts. I shoved deeper into her, loving the way we seemed to fit right into each other.The morning light streamed through the blinds, slicing across her bare skin in gold and shadow. Oh, she was beautiful. And definitely amazing in bed. We’d been at it all night. And every time I thought I’d had enough, she pulled me right back in.There was something about her that got under my skin — a kind of hunger that matched mine, only softer around the edges. Genevieve was wild, yes, but she was cold. Every move, every touch from her was a transaction. A reminder that I was only as

Celeste’s POVI sat on the edge of Auntie Eleanor’s bed, smoothing the blanket between my fingers. The lamplight cast a soft gold over the room, touching her silver hair and the small smile that rarely left her face, even when worry lived behind it.“I still can’t believe Alain’s involved in any of this,” she murmured, shaking her head slowly. “He’s such a fine young man. Kind. A good nurse, too.”I forced a faint smile. “He seems to be.”She reached for my hand, her grip surprisingly firm. “And I can see how he cares for you, Celeste. Don’t let one rumor make you doubt that.”I sighed, my gaze drifting to the window where the curtains fluttered with the night breeze. “It’s not just a rumor anymore, Auntie. There are pictures. Evidence.”Eleanor’s brow furrowed. “Even so… people can be misunderstood. I know what I saw in his eyes when he looked at you.”That made my chest tighten. “I don’t know what to believe anymore,” I said quietly. “It’s hard to trust anyone these days.”Auntie El

Nico’s POVThe flicker of the television painted the living room in shades of orange and blue — smoke, fire, twisted metal. A looping clip of Damien Vaughn’s car reduced to ash.I swirled the whiskey in my glass, watching the amber light catch the edges. Perfect symmetry, I thought. A neat end to a messy problem.“It’s done,” I muttered, almost to myself. “The hired man handled it perfectly.”Soline didn’t share my satisfaction. She was pacing near the window, her bare feet whispering against the wooden floor. Every few seconds, her eyes darted to the TV as if the story might suddenly change.“Handled?” she said sharply. “They said he’s still alive.”I leaned back, taking another sip, savoring the burn. “Barely,” I said. Then a smirk crept across my lips. “Well, Genevieve wants to keep him alive so he and Celeste can suffer longer.”I said it casually — like we were discussing the weather. There was even a chuckle buried in my throat.Soline stopped pacing. The look she gave me made m

Genevieve’s POVThe man across the ballroom caught my eye — tall, poised, with a faint burn along his temple. I couldn’t stop looking at him.There was something about the way he carried himself — the deliberate stillness, the quiet arrogance beneath the tailored suit.Very familiar.My stomach tightened.No. Impossible.I leaned slightly forward in my chair, pretending to reach for my glass of wine while my gaze stayed fixed on him through the rim. He was speaking to another man — broader shoulders, clean-cut, alert — but it was the first one who unsettled me.He looked like him.For one absurd second, my breath caught.It’s really Damien. He’d followed me here. But Nico had called barely two hours ago. He’d told me Damien’s car had exploded outside Avignon. That the man was lucky to still be breathing.“He’s alive,” Nico had said, “but barely. She’ll suffer watching him fade.”So no — it couldn’t be him. Not standing there, unscathed, in a black suit under Parisian chandeliers.Sti