All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Harper’s POVThunder ripped through the sky.“No, no, no…” The words kept falling out of my mouth, useless against the wind and rain.I stood at the edge of the coastal road, raincoat clinging to my skin, my hair plastered against my face. The storm had rolled in fast, swallowing the sea in sheets of black and silver. The flashing red and blue lights from the patrol cars turned the world into chaos — shadows running, voices shouting over the roar of the surf.Michael was already talking to one of the officers, his voice sharp, urgent. I barely heard them. My eyes were fixed on the jagged break in the guardrail, the twisted metal where the car had gone through.It didn’t feel real.A local fisherman — soaked to the bone — was describing what he’d seen, his accent thick and voice trembling. “I was mending my nets there,” he pointed toward the rocks, “when I heard tires screeching. And lots of gunshots. The car… it lost control while being chased. It flew right off that bend and went st

Genevieve’s POVMy boots slipped on the slick stones as I sprinted past the empty veranda of Isadora’s beach house, the wind clawing at my coat.I could hear him behind me. “Genevieve!” Damien’s voice tore through the rain. “Stop!”I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. The flash of lightning gave me a glimpse of the ATV parked near the stables—the one Isadora’s men used to patrol the property. My pulse pounded in rhythm with the thunder.The keys bit into my palm where I’d been clutching them. I yanked the cover off the ATV, slid into the seat, my soaked coat tangling around my legs. My fingers were shaking so badly I almost dropped the keys.“Hey, stop right now or I’ll shoot!” His voice was closer now, too close.“Leave me alone, Damien!” I shouted. I jammed the key into the ignition and twisted hard. The engine coughed, sputtered, then roared to life. The headlights cut a pale tunnel through the rain, glinting off the puddles like broken mirrors.“Don’t do this!” Damien shouted, his foo

Nico’s POV“You almost destroyed everything I built.”I looked up from the chair where they’d dumped me, wrists still sore from the zip ties his men had only just removed. My laugh came out thin, hoarse. “Good evening to you too, Nathaniel.”He stood by the window, framed against the gray light spilling in from outside. The mountains were black silhouettes beyond the glass, the clouds curling low over them. I’d forgotten how beautiful this place could look—like the edge of the world pretending to be civilized.“You vanished with company funds,” he said evenly. “Millions. You laundered money through names that could be traced back to me. Do you have any idea what that means?”“Yeah,” I said. “It means I got caught.”Nathaniel turned, and for the first time, I saw it—the fury he was trying to choke down. It was in his jaw, in the measured way he crossed the room. His cuff links gleamed like little weapons.“I built this empire from nothing,” he said. “Do you think I’ll let my own brothe

Damien’s POVThe morning light spilling through the estate windows didn’t warm a damn thing. Everything felt cold, muted—the hallways, the garden, even the people moving quietly from room to room.Michael’s estate had become a war room, but the longer the silence stretched, the more it felt like a mausoleum.I stood by the window of his study, phone pressed to my ear, listening to yet another curt update from one of our contacts. Nothing. Still nothing. Across the room, Michael hung up his own call. The look he gave me said enough. We didn’t have to speak to know we were both circling the same sinking truth.Harper’s voice drifted in from the next room, soft but edged with worry. She was with Auntie Eleanor, trying to get her to take some tea. The older woman had barely slept since the crash, pacing, praying, staring out the window as if Celeste might appear at the gate any minute.I turned back toward Michael. He was leaning over the desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “The polic

Michael’s POVThe sea was rougher than it looked from the shore. The wind bit at our faces as the boat cut across the dark water, bouncing from one wave crest to the next. The salt spray clung to my skin, sharp and cold, but I didn’t mind. Anything was better than sitting still and waiting.Damien stood at the bow, one hand gripping the railing, his jaw set, eyes locked on the horizon. He hadn’t said much since we left the mainland—just gave orders, short and precise, as if speaking too long might make him lose control. Jake was beside him, scanning the sea with a pair of binoculars.Nathaniel was behind me, talking quietly with the local coast guard captain he’d hired to navigate these small islands. His voice carried that calm authority I’d grown up hearing on the news—the tone of a man used to being obeyed—but I could sense the strain beneath it. His daughter was missing, and for all his money and power, he couldn’t buy her back.Harper sat across from me on the narrow bench, her