All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

Celeste’s POVThe blades above us chopped the air in harsh, rhythmic crescents. The helicopter lifted from the cliffside clearing, wind ripping through the palm leaves as the ground slowly fell away. The ocean spread beneath us — endless blue, bright and cold and terrifying all at once.I watched the island grow smaller, swallowed by distance. Just days ago, I’d been fighting for breath under a bruised sky and crashing water. Now I was strapped into a leather seat, wrapped in a blanket, my leg braced. The world made no sense.Theo sat across from me, headset on, gaze steady and fixed on me rather than the horizon. His expression was calm, but I could see the tension in the way he held himself — in the set of his shoulders, in the way his hand flexed once, slowly, before settling in his lap.“You don’t have to hover,” I said softly, adjusting the blanket. “I feel fine.”His eyes softened, but he didn’t smile. “You say that now. But your body’s been through trauma. You could still go i

Nico’s POVThe pounding on the door came before the sun did.Bang. Bang. Bang.“Up,” Martha’s voice barked from the other side. “Five minutes. Don’t make me come in there.”I groaned into the pillow. My entire body felt like it had been run over by a tractor. And considering this was a ranch, that felt dangerously literal.“Five minutes,” I muttered to myself, rolling onto my back. “Five minutes to remember why I haven’t thrown myself into the nearest river.”My hands were a mess — blisters along my palms, raw skin at the base of my thumb. My spine ached in places I didn’t know existed. Apparently, when you go from casinos and penthouses to mucking stalls and hauling feed, your body has opinions.I dragged myself upright, every movement a complaint, and splashed cold water on my face. No mirror needed — I already knew I looked like hell.When I stepped outside, the early light was barely brushing the tops of the pines. The air was sharp, smelling like wet grass and horses. Pretty, sur

Damien’s POVI must have fallen asleep sometime near dawn.The fire in the study had burned down to embers, leaving only that soft, dying glow across the stone floor. The house was quiet — too quiet — the kind that presses into your chest like weight. My neck ached from sleeping upright, and my coat was still draped over the back of the chair, untouched.I blinked slowly, staring at nothing.Then my phone rang.A sharp vibration against the wooden table — too loud in the silence.An unknown number.For a full second, I didn’t move. I’d gotten too many of those recently — reporters, dead ends, people guessing at hope they didn’t actually have.My hand hovered over the screen.It rang again.And something in me — the part that refused to die — answered.“…Hello?”For a moment, I heard nothing but faint air movement on the other end. A hallway. Footsteps. The distant murmur of nurses.Then—“Damien?”My heart stopped.The world stopped.“Celeste!” I responded. It came out broken, raw, s

Celeste’s POVFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe.The woman’s voice, the baby’s crying, the look on Theo’s face — everything blurred together until the room tilted slightly, like I was falling even though I was just lying there on the bed, staying still. That’s his baby. Theo’s baby.My fingers curled weakly over the blanket, my pulse thudding in my ears. Suddenly, I was sitting up in bed, not caring about any of the physical pain I was feeling. He took one slow step toward me, guilt written all over his face, his hand hovering like he wanted to reach for me but didn’t dare.“Celeste—” he began softly, his voice frayed.“Who is she?” I asked, before I could stop myself. My tone wasn’t angry, just… tired. Like I already knew the answer but needed to hear it anyway.“Your wife?”Theo shook his head quickly. “No. No, she’s not— it’s not like that. I was going to tell you, but I didn’t expect—”“Didn’t expect we’d see each other again? Didn’t expect me to be alive?” I finished for hi

Damien’s POV“Room 412,” the nurse said, pointing down the corridor. “End of the hall, to your right.”“Thanks,” I muttered, already walking. Every step echoed against the linoleum floors, a hollow rhythm that matched the pounding in my head.I was trying not to think. Not about the chaos waiting for me in the States. None of it mattered right now.The hallway bent to the right, and there it was. Room 412.The door was slightly ajar, a thin sliver of light spilling across the floor. I was about to knock when her voice stopped me.“Theo… why are you back so fast? And how’s the baby?”My hand froze on the handle.Theo’s voice came next — lower, calmer, but edged with frustration. “The baby’s fine. Joanne’s staying at the hotel for now. I told her I needed to see you and talk to you again.”Silence followed. Then Theo spoke again. “Please, Celeste. I know you’re furious, but you just won’t show it. I just want you to understand why it happened, and how sorry I am…” “Theo, I already tol