All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

Genevieve’s POVI didn’t know if it had been two or three days that had passed, because Lucien controlled the light, the food, and my freedom like he controlled the air I breathed.And after I found his shrine—the photos, the scraps, the obsession—I could feel the shift inside him.His moods no longer shifted. They snapped.One moment he’d brush my hair back gently, whispering, “You’re safe with me.” The next, he’d shove me back onto the bed because I asked too many questions.Today, he withheld food. Just… didn’t bring any. As if punishing me without saying it aloud.My stomach growled painfully, twisting in on itself. But I fought the weakness.I needed clarity and strength. I needed to survive long enough to escape.Lucien entered the cabin without warning, dropping a bundle of firewood so hard the logs scattered across the floor. His chest rose and fell with a barely contained fury.I stayed still on the cot, back straight, expression soft—like I’d learned to do.“Is something wro

Damien’s POVBy the time I walked down the executive hallway that morning, everyone was already pretending not to watch me. No one greeted me anymore. No wide-eyed “Sir, welcome back!”Now they only lowered their voices and straightened in their seats, as if my presence alone reminded them to panic quietly.Fine by me.It had been days since I came back from France.Days of fixing fires I didn’t start. Days of twelve-hour meetings, nonstop calls, and quiet calculations of how much damage my father had caused while I was gone. Just because of his favorite son Levi. God. What a mess. I had long stopped caring about what he thought of me. But when his actions and decisions affected the company I’d worked my ass off for, that was a whole different story. As I passed the glass panels of the strategy wing, I thought back to my first day home—when I had walked straight from the airport to the office, exhausted but very alert. Mark had immediately dragged me into a private meeting, dark

Alain’s POVI talked to her in my head the way drowning men pray.Celeste… please be okay. Please be alive.I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.The words looped through me like a pulse I couldn’t shut off.I had tried many times not to think of her too much, but my mind always snapped back to her. Especially to those last moments we were together in that car. And now I didn’t even know if she was breathing.I shoved my hand against a rough tree trunk, grounding myself, sucking in a shaky breath.“This is stupid,” I muttered to myself. “She’s out there. Somewhere. You don’t get to fall apart.”Henri had asked me to gather logs before the storm hit. Said it’d distract me. I wasn’t sure about that. But I still found myself wandering deeper into the forest, picking up fallen branches, stacking them under one arm.The sky above was changing—bruised purple bleeding into gray. The wind tasted like rain. The trees whispered warnings as their leaves shuddered.A storm was coming.I could feel it in

Celeste’s POV“Hold that straight,” Margaux said, tugging the edge of the fabric like it personally offended her. “If this hem ends up crooked, I’ll blame you forever.”I laughed softly and steadied the material. “It’s straight. You’re just dramatic.”She shot me a look over her glasses. “Dramatic people create good fashion.”“Right. And humble ones keep the business alive.”She snorted. “That would be you then.”We were knee-deep in the last batch of pieces for the Contrast Collection—reversible jackets, functional skirts, utility bags. Colette’s café was already promoting the upcoming showcase. Everything was finally moving forward, and for once, the weight on my chest felt lighter.My phone buzzed against the table.Margaux didn’t even look up. “If that’s Colette asking for another teaser photo, tell her she’s getting nothing until I finish this damn seam.”“It’s not her,” I said, wiping my hands on my apron before checking the screen.Damien.My lips betrayed me by smiling.He usu

Celeste’s POV“Try this one,” Viv said, holding up a dress in the softest shade of rose. “The cut is perfect for you.”I blinked at her, half-expecting her to take it back or laugh like it was a joke. But she didn’t.She actually meant it.This whole… day felt unreal.Shopping? Manicure appointments? Coffee and pastries in between?With my biological mother? I must be dreaming.It was like stepping into someone else’s life. I reached out and touched the fabric of the dress. “It’s beautiful.”“Good,” Viv said with a smile. “I think it’ll look fantastic on you. Let me buy it for you.”“Oh, no. That’s fine. I can pay for it.” “Oh, please, Celeste,” she argued gently. “Let me. I wasn’t around for you in your younger days, so just… let me do this…” She looked so vulnerable. How could I say no to that? So I nodded and smiled. “Thanks so much.” We were in a tiny boutique tucked into one of the narrow streets of Provence, sunlight spilling in through the window, dust motes dancing lazily