All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

Celeste’s POVI stared at the flowers like they were some kind of trap.A perfect arrangement sitting in a crystal vase on my dining table. Elegant. Thoughtful. Expensive.And quite infuriating.“They’re gorgeous,” Harper said as she walked by, stealing one of the blooms to sniff dramatically. “Like… stupidly gorgeous. Annoyingly gorgeous.”I groaned, pressing my palms to my eyes. “Don’t remind me.”“Oh, I’m going to,” she said cheerfully. “Because this is the best entertainment I’ve had all week.”I dropped my hands and glared weakly at her. “Harper… Theo sent these.”“Exactly,” she said, plopping into a chair. “Beautiful flowers from a beautiful idiot.”I sighed—loudly. “He has a baby, Harper. A baby. And a woman with him. I don’t even know if she’s his wife or girlfriend or—whatever she is. I don’t know, and I shouldn’t care.”Harper raised a brow. “But?”I stared at the note propped beside the vase, the handwriting I knew too well.“But it bothers me,” I admitted quietly. “That he

Alain’s POVI shouldn’t have been thinking about her.I told myself that a hundred times as I moved through the trees, gathering fallen branches into the crook of my arm. The air was sharp with pine and cold mist, but my thoughts kept drifting—dragging me somewhere else entirely.To her face. To the wild, frantic terror in Genevieve’s eyes when I chanced upon her and that big, scary guy. I’d pretended not to see it. Tried to get it out of my head the past few days… Pretended it didn’t twist something low in my gut and that it wasn’t my damn problem.It shouldn’t be my problem. Not after everything she’d done. Not after the way she’d destroyed Celeste’s life. And certainly not after her lies, her manipulations, her cruelty.She had used me and my sister Soline. Serves her right to be suffering like this. I don’t care how she got in this mess. She deserves it. I kept telling myself that.But every time I blinked, I saw her again. Damn. Nevermind her, I thought. I set the wood down an

Genevieve’s POVHenri had just stuffed a bundle of food into a sack. Alain was checking the door latch for the tenth time. We were seconds away from leaving.That’s when the rattling started.A faint scrape. Then a grunt. Then—BAM!The entire door shuddered in its frame.My blood froze.Another slam, harder this time, splintering wood.Then his voice—deep, furious, shaking the walls:“OPEN UP!”My heart stuttered.“GET OUT HERE, GENEVIEVE!”A savage snarl followed.“FACE ME! YOU’RE MINE!”I stepped closer to the door—not away from it. My hand shook, but I didn’t back down.Alain shot me a sharp look. “Stay behind me.”“I’m not hiding,” I whispered back, raising the knife I’d grabbed. “I’m not letting him drag me anywhere again.”Henri grabbed his old rifle, snapping it open to check the chamber. “Quiet,” he murmured. “We need silence.”We all went still.Lucien slammed his weight into the door again—roaring, cursing, trying to break the latch. The wood groaned but held.Then suddenly

Celeste’s POVLe Jardin Bleu had always been beautiful, but today… it felt magical.Sunlight streamed through the glass ceiling, painting soft gold highlights over Margaux’s sketches and the racks of garments we’d set up around the café. The air held the rich aroma of espresso, butter, and lavender—Colette’s signature combination.I stepped back to admire the setup. “The contrast pieces look even better under this lighting.”Margaux beamed. “Told you. Your design instincts are always spot-on.”Before I could answer, the beaded curtain rustled and Colette herself peeked in—small, elegant, and radiating the kind of energy that made everyone feel like family.“Mes belles créatrices!” she exclaimed, sweeping into the room. “Is everything going well? Do you need anything?”“We’re good,” I said, smiling. “Thank you again for letting us use your space.”Colette waved her hand like she was shooing away a fly. “Nonsense! Talent should be seen. And what you two have created…” She pressed a hand

Nico’s POVI was supposed to be fixing fence boards.Instead, my brain was stuck replaying every damn thing I shouldn’t care about.Sage Keene’s face when Martha said, “He called again. He’s looking for you.” The bitterness in her voice when she answered, “He doesn’t own us anymore.”And that photo in her room. The one turned face-down on her dresser. Sage as a kid, smiling at the camera— and beside her, a man whose face had been scratched out so violently I shouldn’t have seen it. Shouldn’t have been there at all.But now it wouldn’t leave my head.“No wonder she’s built like barbed wire,” I muttered. “Anyone raised by that kind of monster would be.”I kicked a rock on the path, frustration punching through my ribs. Why the hell was I thinking about her this much?I was so buried in my thoughts I almost missed the sound.A soft, miserable whimper.I stopped.Peered over a clump of weeds near the fence. Something shivered.A rabbit. Tiny, scruffy, breathing too fast—its hind leg twis