All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Celeste’s POVI put a smile on my face and greet them, the way I always did with potential clients.But the moment Isadora saw me, her smile evaporated.Her lips tightened as if she'd bitten into something sour. I saw it all in one blink—the recognition, the shock, the disbelief. Perhaps it never crossed her mind that I could be capable of this—that the girl she used to dismiss and belittle could one day own a name worth whispering about in upper circles. She had spent so long underestimating me, she probably assumed I’d crawled away quietly after the scandal.Her brow lifted slightly, her tone dipped with something resembling confusion. "You? What are you doing here?"I smiled thinly. "Working."She relaxed a little, clearly assuming I was a retail assistant."Oh," she said with feigned pleasantness. "So you’re an employee here. Good thing they took you in despite your reputation.”"No," I said. My smile didn’t waver. "I own it."Isadora's painted-on smile cracked like a cheap mask

Damien’s POVI arrived home late, the weight of a ten-hour client negotiation still sitting squarely between my shoulders. All I wanted was a drink, a moment of silence—maybe a hot shower to rinse off the day.Instead, I stepped into the noise."The nerve of that girl! Acting like she owns the world just because she has a few designs hanging on racks! That boutique isn’t even that impressive. It's all talk!"My mother’s voice rang through the hallway, sharp and bitter. I slowed down mid-step, frowning. She was in the sitting room. And she wasn’t alone.Genevieve was seated beside her, legs crossed neatly, nodding along with a glass of red wine in her hand. She didn’t speak, but the way she leaned in, eyes lit with interest, made it clear she was encouraging every word.My mother looked up the second I stepped in. Her eyes brightened."Damien, finally! You need to talk some sense into that ridiculous woman—"She launched into her tirade without so much as a pause, not noticing how my j

Damien's POV"Celeste, what do you mean by that?" My voice shook with an emotion I couldn’t even name.Celeste narrowed her eyes. I took a deep breath. "About that video—I admit, I acted impulsively. But didn’t you betray me first?" The words were hard to get out, each one slicing open something raw.But I didn’t stop. “I really thought you cared about me. But what happened? You slept with another man." My throat tightened. "You could’ve lied to me for money, fine—but why for him? Was I really that bad to you?""Aha." Celeste let out a cold laugh."This is exactly it. You’re always stuck in your own delusions," she snapped. "You never see the truth unless someone shoves it in your face.""Then what was I supposed to do?!" I snapped back, finally losing it."And there it is," Celeste said suddenly, her anger gone. Her voice turned flat, almost lifeless. "You still think I’m the manipulative one. The whore.""You don’t feel guilty. You just want to make yourself feel better." Her tone

Genevieve’s POVWhen I came to pick up my brother, Michael, I was the image of sweetness and grace—the picture-perfect daughter.I immediately spotted him outside the gates of his massive hilltop estate, so I quickly plastered a bright smile on my face. "Michael!" I called out, waving both hands."Genevieve," he said with a warm smile, pulling me into a hug the moment I reached him.I clung to his arm with all the practiced sweetness I’d learned to wield. "It’s so good to see you!” Then I feigned concern. “You look tired. I’m sorry you had to have bothered you.""Don’t be ridiculous. I’m always happy to see you and to help you in any way."God, he really was the perfect older brother. Doting, loyal, and blinded.“Come inside for a while,” he invited warmly. “The house has missed you.”A servant greeted us just beyond the entrance, bowing slightly. "Miss Genevieve, welcome back. Shall I prepare your usual jasmine tea?""Yes, please, Henry," I said. I loved being adored like this—dote

Celeste’s POVAfter the loud slap, the room fell into complete silence.Genevieve stood frozen.Then the pain bloomed in, and she let out a shriek of anguish.“You hit me!” she cried out, staggering backward.Oh, yes, I did. It felt good, really.Even with the man’s hand gripping my wrist, trying to stop me, I’d twisted free just enough to land the slap. The man who had stopped my hand earlier quickly caught her before she could fall.“What is wrong with you?!” Genevieve gasped, clutching her cheek. “How dare you—even when he tried to stop you!”As the man gently cupped her face to examine the swelling, she knocked his hat askew—and that’s when I saw him clearly for the first time.The shadows lifted. No more brim to hide behind.His expression had hardened, fury simmering just beneath the surface. His jaw clenched so tightly I could almost hear the grind of his teeth.My breath caught. That face.There was something about him—something deeply familiar. But I had no time to dwell on