Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Genevieve’s POVMy pulse skipped. Damien glanced at me once, cool and unreadable. “D-Damien…” I stammered, fear rising in my chest. “I… I didn’t know you were there.” My fingers clenched around my phone, cold sweat prickling at the back of my neck.Were my hands shaking? I curled them tighter to hide it.I forced a small, broken laugh, desperate to fill the awful silence. “Were you… waiting to use the room?”“Yes,” he said with a blank expression. “Didn’t realize you’d be in there so long.”My mouth went dry. I stepped aside quickly. “S-sorry.”I couldn’t tell if he’d heard anything. His face gave nothing away, and that scared me more than if he’d been angry.He walked past me and into the room without another word.But I could feel his gaze trailing after me as I walked away. I didn’t dare look back. ***Damien’s POVI watched her walk away, her steps too quick, too stiff—like she knew I was still standing there. Like she knew I’d heard something.And she was right.I had.Not ever

Damien’s POV"I know she's with someone else," I said quietly, setting my glass down harder than necessary. "But I can’t live without her."The words felt heavy coming out, raw and ugly in my throat. Admitting it made me feel like I was tearing open a wound that had never fully healed.Rob just stared at me.He opened his mouth once like he wanted to say something, then closed it again. Ran a hand down his face. Shook his head in disbelief.Finally, he leaned forward, elbows braced on the table. "You’re serious," he said, as if he still couldn’t believe it.I nodded once.His mouth twitched, like he wanted to curse or laugh or maybe both, but he didn’t. He just sighed heavily, his voice turning more serious than I'd heard it all night."Then you can’t fight her," Rob said. "And you sure as hell can’t fight him either."I frowned. "Then what?""You offer her something she can’t ignore," he said simply. "You figure out what she needs most... and you give it to her."I stared at him, his

Celeste’s POVI called again.Still no answer.The night was growing quieter around me. But all I could hear was the unanswered ringing in my ear. ‘Come on, Theo.’ I whispered in my head. ‘Answer your phone. Where the heck are you?’I tried once more. My fourth attempt. This time, the call finally connected.“Theo?” I breathed out.“Celeste.” His voice came through low, slightly rushed, like he had only just stepped away from something urgent. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to miss your calls.”“Where are you?” I asked, trying—and failing—to hide the concern in my voice. I was certainly relieved to hear him on the other end. There was a brief pause. In the background, I could hear the shuffling of papers and some other people talking in low, hushed voices.“I’ve been asked to go to Switzerland,” he said. “A business negotiation. It came up at the last minute. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone.”I frowned, confused. “Oh! But… I thought you said you were staying in the city this week.”“I

Celeste’s POVDamien stood in front of me like a barrier. Calm, composed… but I could feel the tension radiating off of him.Then he turned his head slightly, his voice low but laced with steel.“Are you hurt?”I blinked, stunned. My mouth parted, but I couldn’t find the words.How did he even know I was here?Before I could ask, he’d already shifted his gaze forward again. No explanation. No time.John’s eyes darted wildly between us. When he saw Damien’s face, he froze. He clearly realized this man wasn’t someone he could intimidate or outrun.He wasn’t getting away today.He was like a rat in a cage it couldn’t escape, with a burst of false bravado. “Y-you better back off!” he barked, voice cracking. “I’ll—I’ll call the cops, you hear me?!”The words tumbled out fast and uneven, more panic than threat.He stared at us, eyes shifting nervously to Damien—wary, like he knew one wrong move might get him hurt. Suddenly, he turned on his heel, desperate to flee.But Damien moved like a s

Celeste’s POV“You’re the murderer?!” I shouted, rage exploding in my chest as I hurled myself at him.My fists were clenched, my vision clouded with anger, and I didn’t care if I looked unhinged—I was ready to tear the truth out of him if he wouldn’t give it willingly.But Damien's arm shot out and caught me around the waist, holding me back. “Let’s hear what he has to say first,” he said, his voice steel wrapped in calm.John looked at us both like a cornered animal.His hands trembled violently. “I—I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!”“You admitted you brought the accelerant,” Damien said darkly. “Start talking.”John crumpled in on himself, shoulders sagging like the burden of it all had finally cracked him open. “It wasn’t mine! I mean—it was, but only because someone gave it to me.”My heart pounded. “What are you talking about?”“My friend,” he said, eyes darting as if hoping someone else would jump in and rescue him. “He works in mechanical repair. Greasy jobs. Dangerous