All Chapters of A Ruthless Revenge: the Billionaire's Ex Wife Is Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Celeste’s POVThe message was short.[AnonymousUser413: Tomorrow. 11 a.m. Just like we agreed. Come alone. No tricks. No surprises.]I stared at it for a long moment, then typed a brief reply.[Understood.]When I turned around, Damien was still standing there, his jaw clenched with tension, eyes watching me like I was a grenade about to go off.The fight we’d been having just seconds before hung in the air like smoke. But it was over now. Not because anything had been resolved, but because I didn’t have the strength to keep throwing punches at someone who would never understand the depth of what he broke."You should go," I said quietly.His expression tightened. "Celeste—""Please," I added, more firmly this time.There was something in my tone that made him stop arguing. Just like that, he nodded once. Reluctantly. But he nodded."I’ll keep someone watching the building," he said. "Just in case."I didn’t answer.I didn't have it in me to argue anymore.I simply turned back toward

Damien’s POVThe video was already paused in the first frame. My fingers hovered above the keyboard, hesitant.I didn’t want to see it again. But I had to. I needed answers. Just the plain truth.With a deep breath, I pressed play.There it was.My gut twisted the moment I saw her. Celeste. Or the woman who looked exactly like her.Her laugh. Her hair. The angle of her jaw. Even the way she tilted her head when the man whispered something into her ear. It was identical. Painfully identical.And then the kiss. I forced myself not to look away. Not this time.God, it hurt. The same way it had hurt the first time I saw it—like someone had grabbed my lungs and wrung them dry. Especially when they began to touch each other. But I tried to keep my attention on just the woman. Her hair and skin, or at least all the exposed parts in the video. And the way she moved. Shaw had been right. I couldn’t go off instinct. Couldn’t keep believing what I wanted to believe. Maybe there’s something we’

Genevieve’s POV“Creepy, dark, and abandoned,” I muttered, stepping onto the crumbling platform of the train station ruins. “Just perfect for my plan.” I clutched my coat tighter around me, the chill seeping through the fabric.Just then, a movement caught my eye. At the far end of the platform stood a woman in a cleaner's uniform, her posture hunched, face obscured by a tattered cap. Grease and grime stained her clothes, and her hands were hidden in oversized gloves.I approached cautiously, stopping a few feet away. Jordan is a woman? A small smile formed on my lips. Good. I could take this female janitor easily. The stench hit me before I could say a word, though. I instinctively took a half-step back, wrinkling my nose. That was when she looked up, and our eyes met. “Are you Jordan?” I asked in a clipped voice. She nodded slowly, head tilting. “And you’re… AnonymousUser413?”I offered a hesitant smile. “Yeah… I was at the orphanage a long time ago. I heard about the fire and—

Celeste’s POVShe was barely standing, but still clinging to that smug little smirk like it was armor.“So what?” Genevieve said, her voice hoarse but laced with arrogance. “Even if I go to jail, it won’t last. You don’t get it, do you?” Her eyes burned into mine. “The Lancasters don’t let their own rot behind bars. My father, my mother—they’ll bury this so fast, you won’t even find a whisper left. And Michael? He’d burn down the system for me if he had to.”I stared at her, trying to understand the madness wrapped in her certainty.“You really think your family’s going to save you,” I said slowly. “Even after they hear what you’ve done?”Her laugh came sharp and unhinged. “Of course they will. They’ve cleaned up worse for our name. They’ve paid off reporters, shut down investigations, made people disappear. You think a little arson and a dead nobody is going to shake the Lancasters?” She took a shaky breath, but that cruel light in her eyes never wavered. “Michael would never let me

Damien’s POVI stared hard at Genevieve.For a while, the deafening silence took over. Then slowly, I turned my head slightly and gave a nod to the detective waiting just a few paces back—his signal to speak.He stepped forward, calm but firm, holding a slim folder in one hand and a tablet in the other. “As part of the reopened investigation, we uncovered a significant detail regarding the chest birthmark shown in the video,” the detective said, tapping the screen as he addressed the group. Unexpectedly, Genevieve suddenly stopped struggling when the detective mentioned the mark.“At first, it appeared to match Miss Celeste’s known mark. However, upon closer investigation, we discovered that Miss Genevieve had visited an underground tattoo artist a year ago before the footage was released.”He flipped a page in the file and continued, “The artist, who has since confessed, was paid a large sum to replicate this said birthmark on Miss Genevieve’s chest.”Gasps and whispers erupted aro