WANTING MY BILLIONAIRE EX-WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Chapter 111The car moved fast. The engine roared. Ximena held on tight. Her heart was beating too fast.Miguel sat beside her. His eyes scanned the road. He didn’t speak. His hand rested near his gun. Every shadow on the street made him tense.Behind them, the black SUVs were not giving up. Their headlights glowed in the rearview mirror. The tires splashed water from puddles.“Hold on,” Miguel said. His voice was calm, but Ximena felt the tension.The driver turned sharply into a narrow street. The tires screeched. Ximena’s body hit the door. She gritted her teeth. Pain shot through her shoulder.“Are they still following?” she asked.Miguel looked behind them. “Yes. They won’t stop.”The streets were wet and dark. Trash bins leaned against the walls. Neon signs flickered above closed shops. Every corner could hide someone. Ximena felt trapped.Another SUV appeared from a side road. Its engine growled. The driver pressed harder on the gas. The car bounced over potholes. Ximena’s stom

Carlos pushed the office door open. The air inside was warm from the small heater, and papers were stacked neatly on the desk. Victoria was already there, sitting behind her chair. She looked calm, almost too calm, like nothing in the world could bother her.“They got away,” Carlos said, keeping his voice low. “The chase failed.”Victoria didn’t move. She leaned back, crossed her legs, and fixed him with a sharp gaze. “Explain,” she said. “I want every detail.”Carlos took a deep breath. “We covered every main street. Our men blocked exits. All cars were ready. But… they used a helicopter. They escaped before we could stop them. Miguel moved fast, and Ximena… she didn’t panic at all.”Victoria’s eyes narrowed. She tapped her fingers on the desk slowly. “So, they think they are safe,” she said. “They think they can hide. Good.” Her voice was smooth, but it carried a warning. “We don’t care about what they think. They are still in our reach.”Carlos frowned. “They are strong. They could

The night was quiet outside the warehouse. Cars passed slowly in the distance. Streetlights flickered, throwing shadows across the walls. Carlos and Tania walked to their car. The engine started with a low growl. The air was damp. The smell of salt from the nearby docks mixed with oil and wet concrete.Carlos slid into the driver’s seat. Tania was already there. She adjusted the seat slightly, then leaned back, folding her arms. Carlos’s eyes kept darting to her. He noticed the calm in her movements. She had control. She was in charge now, just as Victoria had said.He pressed his hands on the steering wheel. He felt his jaw tighten. Every muscle in his body was tense. He wanted to speak, to argue, to take charge. But he could not. He had to follow her orders. Not yet. Not while Victoria watched. He would wait for his moment.Tania broke the silence first. “We need to check the first location,” she said, pointing to the map. “Miguel’s men store supplies there. If we cut that, we weake

Ximena sat on the edge of the couch, her hands pressed against her knees. Her chest rose and fell in fast breaths, but she tried to hide it. Her voice broke the silence first.“We were lucky to escape,” she said softly. Her eyes stayed on the floor, as if she could still see the danger there.Miguel leaned against the wall, his arms crossed tight. His shirt had dust on it, and there was a thin line of blood on his cheek where glass had cut him. He did not answer right away. He was still replaying the chase in his mind.Finally, he looked at her. “Lucky, yes. But luck runs out, Ximena. We cannot depend on it.” His voice was low, heavy, almost like a warning.Ximena raised her head. Her eyes met his, and she nodded. She knew he was right. “It was Carlos again. He will not stop.”Miguel walked across the room and sat in front of her. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands pressed together. “I keep thinking,” he said slowly, “Carlos is not clever enough for all this. He fights hard, ye

Miguel left the casino later that night, his mind heavy with thoughts. The meeting with Victoria had stayed in his head like a shadow that refused to leave. She was beautiful, confident, and mysterious. There was something about her smile. It had looked soft, but he had felt something sharp behind it, like a knife hiding under silk.He walked through the busy streets, ignoring the bright lights and music around him. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he did not pick it up. He wanted silence. He wanted space to think.“Why did I talk to her for so long?” he whispered under his breath.He replayed their conversation in his head. It had sounded normal. She had laughed at his jokes. She had asked questions, nothing strange. But now, thinking back, Miguel remembered her eyes. They were calm, too calm, like someone who was used to hiding secrets.Miguel reached his car and sat inside. He gripped the steering wheel and closed his eyes. He could not shake the feeling that he had missed somet