All Chapters of WANTING MY BILLIONAIRE EX-WIFE: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Miguel was driving them back home now, the weight of the whole incident pressed him hard. They had gone into that building with hope. They thought they would find answers. But they had walked straight into a trap.Ximenna broke the silence. Her voice was shaky.“We were lucky to escape, Miguel. We were fortunate.”Miguel did not take his eyes off the road. His jaw was tight. His anger was burning.“Yes. Lucky. But this is not over,” he said in a low voice. “They planned to kill us. They were ready. That means Carlos is desperate.”Ximenna took a deep breath. “Carlos is not acting alone,” she whispered. “This feels bigger than him.”Miguel nodded slowly. “I know. Someone is helping him. Someone powerful. That’s why we have to find out who it is.”The memory of the attack replayed in Miguel’s head. They had gone inside the house. Everything looked empty at first. The rooms were dark and cold. The furniture was old and covered in dust. It looked like no one had lived there for years. But

Miguel sat in his study, elbows on the table, fingers pressed against his temples. Everything that happened a few hours ago kept playing in his head like a broken film.He had expected trouble. He had prepared for betrayal. But what happened tonight was worse than anything he imagined.The room smelled faintly of whiskey and metal. On the desk, a glass sat untouched, drops of water sliding down its side. Next to it lay his gun—loaded and ready. He hadn’t let go of it since they came back.Through the door, he could hear the low hum of the bedroom heater. Ximenna was inside. Sleeping—or pretending to. She hadn’t spoken a word since they returned. Her silence worried him more than the attack. Ximenna was always fire—bringing light into his dark world with her laughter. Now, the fire was almost gone.Miguel leaned back in his chair and let out a slow breath. His jaw was tight. His chest felt heavy. Anger moved through him like hot steel. He had promised to keep Ximenna safe. He had sworn

Miguel woke up early the next day. He had barely slept. His mind was on Ximenna. He kept replaying everything that happened yesterday—the ambush, the burned house, and Carlos’ name being mentioned by those men. Something was not adding up. He knew Carlos wasn’t working alone. There was someone powerful behind him. Someone who wanted Ximenna at all costs.Miguel walked into the living room. Ximenna was sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to the TV, but she wasn’t watching. Her thoughts were far away. Miguel noticed the way her fingers tapped nervously on her knees.“You didn’t sleep much,” Miguel said softly.She gave him a faint smile. “Neither did you.”He walked closer, sat beside her, and took her hand. “I promised to keep you safe. I won’t fail.”Ximenna looked at him with tired eyes. “It’s not your fault, Miguel. This is bigger than us.”He shook his head. “I don’t care how big it is. I’ll fight them all.”Before she could answer, Miguel’s phone rang. He picked it up quickly.“H

The night air outside the warehouse felt sharp. Miguel stood there, breathing hard.“They were here, Diego,” he said, his voice rough. “They were right here. And we were too late.”Diego leaned against the wall, holding his side where a goon had punched him hard. He shook his head. “This was never about killing you tonight. They wanted to slow us down. They wanted time to move her.”Miguel crushed the paper tighter in his fist. His voice shook.“They’re always one step ahead. Always.”Diego put a hand on his shoulder.“Then we make sure we’re faster next time.”Miguel turned, his eyes burning.“Next time? If they hurt her, Diego—” he stopped, his voice breaking. He looked down, fighting his rage.Diego spoke firmly.“They need her alive, Miguel. If they wanted her dead, we would have found a body. She’s alive. That’s why we still have a chance.”Miguel looked at him. For a moment, hope flickered in his eyes. Then he nodded once.“Alive. I have to believe that.”Inside the speeding car

Victoria slammed the door behind her and threw her phone on the table. Her hands were shaking. She turned to Tania, who stood by the window with her arms crossed.“You lied to me!” Victoria shouted. Her voice broke with anger. “You said everything was under control! Now Carlos is in jail, Miguel has Ximenna back, and we’ve lost everything!”Tania didn’t flinch. She stayed calm, her face unreadable. “You’re panicking,” she said quietly.“Panicking?” Victoria laughed bitterly. “Panicking? We’ve been planning this for years! And you—” She jabbed her finger at Tania. “You let everything fall apart!”“I didn’t let anything fall apart,” Tania said. Her voice was cold. “I warned you not to trust Carlos completely. But you didn’t listen. You were blinded.”“Blinded?” Victoria snapped. “I trusted my family! He’s my blood!”“Exactly,” Tania said. She turned and faced Victoria. “You let your love for your brother make you weak. You kept protecting him. You kept covering for him. And now look whe