All Chapters of WANTING MY BILLIONAIRE EX-WIFE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ximena stepped out of her black car into the soft golden glow of the evening lights. The grand hotel hosting the exclusive industry event shimmered under the moonlight, filled with Mexico City’s most powerful executives, designers, and investors.Flashes went off the moment she arrived—paparazzi hadn’t been invited, but they always found a way.She ignored the noise, chin high, her cream silk dress hugging her figure. It didn’t matter that the media storm was still burning outside. She wasn’t going to hide.Inside the ballroom, conversations hummed like bees in a hive. Waiters floated past with flutes of champagne and hors d’oeuvres. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and secrets.“Miss Antonio,” someone greeted her, smiling politely. “Didn’t think you’d show tonight.”She returned the smile with practised ease. “And miss all the whispers? Never.”She moved through the room like a queen, shoulders back, her presence magnetic. But it wasn’t long before someone stopped her in her

Ximena didn’t wait.The next morning, she drove straight to her father’s estate. The sun had barely risen, but her thoughts hadn’t let her sleep. Her fingers clutched the photo and the letter as the car pulled up to the familiar gates.The housekeeper opened the door. “He’s in the study,” she whispered, sensing the storm in Ximena’s eyes.Ximena didn’t knock. She pushed the door open.Her father looked up from his desk, surprised. “Ximena?”She tossed the photograph onto the wood surface.The black-and-white image of a smiling young woman stared up at him.And then the folded letter landed beside it.“Camila Antonio,” Ximena said sharply. “Tell me the truth.”Mr Antonio’s face went pale.“I don’t know what this is—”“Don’t lie to me,” she snapped, slamming her hand on the desk. “She was your niece. She died. And you erased her.”Her father stood slowly. “Camila’s death was… tragic. But it wasn’t my doing.”“She was going to expose something. That’s what this letter says. That’s why sh

Ximena stepped off the small jet into the warm air of Monterrey. The coordinates from Camila’s final letter had led her here—far from the city, far from the spotlight.She wasn’t sure what she would find.The car waiting for her took her through quiet streets until they stopped in front of a modest, older building. A brass plaque read:**Gutiérrez & Morales – Legal Advisors.**Inside, an elderly receptionist looked up and gave her a small smile.“Miss Antonio?” the woman asked.Ximena nodded, her heart pounding.The woman pulled open a drawer and handed over a small, rusted key and a sealed white envelope. It was marked in neat handwriting:**For X.A. only.**Ximena took it with both hands.A few minutes later, inside a private room in the back of the law firm, a safety deposit box was slid onto the table in front of her.She used the key. It clicked open with a soft snap.Inside, wrapped in a velvet cloth, were several items.A folder filled with old legal documents.A small, leather

The envelope lay on Ximena’s desk like a loaded weapon.Its golden seal shimmered beneath the morning light seeping through her office windows. She hadn’t touched her coffee. She hadn’t moved since her assistant set the envelope down thirty minutes ago.She stared at it, letting the weight of it press into her chest.Finally, she peeled it open with a letter opener and unfolded the contents.The letterhead bore the official crest of Antonio Enterprises’ legal board.**SUBJECT: Special Hearing Regarding Claim to Antonio Group Shares – Petitioner: Isabela Reyes.****Claim basis: Direct biological lineage to the late Camila Antonio and documentation of a previously undisclosed will.**Ximena’s pulse picked up speed.She barely heard the knock before Rafael entered the office.“Did you get it?” he asked. His voice was low, guarded.Ximena nodded once, her expression unreadable. She handed him the letter without a word.Rafael scanned the document, then exhaled sharply. “They’re actually d

Miguel sat alone in his study, the glow of the screencasting a cold light on his face.The video had gone viral.Ximena and Tania’s on-air fight was playing for the third time. He watched Ximena stand her ground, eyes blazing, voice sharp, unfazed by Tania’s tantrum. The world called it iconic. He called it a storm.She was different now.Sharper. Louder. More dangerous.“She’s untouchable,” he muttered, almost with admiration… almost with regret.He paused just as she leaned forward into the camera and declared, *“That’s why I keep winning.”*Pride swelled in his chest—and fury followed it.He had known she was strong.He just didn’t know she could become this.Miguel sighed, then glanced at his phone.A new message lit the screen—his investigator had just uploaded a file.**Subject: Isabela Reyes. Background Summary.**He opened it quickly, skimming line after line—basic education records, early employment, financial notes…Then one small detail stopped him cold.**A single transfer