Lahat ng Kabanata ng Second Marriage to the Billionaire: Ex-Husband Begs Me Not to Go: Kabanata 521 - Kabanata 530

Rachel was still fuming from the Williams family’s visit, but underneath the anger was helplessness. Blood ties weren’t something that could be cut so easily.What frustrated her most was not that she couldn’t help Aria—but that her own family kept dragging her down.“Mom, don’t cry,” James said gently. “The Duncans already know what kind of people the Williams family are. Do you really think Archer would’ve gotten this far with Aria without checking all that? Archer’s not the kind of man you can fool. He knows everything.”Rachel blinked through her tears, listening.“They can’t use Aria to get into the Duncans,” James continued firmly. “Even if they try, Archer would never give them the chance. He doesn’t let anyone take advantage of him—every leech that’s tried has been crushed easily. The Williams family won’t stir up anything.”Rachel let out a long, shaky sigh. She wiped at her swollen eyes and muttered, “I hope you’re right. Either way, I’ll never let them use Aria to climb

Sometimes James really thought his mother could be too stubborn for her own good.He never understood why his mother was so taken with Wendy. The girl’s temper and arrogance were infamous, and if it weren’t for the powerful family behind her, people would’ve torn her apart online ages ago.Out of curiosity, James had even sat through a few of Wendy’s streams. There was nothing impressive—just the same spoiled heiress flaunting expensive gifts from her family. Still, he had to admit, she did remind him of his mother a little.Maybe that was it. Maybe his mom saw some reflection of herself in the girl—what her life might have been if the Jackson family hadn’t collapsed. It wasn’t impossible. Wendy did carry the same spoiled, headstrong air Rachel had when she was young.James exhaled quietly, deciding not to dwell on it. If it made his mother happy, let her watch.Rachel, meanwhile, was in her room again, tuned into Wendy’s live stream. She smiled when the girl bragged about how muc

Wendy Luther had a reputation that stretched across every elite circle in the country. Everyone knew her name. She wasn’t just spoiled—she was a menace, a “princess from hell” whose tantrums left wreckage in their wake.How brazen was she? At one high-society gala, she slapped the host’s daughter across the face in front of everyone—simply because they showed up in the same dress. Another time, when a smaller family whispered a few unflattering comments about her, she made sure their company went bankrupt. Their daughter spiraled into depression, nearly taking her own life.This wasn’t naivety. Wendy knew exactly what she was doing. Malice was second nature to her.The Luther bloodline had four children: the eldest, Warren, who inherited the family empire; William, the second son, who turned his back on business to dabble in the arts—though to his credit, he’d actually made a name for himself there; Wendy, the only daughter and the jewel of the family; and the youngest, Wayne, a p

Wendy Luther had always been the most spoiled daughter of the Luther family—and also the one they had to keep the closest eye on, lest she stir up trouble.The moment she slammed her call shut with William, she was already plotting her escape.The family claimed to keep her under strict watch, but which maid or housekeeper ever truly dared to defy her? That afternoon she threw a tantrum, claiming she’d lost her appetite because her favorite TV drama had killed off a beloved character. Nobody thought much of it. Wendy often sulked upstairs, only to come down hungry late at night. This time, though, while everyone assumed she was pouting in her room, she climbed out the window and slipped away.Her ticket had already been booked. She didn’t even bother with much luggage.At the airport, she grew annoyed at the wait. If this were any other day, she’d demand the family jet. When she overheard that the bullet train was faster, she huffed her way into a cab bound for the station.But

During dinner, Aria could tell something was off.She frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, “Archer, you seem distracted. What’s on your mind?”They were close enough now that the question slipped out naturally, yet the sudden seriousness of it filled the room with a tense quiet, as if even the air was holding its breath.Archer pressed his fingers to his temple, looking both weary and resigned.“Wendy Luther showed up,” he said at last, his voice carrying a weight she didn’t quite understand.Aria blinked in surprise. “Wendy Luther? Who is she?” She tilted her head, trying to read his expression. A last name like that could only mean she was related to William Luther, but she had never heard of any other woman tied to Archer.“She’s William’s younger sister,” Archer explained. “And… she’s difficult to deal with.”For Archer to call someone “difficult,” Aria could only imagine how impossible this girl must be.He went on, “Years ago I helped her out, and ever since, she’s b