Lahat ng Kabanata ng Revenge of Billionaire's Ex-Wife: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

“No breakfast for lazy people!”Evelyn’s voice echoed through the dining room as her hand swiftly snatched the plate of toast away from Moreen.“Mommy!” Moreen exclaimed in shock, her face flushing with restrained anger. “You’re so stingy. Give it back! I’m hungry too.”“Don’t be insolent, Moreen!” Evelyn sneered, her eyes filled with hatred. “I made this toast especially for my son, not for you!”Her tone grew sharper. “A woman like you should know your place. You’re only a guest in this house, so don’t you ever act like the mistress here. If you’re hungry, make your own toast!”Moreen froze for a moment, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, yet her lips stubbornly held back. She refused to cry in front of her mother-in-law.Just as the atmosphere grew heavier, footsteps approached. Axton entered, standing beside the dining table, his gaze shifting between the two women. Old memories came flooding back—he used to watch his mother scold Angelina for defending Moreen. Now, the tables

Axton’s confident stride echoed through the silent room. His gaze was a sharp stab, as if each footfall carried the shadows of defeat that had been gnawing at his soul. Those bitter memories spun back one by one in his mind.The scene of Angelina gracefully taking the chairman’s seat at Almero, seizing the throne that once belonged to him. Then his bankruptcy, when he was powerless watching the business empire he’d built crumble to pieces. And worse still—the accident that left him lying like a living corpse in the hospital, dependent on the mercy of others.All of it piled up, forming a perfect black circle in his chest. Round, whole, and named only vengeance.Axton stopped right in front of Angelina. His breath was heavy, his chest rising and falling, while his hand slowly lifted the dagger he held tight. His eyes no longer showed any trace of mercy, only embers ready to burn everything to ash.“This is the end of your life story, Angelina,” Axton murmured, his voice low and trembli

Hans finally gave in to Angelina’s request. With a cold face but eyes full of questions, he spoke briefly, “All right. If it really has to be now, I’ll take you to Deddy’s house.”Angelina nodded slightly. “Thank you, Hans.” Her voice carried both relief and tension, as though she were preparing herself for something heavy.The journey to Mr. Carlos’s residence passed in silence. Only the hum of the car’s engine filled the air. Hans glanced at Angelina several times, but she kept her gaze fixed outside the window, hiding her unease behind a faint smile.When they arrived at the grand estate, Hans switched off the engine. He turned toward her. “You know, I’ve been curious about what you want to talk to Deddy about.”Angelina swallowed hard, then offered a thin smile. “You’re going to be surprised.”They stepped out together. The moment they entered the living room, a warm greeting embraced them.“Angelina, darling… Why didn’t Hans tell me you were coming? I haven’t prepared anything,”

The black car kept tailing them, its headlights cutting sharply into the rear of Hans’s vehicle, making Angelina feel even more unsafe.“Hans, they’re getting closer!” Angelina cried, clutching the dashboard tightly.Seeing her terrified, Hans couldn’t bear it.Grinding his teeth, he pressed the accelerator harder. The car sped forward, racing through an intersection and onto a road that was growing increasingly deserted. “Don’t worry, Angelina. I won’t let them lay a hand on you.”Angelina glanced over her shoulder. The black car was still there, only a few meters behind. “God… whoever they are, please save us!”“Now listen carefully to me—hold on tight!” Hans jerked the wheel to the right, swerving sharply into a narrow lane. The tires screeched violently, the car nearly skidding off the road.Angelina lurched sideways, her body slamming against the door. “Hans!” she screamed.“Stay calm, love. We’ll make it out!” Hans shot back quickly, his eyes locked on the road ahead. His mind r

“Can’t even finish off a single woman? Useless fools!” Axton’s furious roar echoed through the room. His fist slammed against the table, knocking a glass to the floor, where it shattered into pieces.On the other end of the call, his two subordinates swallowed hard, trembling with fear.“Mr. Axton… that woman wasn’t alone. We were beaten mercilessly by Derox’s only son.”Axton let out a harsh snort. “Cowards! I don’t need to hear your pathetic excuses. Rethink your strategy at once!” He cut off the call roughly, then hurled his phone onto the sofa.Out on the balcony, Axton clenched his fists tight. His chest heaved with restrained fury, emotions boiling beneath his skin.“Why is it so damn difficult to defeat you, Angelina…” he muttered through gritted teeth, his gaze piercing the darkness of the night.“This time, luck was on your side. But mark my words… next time, victory will be mine,” he swore under his breath, voice low but laced with venom. The chill of the night air did nothi