All Chapters of Ex-husband's Regrets; Marry A Top Billionaire After Divorce : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“They are here.” Dominic’s voice was calm yet heavy with warning, shattering the stillness of the room. Caspian turned sharply, his brows knitting into a frown. He was about to ask who “they” were when a loud, crashing noise echoed through the mansion.The third time that night. His jaw tightened. The sound came from the living room downstairs. It was unmistakable now—intruders. Danger. Without hesitation, Caspian moved toward the door, his every step deliberate and resolute. But before he could leave, Julia’s hand shot out, gripping his arm with surprising strength.“You can’t go out there,” she said, her voice trembling but firm. Her wide, pleading eyes searched his face. “I can’t let you. Let’s leave through the back door. Please, Caspian, we need to go.” He paused, looking down at her. She wasn’t just scared; she was terrified. For him. But Caspian’s decision wasn't going to change. Gently but firmly, he pulled his arm free. “I’ll be fine,” he assured her, his voice calm b

Before Caspian could fully grasp the chaos unfolding around him, the deafening crack of a gunshot shattered the air.Ricardo’s hand was steady, his face cold, as the bullet tore through the space between them, its trajectory fixed on Caspian. "Look out!" Dominic’s voice sliced through the tension like a knife. In a desperate move, he lunged forward, slamming into Caspian with all his strength.The push sent them sprawling onto the cold, unforgiving floor, the sound of their collision echoing in the confined space. Caspian landed hard on his injured right arm. A sharp, searing pain shot through him, forcing a guttural cry of agony from his lips.“Argh!” His vision blurred momentarily as he cradled his arm, his breathing ragged and uneven.The wound, barely on its way to healing, throbbed mercilessly, each pulse a cruel reminder of his vulnerability. Dominic scrambled to his knees, his chest heaving as panic set in. The metallic clink of Ricardo’s boots striking the floor grew lou

Immediately, it was dawn, Sandra got up from where she had lain with Liam. He had refused to let her leave the room all night.As she stared at him now, she had a soft smile on her lips, watching him sleep so peacefully. She loved the fact that he was cute and calm now, but as it stood, she needed to get dressed and leave the mansion before Caspian could catch a glimpse of her. She was so scared of him that she wondered most of the time how Julia coped with being with him. With a sigh leaving her lips, she headed for the bathroom. A new cloth was placed for her on the hanger, not by just anyone but by Julia. “She still has me in mind after what she did last night? Silly girl,” Sandra scoffed as she took off her dirty clothes and began to take her bath. It wasn’t long before she was done. She got changed and dashed out of the bathroom. Liam was still fast asleep. He had gone to bed late. Without another word, she grabbed her bag and left the room. She wished to inform Julia of

The second Sandra's scream filled the entire company, Caspian was on high alert. He wasn’t sure what was happening and grew curious. He could also hear the loud footsteps of other workers running towards the right.That was where Julia’s office was located, but he didn’t want to think much about it. Julia was fine this morning; there was definitely no way she’d be in danger now. Right?Just as he was still thinking about what must have happened to make Sandra scream that way, his door was pushed open without a knock, and Dominic barged into the office, panting. He looked more scared than usual.“What’s the matter, Dominic? What has happened?” Caspian questioned, his curiosity on high alert.“It’s your wife, Mr. Caspian… she collapsed, and it isn’t good.”The second Dominic forced the words out of his lips, Caspian didn’t hesitate to storm to his feet forcefully, the chair screeching as it scratched the surface of the floor.He stormed out of his office and headed straight to where Jul

Before Amelia could utter another word, the first crack of the whip sliced through the air and struck her back.A raw, piercing scream tore from her throat, the sound echoing off the cold, stone walls. The pain was sharp, blinding, and immediate, pulling tears from her eyes with just the first lash. But it was only the beginning.The second blow landed harder, and Amelia’s body jolted violently. Her cries grew louder, a mix of agony and fury spilling from her lips as the whip kept tearing into her flesh. The strikes came without mercy, each one igniting fresh waves of unbearable pain.Nadia, who was held tightly by the men, thrashed and kicked, desperate to break free. Her face twisted with terror as she struggled, her voice hoarse from screaming Amelia’s name.But her captors were unyielding, their grip like iron. Every time she lunged, they yanked her back, forcing her to watch the horrific scene unfold.Amelia’s sobs grew louder, her strength failing with every strike. She turned h