All Chapters of Ex-husband's Regrets; Marry A Top Billionaire After Divorce : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Amelia lay stretched out on the bed, naked, her body draped only in soft, white sheets as she moved with slow, seductive grace, a self-satisfied smirk curling up on her lips.The darkness outside the hotel window matched her mood perfectly as she let her mind wander to what she imagined was happening to her stepsister, Julia.She could practically see it—Julia beaten, injured, possibly raped, broken, erased from their lives forever. Killed in the loneliness and darkness of the night.She and her friend, Nadia, had made sure of it. They had sent huge men to "take care of things" a few nights ago, ensuring Julia would be wiped off the face of the earth. Yet, something nagged at her.Why hadn’t there been an announcement about Julia's death? After all, she was now married to Caspian Michaelson... Why hadn’t she heard any news?“Or did he drop her just as always?” she murmured, her eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction as she slowly bit her lower lip.If there was anything she desired

Logan stood before Julia’s gate in a disheveled, pitiful state. His face was smeared with blood from a bar fight earlier that night; bruises darkened his jawline and left cheek, and his clothes were torn, exposing a shoulder scraped raw.He swayed slightly, struggling to keep his balance, his eyes glassy from drink and desperation.“Julia!” he shouted, his voice hoarse and breaking. He pounded on the iron gate with every ounce of his remaining strength. “Julia, please!”The quiet estate, where residents were accustomed to peaceful nights, was now disturbed by Logan’s wailing.Lights flickered on in nearby windows as neighbors awoke to the sound of Logan’s voice echoing in the silence.Murmurs of annoyance turned into complaints, and soon enough, a few neighbors gathered at their windows, watching him with irritation.“Hey!” one voice shouted from a window. “Some of us are trying to sleep! Get lost!”Another joined in, “Go home! You’re making a fool of yourself!”Logan didn’t even glan

Sandra entered the company building the next morning, feeling a mix of relief and slight nerves.She had only been gone for a few days after the incident—an unexpected ambush just a few steps away from the office.She could still feel the adrenaline whenever she thought about it, and her hand reflexively reached to touch her shoulder, where the bruise had finally begun to fade.Yet, coming back today, she felt a wave of warmth. Her colleagues greeted her with beaming smiles, claps on the shoulder, and nods of approval.Even the receptionists, who barely looked up most days, smiled as she walked by.As she neared her department, Sandra spotted Julia standing by the door to her office, grinning widely.Julia, her best friend, had been a great help throughout her stay at the hospital.“Julia!” Sandra called out with excitement. Without hesitation, she opened her arms, and Julia rushed forward, wrapping her in a warm embrace.“Oh, thank goodness you’re back,” Julia said, her voice muffled

The door slammed against the wall with a shudder as Caspian forced it open, stepping into the Steeles' house with a glare that made Amelia's stomach twist.She’d been hoping to shut him out, to avoid any discussion with him. But now that he was standing there, his eyes cold and unyielding, she realized it was too late."Well, I have something to say to you," Caspian growled, his voice dripping with menace. "And guess what? It’s about the child you’re carrying for a stranger."Amelia’s heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. Her hand, which had been pushing against the door, suddenly went limp, and she let it fall to her side.She froze, paralyzed by shock. How could he know? She’d been so careful, so meticulous in keeping her secret buried deep.For a fleeting second, she clung to the hope that he wasn’t certain, that he was bluffing. But the smirk on his face told her he was certain—deadly certain.Beside Caspian, Dominic stood silent, his expression unreadable. Caspian turne

Amelia sat alone in her room, her eyes fixed on the clock ticking on the wall, each second dragging by, drawing her closer to the perfect moment.She had rehearsed her plan repeatedly, the details etched firmly in her mind. Her goal was simple: to get close to Julia and strike when Julia least expected it.This time, Amelia wouldn’t rely on hired help or anyone else; she would handle things herself.What the three bulky men had failed to accomplish, she would take care of with ease within seconds of being with Julia.After all, who else knew Julia’s weaknesses as well as she did?As she focused intently on the clock, the door creaked open, and Logan stepped in, his gaze falling on her as she continued to stare, unblinking, at the clock.He didn’t want to care, but it was alarming how she stared at it, almost like she was insane. At first, he thought she might be ignoring him after he’d gone to the Michaelson estate to beg Julia, only to find she had already moved out.But now, seeing