All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The smell of fresh coffee and breakfast drifted through the penthouse. “Try it,” he said simply as he fed Isla again.Isla smiled softly. She leaned forward and let him feed her the bite.Warmth spread on her tongue, not just from the food, but from the way Lucian’s eyes lingered on her lips a second too long.Aaric smirked. “Wow. Papa, aren't you being too cute today?”Lucian arched a brow, unfazed. “I’m just making sure your mother eats properly. She has a tendency to skip breakfast.”Isla felt the flush rise on her cheeks. He wasn’t wrong. But the tenderness in the act, the casual intimacy of him feeding her like it was something he had the right to do. It rattled her more than she wanted to admit.***Aaric ate happily, swinging his little legs under the table, completely unaware of the tension simmering between his parents. Lucian cut tiny pieces of pancake for him, watching Isla out of the corner of his eye as she sat opposite, towel still draped over her damp hair.She didn’t

The ballroom glimmered like a jewel box with golden chandeliers suspended above, their crystals scattering light across polished marble floors. Waiters drifted through the crowd with trays of champagne, while cameras flashed discreetly at the entrance, capturing every arrival for society pages and glossy magazines.Isla Montgomery was a vision tonight.She was draped in midnight silk that clung to her figure and dipped daringly at her back, she stood beneath an art installation, a sculpture of glass wings that shimmered as if alive. The storm-gray of her eyes softened as she conversed, a delicate smile playing at her lips. Her every word, every movement, was calculated elegance. She knew she was being watched, and she thrived in it.The man before her seemed entranced.“Your reputation doesn’t do you justice, Madame Montgomery,” he said, his French accent rolling easily off his tongue. Alexandre Beaumont, the heir to one of France’s oldest banking families. Young, charming, and bold e

The silence stretched between them like a taut wire. The city’s lights glimmered faintly beyond the glass wall, but in Lucian's room, the only light that mattered came from the sharp blue of his eyes fixed on her.“Isla,” his voice was low, steady, but carrying the weight of years lost, “I need an answer. Do I still have a place in your life… in your heart?”For a long moment, she said nothing. Her hand rested on the arm of the leather chair, knuckles white, as if she were gripping the edges of her own restraint.Isla’s lips parted, then pressed together again. The storm inside her was not one she could hide from him, not when he knew her better than anyone.Finally, she whispered, her voice clear but trembling with the steel she always carried, “I need time, Lucian.”The words hit him harder than silence ever could. But he didn’t argue. He didn’t demand it. He only studied her, his jaw flexing, then gave a single sharp nod.“As long as you don’t walk away,” he said, his voice raw ben

The boardroom was suffocating in its silence. Black marble floors reflected the hard gleam of the chandelier, and the air was charged with the weight of decisions that could alter an empire. Around the long table sat the most powerful men and women of Blackwell Corp - shareholders, directors, financial advisors. All of them stared at the man at the head of the table as though he’d lost his mind.Lucian Blackwell.His suit was the usual sharp cut of Italian wool, but his eyes carried none of their usual icy detachment. They burned, volatile, restless, unshaken.On the sleek table lay the documents. Collateral agreements. A move so outrageous that not even the boldest investor in the room dared to breathe freely.“You want to pledge-” one director finally spoke, his voice cracking under the strain, “-thirty percent of Blackwell Corp as collateral? To shield Montgomery Global from a collapse that has nothing to do with us?”A rustle of disbelief swept the room. Someone muttered, “Insanit

The morning the news broke, the world felt sharper.Headlines screamed across every major financial network:“Stone Empire Collapses: Fraud Allegations Surface.”“Leo Stone Exposed as Orchestrator of Massive Corporate Scandal.”Isla watched it unfold from her penthouse office in New York, the entire floor silent except for the rapid-fire updates coming from the wall-mounted screens. Her team stood frozen behind her, some with disbelief, others with grim satisfaction. Elena, ever poised, crossed her arms and said dryly,“Well. The devil finally tripped on his own fire.”But Isla’s gaze didn’t flicker. She had always known Leo’s empire was built on borrowed illusions, smoke, lies and threats. She had lived through his attempts to corner her, to trap her in his web of blackmail. Now, finally, the truth had come for him.And it was devastating.Evidence had surfaced with all those leaked emails, wire transfers, recordings of boardroom deals. A whistleblower from inside Stone’s company ha