All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The night was unrecognizable. For months, their world had been a battleground of betrayal, accusations, and knives aimed at the heart of everything they had built. But now, with Leo gone, Adrian silenced, and the dust settling, there was a rare and haunting quiet.Isla stood by the wide windows of Lucian’s penthouse, the city glittering below like a thousand secrets. Her reflection looked foreign to her, the woman who had once walked away broken now stood taller, sharper, untouchable and a queen. Yet even she felt the tremor of what had been lost.Lucian’s footsteps sounded behind her, slow, deliberate, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to come closer.She didn’t turn. “I'm happy that it's all finally over,” she whispered, her breath fogging the glass.His voice came low, rough from exhaustion, but steady. “Yes. But not without cost.”Finally, Isla faced him. Today, the storm between them wasn’t one of rage or silence. It was raw, fragile and calm.Her eyes softened, grey as storm

The storm didn’t arrive with thunder. It came quietly, like a shadow slipping beneath a locked door.Isla had just returned from a gala, still jet-lagged but determined to dive back into work. Her company’s next expansion in Paris was consuming her days, while Lucian’s empire was entangled in high-stakes negotiations with new international investors. Their schedules barely touched, but she felt his presence everywhere. Silent, steady, a man walking carefully around her hesitation.Then came Damien Korr, a name screamed in huge boardrooms and feared in private talks between the rich. He was a rival who was calm, composed, and dangerously charming. Where some rivals' venom was obvious, Damien was a predator in silk and sin. His empire had grown from hostile takeovers, his method always the same: find weakness, expose it, and devour the company whole.And Damien had found his opening. Lucian Blackwell’s fractured marriage.***The first meeting happened in Paris. Isla sat at a long glass

The boardroom was silent except for the slow tick of the antique clock on the wall. Contracts were signed, alliances reshaped, and the war Lucian had waged for months finally tipped in his favor. Isla sat at the head of the table, calm as ice, her storm-grey eyes fixed on the documents before her. Lucian stood just behind her chair, a hand resting lightly on the leather, possessive, protective and absolute in strength.Magnus rose first, straightening his cufflinks with a sharp flick. “Well played,” he said, his voice cool, but there was no mistaking the steel beneath it. His gaze lingered on Isla longer than on Lucian, as if he were calculating a new kind of war, one not fought on paper.Damien gave a low, bitter laugh as he leaned back in his chair. “The empire’s untouchable now. Together, you’re both untouchable.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes. They flicked once to Lucian, then back to Isla. “But even empires crack from the inside.”Lucian’s jaw tightened, but Isla’s lips curved,

The countryside villa woke differently than the city.No honking cars, no buzzing phones, no urgent emails and only the song of sparrows and the lazy warmth of the sun spilling through linen curtains.Isla stirred first, wrapped in soft sheets that smelled faintly of lavender. For the first time in years, she hadn’t woken to the sound of her mind racing or her phone vibrating with reminders. Instead, she opened her eyes to the sight of Lucian beside her, hair tousled, lashes dark against his cheek, one arm thrown carelessly over the space where she’d been lying.He looked… young like this. Unburdened abd peaceful.She lay there for a while, just watching him breathe, before slipping out of bed and padding barefoot to the kitchen.The villa’s kitchen was rustic, nothing like the sleek, steel perfection of their penthouse. Wooden shelves, a stone counter, clay jars of herbs, the faint smell of last night’s firewood lingering in the air. She touched everything as if she were reminding he

The late morning sun spilled over the little vacation town, its quaint cobblestone streets lined with bakeries and flower stalls. The scent of fresh cinnamon rolls floated through the air, mingling with the chatter of locals and the slow sound of street musicians strumming their guitars.Lucian walked with Aaric on his shoulders, the little boy gripping his father’s hair as if it were reins. His delighted giggles echoed down the street, drawing smiles from passersby. Isla walked beside them, a straw hat tilted low over her stormy-grey eyes, hiding the soft flush on her cheeks every time someone turned to stare at her striking beauty.“You’re going to make him dizzy,” Isla teased, glancing up at the way Aaric swayed with every playful sway of Lucian’s tall frame.“I’m teaching him how to balance,” Lucian replied, dry as ever, but there was a soft glint in his eyes. His large hand gripped Aaric’s ankle to steady him. “If he can sit on my shoulders, he’ll be prepared to conquer the world