All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

The Blackwell estate was quiet in the evening, but Lucian still felt the storm rising inside his chest.. The Duforts had agreed far too quickly to dinner. There was no hesitatio and no questions. That alone unsettled him. People with power rarely moved or agreed without strategy, yet here they were, stepping right into his world without any hesitation. Isla, standing near the mirror while she clasped a slender diamond bracelet around her wrist, broke the silence.“I’m coming with you.”Lucian looked up from his cufflinks, his jaw tightening. “No, Isla. Not this time. I don’t know what kind of family they are or what their plan is. It’s safer if you to stay at-”She turned to him, her grey eyes fierce. “You said it yourself, Lucian, they’re watching me. They are photographing me. If this is about me, then I deserve to be there. I won’t hide while you face whatever this is alone.”He hated the way her voice trembled, just slightly with resolve. Isla had been through storms fiercer than

The night after the dinner, silence stretched between Lucian and Isla like a sharp knife. She was restless and unable to forget the woman’s trembling voice calling her daughter. She could still hear the Duforts claiming her as their daughter. Lucian had tried to dismiss it at first, but the storm brewing in his chest wouldn’t let him rest as well and so he told Kian and his spies to give him information regarding this matter.His phone suddenly buzzed.It was a message from Kian.Kian: Check your email. I think you’ll want to see this.Lucian frowned, sliding his finger across the screen. Seconds later, the encrypted files opened. Photographs, birth records, old newspaper clippings, police reports and a missing child poster which was yellowed with time were there.The name at the top made his blood run cold.Sabrina Dufort: The Duforts Missing Daughter.But it wasn’t just the name. It was the photo attached. A one-year-old baby girl, dark hair and stormy grey eyes. The same storm tha

The drive back from the Dufort mansion was quiet. Aaric had dozed off in his car seat, his little head tilted against the soft cushion and his soft breathing a gentle rhythm in the tension like silence.Isla sat rigid, her gaze fixed on the blur of trees and city beyond the glass. Her nails dug faint crescents into her palm, every muscle tight, as though letting herself relax might let everything she’d been holding back pour out. Lucian studied her, he could see the calm mask she wore, the way her storm-grey eyes shone with a glassy sheen she refused to spill. He didn’t press her further.When they finally returned to the Blackwell mansion, Isla carried Aaric into his room, tucking him in with her quiet and motherly gentleness. She lingered with a small yet broken smile at his bedside, brushing back his curls, watching him sleep like he was the only steady truth in her collapsing world.Only after the door clicked shut did her facial expression change.Lucian was waiting in the livin

The drive to the Duforts’ mansion had become almost routine now, though Isla still felt a flutter inside her nerves each time the estate gates swung open. Lucian’s hand rested reassuringly over hers on the leather console between them while Aaric chattered excitedly in the backseat about his new grandparents and recounting every fun thing they had done over the past week.“It’s Sunday, Yay! We’re going to see Grandma Sia!” he squealed, bouncing in his seat. “And the garden flowers! And maybe we can play in the library too!”Lucian chuckled softly, shaking his head at his chirpy son,“Careful, Aaric. You might give your mother a whiplash with all that excitement.”Isla smiled at the nickname, a warmth spreading through her chest. Each weekend she had spent with the Duforts had been a careful balance of curiosity laced with hesitation, openness mixed with a lingering doubt.But slowly, she found herself letting go, allowing all the small gestures, the laughter, and the shared stories to

Isla found herself returning to the Dufort mansion every weekend now. At first, it was overwhelming, from the grandeur of the estate, the walls covered with portraits of a family she wasn’t sure she belonged to the warm but unfamiliar embraces she had come to accept. And just like that, little by little, the sharp edges of shock began to smoothen slowly.Sia would always greet her at the door, her arms open as if she had been waiting all week for this precious moment. Selene dragged her away on what she called “sister adventures” tea dates, shopping trips, late-night movies as if they were trying to create a lifetime of sisterhood into the years they lost together. But it was Dominic who surprised Isla the most.He didn’t push her. He didn’t demand her to call him dad.. He was simply there for her. Whether it was waiting patiently while she looked at those old photo albums, or walking beside her in the gardens, or watching Aaric run around the estate with a quiet smile, Dominic gave