Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The boutique was warm and filled with soft music, mingled with the faint scent of vanilla candles around the place. Isla adjusted a scarf in the mirror while Selene debated what to buy between two silk dresses, Kian was hovering nearby with his confident smirk. Lucian had excused himself to check a rare watch at a nearby store, leaving Isla to browse in peace or so she thought.A soft chime at the door announced a new arrival. Isla looked up automatically, thinking it was another shopper. It was a tall man, sharply dressed, with a cold edge to his eyes, paused near the entrance. Something in her chest felt fearful, like a whisper of unease she couldn’t shake. She shook it off. After all, it was a busy shopping street.But then, before she could react, a pair of strong hands gripped her from behind, muffling her gasp. She struggled, but the figure was far too powerful, pressing a cloth to her face. The world blurred around her. Selene’s voice screamed her name, but the man dragged Isla

The Dufort mansion which was once intimidating in its sheer grandeur had now softened into something else entirely. The high ceilings and marble corridors no longer felt like hollow pillars of wealth but like a home slowly waking up to laughter, footsteps, and the warmth that had been missing for years.For Isla, it was still surreal. She sat at the breakfast table that Sunday morning, Aaric perched beside her in his little chair, gleefully smearing butter on toast with more enthusiasm. Selene’s laughter echoed across the room as she wiped his mouth with a napkin.“You’re going to grow up a messy eater like your grandpa,” Selene teased, flashing her father a mischievous grin.Dominic raised an eyebrow, feigning outrage while taking a sip of his tea. “That’s a lie, young lady. And I was never messy.”Sia, setting down a plate of fresh croissants, chuckled. “Oh, you were. I still remember cleaning after you in those early business days when you’d come home exhausted, dropping your paper

The sun spilled through the tall windows of the Duforts dining hall, painting the marble floor in honey and gold like shades. The long table was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread, steaming coffee, and a spread of fruits and eggs. The mansion was buzzing with warmth and joy.Aaric was perched on a seat between Sia and Selene, happily smearing butter on his toast with a happy smile.Aaric grinned, waving the piece of toast like a trophy as he had spread the butter in a heart shape. “I made it so pretty!”Sia kissed his cheek. “And it’s perfect,” she declared, making an Aaric beam proudly.At the other end of the table, Lucian and Dominic were locked in conversation. It didn't seem like a.hostile one, but something lighter and playful.“You see,” Dominic said, tapping the edge of his cup, “business isn’t just about numbers. It’s about instinct and timing. The right decision at the wrong time is just as bad as the wrong decision altogether.”Lucian arched a brow, his lips curvi

The grand hall of the Dufort estate glimmered in golden light. Crystal chandeliers were casting soft reflections across polished marble floors, mingling with the gentle glow of fairy lights along the balconies. The string quartet continued playing a tender, flowing waltz, the melody wrapping around every guest like a gentle embrace.Isla stood in the center of the room, her ivory gown twirling softly with each step. Lucian approached her with a soft smile, offering his hand. “May I have this dance?” His voice, calm and deep, carried both authority and tenderness.Isla smiled, placing her hand in his. “Of course.”The moment their hands met, the world seemed to fall away. Guests blurred into the background, the whispers of admiration and surprise faded. All that existed was the warmth of Lucian’s touch and the steady rhythm of the music.Lucian guided her gracefully, his tall frame perfectly matching her movements. His other hand rested gently on her waist, fingers lightly pressing aga

The sun had just begun to rise when Lucian and Isla pulled into the quiet parking lot of Elena’s favorite cafe. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of autumn leaves. Elena had insisted they meet here today, her message was cryptic but warm: “Come with Lucian. You have to see something important ”Lucian held Isla’s hand as they walked inside. “You think she’s going to spill some gossip?” he teased softly, eyes glinting with amusement.Isla shook her head, smiling. “Knowing her then maybe. But something tells me it’s not that kind of gossip. Maybe something else.”They found Elena already seated by the window, a warm smile lighting up her face. Across from her sat Leo. Isla and Lucian froze for a heartbeat. Leo. He looked different today. He was more relaxed, gentle, his sharp features softened by a smile meant only for Elena.“Elena!” Isla said warmly, walking over. Leo stood quickly, bowing his head slightly in greeting. “Hello, Isla. Hello, Lucian,” he said, voice low but si