The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

The London sky glittered like diamonds under the dark night sky, and the air was charged with anticipation. The city’s elite, the business titans and social influencers were gathered in the grand hall of the St. James International Gala, a venue which was draped in crystal chandeliers and velvet like curtains, its walls screaming stories of deals struck and reputations all along.A silence fell over the crowd as Isla Montgomery Dufort stepped out of the sleek black car, her gown was a perfect balance of elegance and authority. The dress hugged her form in all the right places, a midnight-black silhouette that glimmered subtly under the beautiful lights, the slit along her leg looked daring, bold and tasteful. Her hair was pinned up, showing off the long, slender swan line of her neck, and her stormy grey eyes scanned the crowd with a composed, unreadable calm.Lucian followed her from close behind, his dark tailored tuxedo immaculate, every fold and seam a silent declaration of power.

The crisp city air wrapped around Isla like a silk and velvet shawl as she stepped out of the car in front of the Dufort estate. The massive iron gates had opened slowly, revealing the sprawling mansion bathed in morning sunlight. But today, Isla wasn’t just visiting as a daughter, fiancée, or mother.Today, she was arriving as Sabrina Dufort, the heiress who was ready to face her legacy. Her parents wanted her to be their heir along with Selene.Lucian squeezed her hand gently as they walked side by side, Aaric holding onto his other hand, bouncing excitedly. “You okay?” Lucian asked softly, his eyes scanning her face the way they always did when he was worried.Isla inhaled deeply, letting the cool air steady her heartbeat. “Yes,” she whispered. “It’s time, Lucian.” It’s my family, my blood… my story. And I'm ready to face it all.”Sia and Dominic were waiting for them at the grand entrance, their faces warm with pride and joy. Dominic’s tailored suit and powerful aura made him look

The city shone that evening like a thousand diamonds scattered against the velvet sky. The air was crisp but not sharp like a dagger. It felt as if the air itself was carrying that unmistakable charm and elegant beauty. Isla had no idea why Lucian had insisted she wear something formal but comfortable, only that he had that glint in his eyes all day, a glint that usually meant something he’d spent a long time planning.“Where are we going?” she asked for the third time as they walked down the cobblestone path. Her heels clicked softly against the stones while Lucian’s hand held hers firmly, holding her safe.“You’ll see,” he said, his lips curving into an infuriatingly secretive smile.They stopped in front of a grand terrace. But it wasn’t just any terrace. It had soft golden fairy lights strung across the railings, reflecting on the quiet water below. A private string quartet played in the distance, their music floating through the cool air. A small table had been set for two, surr

The following morning, the Dufort mansion was abuzz and chaotic with energy that could even make a royal palace feel like a normal house. Sunlight streamed in through the tall glass windows, glinting off polished floors as servants hurried through hallways carrying piles of fabric, invitation mockups and trays of coffee in their hand.Isla stood in the middle of the grand living room, surrounded by three designers, each holding up sketches of couture bridal gowns. She was still in her silk robe, her hair made in a messy bun, a coffee cup in hand, blinking between two designs as if choosing between them was equivalent to signing a huge contract of her life.Sia looked elegant as always and sat gracefully on the couch, flipping through a guest list. “Darling, I think we should keep the engagement party guests separate from the wedding invitees. It will keep the press more controlled,” she said in her calm and st tone.Meanwhile, Selene lounged on the other end of the couch, her phone in

The night before the wedding week officially began had arrived and the night everyone had been both dreading and secretly looking forward to was here.The Hen Night.The city sky was painted in deep blue color, city lights glimmering like champagne gold color. Isla had chosen not to go for a wild chaotic night that wasn’t usually her style. Instead, Selene and Elena had planned a classy, elegant party at one of the most exclusive rooftop lounges in the city. The place where the music was soft jazz mingled with laughter, and the night air carried the scent of roses and expensive perfume of ladies.Isla stood in front of the mirror, smoothing and wearing the satin fabric of her ivory slip dress. It was timeless, simple yet breathtaking and paired with delicate heels and pearl earrings. Selene burst into the room happily, dressed in a stunning ruby red gown, a playful grin on her lips.“You look like a goddess, elder sis,” she declared, spinning Isla around. “The city won’t recover from