The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

The sun had barely risen over the city and the Dufort estate shone with the soft light. The air smelled of fresh dew mingled with roses and jasmine that had been placed along the hallways and in every corner of the grand mansion. Staff hurried quietly, placing crystal glasses on tables, arranging bouquets, and ensuring every detail was perfect. After all, It was Isla and Lucian's wedding!Upstairs, in the bridal suite, Isla stood in front of the full-length mirror, taking a slow breath. The silk of her robe touched against her skin, and she absently smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear. Her reflection stared back at her which looked poised, calm, but beneath it all, a storm of excitement was building up.Sia entered the room, carrying a tray with delicious, delicate pastries and a steaming cup of chamomile tea. Her eyes softened when they landed on Isla. “You look so beautiful, Sabrina,” she said softly.Isla smiled faintly, feeling the warmth in her chest. “I feel like a child wa

The reception had finally quieted down, laughter and music fading into the velvet like the dark of midnight. Outside, the sea shone brighter under the layers of silver moonlight which seemed calm, endless, and silver, like it had come to bless both Isla and Lucian. The grand suite overlooked the ocean. Candlelight flickered against the glass, soft and golden, painting Isla’s veil in threads of elegance as she stood by the window. Her flower bouquet lay forgotten on the table beside all the champagne bottles.Lucian paused at the door for a moment, simply looking at her.His wife.The woman he had lost, hurt, fought for, and finally… found again.Her reflection met him through the windowpane, her eyes were calm but glistening with love. “You’re staring at me so intensely,” she murmured softly, voice filled with a teasing warmth that melted something inside him.“I’m memorizing,” he said, stepping closer. “Every second of you.”Isla turned, her dress whispering against the white marble

The next morning arrived like a dream with warm and.soft sunlight spilling through the curtains, the sound of waves kissing the wooden stilts of their villa, and the faint aroma of sea salt mingling in the air. Isla stretched lazily on the bed like a little kitten, her skin still warm from last night’s closeness and intimacy with Lucian.When she reached for Lucian, the bed beside her was empty.Her brows furrowed. “Lucian?”There was no answer. Just the rhythmic waves of the ocean.She slipped into a silk robe and padded barefoot through the villa, the floor cool beneath her feet. The sight that awaited her on the deck made her heart melt with affection. Lucian stood near the edge of the pool, his white shirt rolled up, feeding crumbs to a group of seagulls that circled playfully around him. The wind tousled his dark hair, and the morning light kissed his skin in a way that made him look like something out of a painting, something so effortless, serene and almost boyish. He looked m

The sun had just begun to dip below the sky, casting a golden hue across the Blackwell mansion. Isla sat at the sleek glass table in their private office, a notebook open in front of her, while Lucian leaned casually against the edge, his blazer removed, sleeves rolled up. The room smelled faintly of the candles she loved, the soft scent making them calm amid the whirlwind of business and life.“So,” Lucian began, voice low but deliberate, “we need to finalize the proposal for the luxury real estate expansion in Milan. I’ve already spoken to the investors, but I want your insight before we move forward.” He folded his arms, studying her with that calm intensity. Isla tapped her pen thoughtfully against her lips, her stormy grey eyes focused. “I think the concept is very solid. The market is ready for something exclusive, but we need a sustainability angle. Something that sets us apart from every other luxury property.”Lucian nodded slowly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

The city sky stretched beneath the airplane like a sea of glass as Lucian’s private jet touched down at the airport. After a week of travel in Milan with meetings, and the unexpected double date with the Conti - Roy couple, they finally were back home.The moment Isla stepped out into the cool Manhattan air, her chest filled with something warm and light Blackwell Mansion glowed like something out of a dream when they arrived there with sleek black cars in the driveway, soft golden lights spilling from the foyer. And before she could even set her heels on the marble, a small voice echoed through the hall.“Mommy!” Aaric sprinted across the floor,.with laughter, flinging himself into Isla’s arms.She crouched, hugging him tightly, her throat aching with love. “My baby,” she whispered, kissing his cheek. “Did you miss us?”“Uh-huh. Uncle Kian and aunt Selene let me eat three ice creams!” he blurted out proudly.Lucian’s eyes narrowed toward the direction of the hallway. “He did what?”