บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

New York was unusually silent that morning at Isla’s headquarters. The sleek glass lobby glimmered in the warm sun, reflecting the city’s chaotic energy. But behind the polished facade, something was off. Almost imperceptible anomalies began appearing in Isla’s systems like minor discrepancies in financial reports, unusual email requests, and confidential documents flagged as accessed by unknown IP addresses. Elena, perched at her work room and frowned at her monitor. “Lucian, Isla… you guys need to see this,” she called, her voice tense. The two rushed over immediately noting the unusual spike in server activity. Lucian’s sharp eyes scanned the data, his mind already racing with many questions. “Someone’s probing into our system,” he said, his voice calm but dangerous fingers flying across the keyboard. “This doesn't seem random. This feels like it's all targeted and calculated. The one doing this is someone who knows what they’re doing.” Isla leaned closer, concern flashing acr

The morning sun spilled warmly into the Blackwell mansion, its rays casting a warm glow over the pristine and elegant living room. Isla was perched on the sofa with Aaric on her lap. She was flipping through a picture book. Lucian was across the room, checking emails on his tablet, but his sharp ears caught the voice of someone.“Delivery for Mr. Aaric Blackwell,” the assistant called, holding a sleek black box tied with a silver ribbon.Lucian frowned. “I didn’t order anything for Aaric. I bought his new toys yesterday only.”Isla tilted her head, curious. Aaric’s eyes lit up. “Is it something nice for me?” he asked hopefully.Before Lucian could open it, a glossy card slipped out of the box. In elegant handwriting, it read -“For the clever little Blackwell boy. May he always be… happy. - L. Blackwood”Lucian’s jaw tightened. He didn’t even need to open the box to know what awaited. The box was filled with expensive, intricately designed toys, far too adult for Aaric, yet crafted to

The next morning, the storm arrived but not from the sky. It came directly from Kian’s voice.Lucian was in his office, the city sprawling beneath the glass windows like an exotic jungle in front of a king. When Kian stepped in there was no knock, no preamble. His face was pale and tense.“You’re not going to like this news, boss,” he said quietly.Lucian didn’t look up from the document he was signing. “Then say it anyway.”Kian hesitated for a moment before placing his phone on the table. A photograph glowed on the screen. It was grainy but unmistakable. Liam Hale, in his tailored suit, standing in front of Claire Blackwell’s prison visitation window.Lucian froze.The pen slipped from his hand, hitting the desk with a sharp sound. “When was this taken?”“Yesterday afternoon,” Kian said grimly. “I had one of our contacts at the prison confirm it. He didn’t just visit her once. It's been many times this month. He visited her under a different name, using his money and influence to g

Rain lashed against the windows of the old countryside manor, the sound like whispers against ancient glass. The house had once been beautiful, decades ago. Now it stood in silence, swallowed by ivy and grief.Inside, in a dimly lit room, a little boy sat on a dusty couch, clutching his stuffed bear to his chest.Aaric Blackwell. Barefoot, frightened but still brave.Across the room, Claire Blackwell paced slowly, her eyes distant, her once-elegant hair now wild. The pearl necklace at her throat glimmered faintly under the flickering bulb, like a relic of the life she’d never let go of.“You look so much like him,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “Your father, when he was your age. Same face. Same stubborn little jaw.”Aaric said nothing. He’d learned to stay quiet the way his mother always told him when something felt wrong. His heart pounded, but he didn’t cry.He missed home.He missed Mamma.“I’m your grandmother,” she said, smiling faintly. “Your real family. Not like her. She

When Lucian reached home then everything was fine. Thankfully Liam was just trying to worry Lucian for Isla and Aaric but now as he watched his family sleeping together with Aaric burying his face in Isla's neck, he felt relieved and in peace Lucian sat in the dim light of his study, the photograph of young Claire and the boy burning itself into his mind. Kian had pulled every file, every record, every thread of the rumor. The threads were connecting in ways Lucian hadn’t anticipated.“Kian,” Lucian said, his voice low, tense, “Run a cross-check between Claire’s timeline and Liam’s early life. And check for any undisclosed relationships Claire may have had. Anything. Every detail matters to me.”Minutes stretched into hours, the only sound was the soft click of Kian’s keyboard. Finally, Kian looked up, expression grim.“Boss, you’re not going to like this. But I think I’ve found something.”Lucian’s eyes sharpened. “Speak.”Kian exhaled slowly. “The boy in the photo… Liam. He’s Clair