Semua Bab The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: Bab 181 - Bab 188

The hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic and rain. Outside the hospital, the city's sky glimmered faintly through the glass windows, its silver mist painting everything in soft grey color. The storm had passed, but its echoes still lingered in the still. They carried silence heavy enough to make hearts ache.Lucian lay on the bed, his face pale but he was breathing steadily, his right shoulder bandaged where the bullet had torn through him. His face was looking calmer, the sharp lines softened by exhaustion and painkillers. Beside him, Isla sat quietly, her fingers interlaced with his as she looked at him with pain.She hadn’t left his side in two days.Her dark hair was messy, her silk blouse wrinkled, but none of it mattered to her. She’d been feeding him soup earlier, ignoring his stubborn “I can manage,” look and now her thumb traced lazy circles over his hand, her eyes fixed on his face as if memorizing his every breath.When his lashes fluttered, she leaned forward instan

After a weekThe sun poured gold over the place, painting everything in warm, soft hues of golden and orange. The Dufort vineyard glowed under strings of fairy lights and golden silk drapes that danced in the evening breeze. It wasn’t just a wedding, it was a reunion of hearts that had seen love and chaos together.Selene had sworn she didn’t want a grand affair.But one glance at the setting, the floral archway laced with baby’s breath, the antique chandeliers, and the endless tables set with golden cutlery and everyone knew she’d lied.“It’s elegant, not grand,” she corrected when Kian teased her earlier.He only grinned. “Sweetheart, there’s a champagne fountain. That’s literally the definition of grand.”Now, standing at the altar in a soft blush gown that shimmered like dawn, Selene looked breathtaking. Her hair fell in loose waves, a beautiful tiara resting delicately above her veil.Kian waited for her at the end of the aisle, dressed in a charcoal suit and a look that made it

Two years later Two whole years had passed and the Blackwell mansion glimmered with laughter, chaos and life like never before. The once-quiet halls were now filled with the soft patter of tiny feet, gleeful giggles, and the gentle coos of a little baby discovering the world.Lucian stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows in the morning light, holding their infant daughter, Isabella, in his arms. Her tiny hands grasped his fingers, her eyes wide with curiosity and wonder, reflecting the same stormy intensity he had seen in Isla since the day they met.“She’s awake,” Isla called from the adjoining room, her voice warm and sweet like a melody. She entered carrying a soft blanket, her hair pulled loosely over her shoulder, smiling at the sight of Lucian gently bouncing their precious daughter in his arms.“She’s gorgeous,” Lucian murmured, pressing a kiss to Isabella’s forehead. “Just like her mother.”Isla walked over, taking Isabella into her arms and feeling the soft weight of the l

Three years had passed since the whirlwind of revelations, reunions, and celebrations that had reshaped their lives. The Blackwell and Dufort families were closer than ever and the laughter of children now filled both mansions, echoing like music across sunlit rooms.The morning sun cast a warm glow over the soft sand of a secluded beach. Lucian and Isla walked hand in hand, barefoot, letting the gentle waves touch at their feet. Their daughter, Isabella, now five, had her dad's blue eyes. She darted ahead happily with her little pail and shovel, squealing as she built sandcastles. Aaric, who was now twelve, ran beside her, carefully supervising, but laughing as he let her add a few extra towers that toppled almost immediately.Lucian glanced down at Isla, her hair glinting in the sunlight, the corners of her lips curling into that familiar, heart-stopping smile. “They’re growing so fast,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face.Isla laughed softly, resting her head brie