The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The morning air was crisp when Lucian entered the Blackwell Tower. The lobby felt charged with tension that spoke to the shift in the company’s pulse. The merger again felt like more than a corporate agreement. It felt like threads tangled between two people trying desperately to control their frayed ends, tangled together in the dance of their twisted past. In the expanse of the conference room, Isla was already seated, her legs crossed, her spine straight proudly. The pearl cuffs of her cream silk shirt winked under the lights as she spoke sharply with one of Elan’s marketing heads. “Authenticity,” she said firmly. “That’s what Elan built its reputation upon. This merger doesn’t mean we bury that under a mountain of Blackwell.” “Of course,” came the measured reply. Yet every word felt like a warning because this was still her kingdom. The empire she built from her handwork and sweat. Through the glass walls, Lucian watched quietly. He watched the confident tilt of her chin.

The midnight mist pressed itself upon Manhattan like a sheet. The corridors of Blackwell & Co., usually sharp, felt still and silent tonight. The soft hum of neon lights from the city winked faintly beyond the tall windows, and inside the office, silence weighed down like cold ice upon marble.It started with a soft sound.A faint alert chimed from Lucian’s laptop.He was slouched in the leather chair, his shirt sleeves rolled, tired lines carving faint shadows upon his sharp cheekbones. Yet as the screen winked to life, the air changed into a cold atmosphere. The headline blared across the screen screaming. BREAKING: DR. ELARA JENSEN CONFIRMED DEAD IN TRAGIC ACCIDENTJune 24. Upstate New York. A single-car crash. No survivors found.The sting that rose inside his heart was sharp and fast. Lucian froze for a moment.Elara Jensen , the witness, the doctor, the keeper of secrets buried five years ago, the woman who was the only way for him to know what happened five years ago is gone.

The office was quieter than usual. As if Blackwell Industries itself had caught on to the silence between Lucian and Isla, a silence that wasn’t cold anymore. A silence that meant something.It was calculated.They were no longer enemies in the war.Now they were soldiers on the same battlefield.But neither of them was foolish enough to lower their weapons.Lucian entered Isla’s office with a thick folder in his hands. He didn’t knock.“I had traced the Rochester account,” he said. “It’s been inactive since the day Elara died. The final withdrawal was enough to start a new life. Or to vanish completely.”Isla didn’t look up. “What do you want, Lucian?My gratitude? A pat on the back for finally deciding to open your eyes? Hah”He placed the folder on her desk and looked at her for a whole moment.“No. I want to help you, especially when my mother is in the wrong.”She finally looked at him. “Then you better understand something. This isn’t revenge for me. This is war. If you hesitate

The city outside Lucian's penthouse windows was all glass and stormlight. Rain streaked across the glass, a soft drumming like a heartbeat on the edge of anxiety. Lucian stood motionless and silent in the middle of his study, staring at a thin folder laid out on his desk like a coffin.Inside it was a copy of Isla's hospital discharge summary.Five years ago, Claire had handed him this folder with calm cruelty, spilling words of betrayal inside his ears. Her words echoed through the room now, resurrected from memory.He remembered the words Claire had spoken that night."She ended it, Lucian. She chose her career over your child. She betrayed you. She never wanted the baby and that's why she aborted it."And he had foolishly believed it.At the time, he needed to.Because believing Isla had killed their child was easier than believing she'd been forced to.But now, after everything… he wasn’t sure anymore.The ache inside his chest intensified.He sat down slowly, flipping through the

The Blackwell name had always been synonymous with luxury, strategy, and silence. It was an empire built on cruelty, power and thousands of people buried under Claire Blackwell’s greed. But ever since Isla Montgomery’s return to New York, silence had become tense. It pulsed in the walls of Blackwell Industries. It echoed in Claire’s stiff smiles, It hummed in the undertones of every meeting Lucian walked into, of every guilt and longing he had in his eyes for Isla. This time, it cracked. Hard. *** Claire Blackwell stood in her glass-walled office overlooking the sky, a storm brewing beneath her navy dress and pearl earrings. Rage was running inside her veins making her want to strangle Isla alive. Her assistant again delivered the morning media brief, trembling slightly. “They’re calling it an audit revolution, ma’am.” Claire’s eyes narrowed. “Just how many articles?” “Six major outlets and three legal blogs along with Lyris Foundation and Ardent Holdings are trending.”