Semua Bab The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The city didn’t sleep, but Lucian Blackwell also hadn’t rested at night. He couldn't sleep at all. Every time he closed his eyes, it was Isla’s voice from the press conference that echoed in the back of his mind. Every time he looked at his hands, it was guilt that coated his palms, thick and painful. He had watched Isla rise like a phoenix from the ash of everything Claire tried to bury her under. He watched Isla enter his world like an enigma once again. And now, for the first time in five years, Lucian didn’t want to win the war. He just wanted to be near her flame. He just wanted to be near Isla. Near the woman who was his everything. *** Isla was in her office reviewing internal documents when a knock interrupted her concentration all of a sudden. She looked up, expecting Leo. But to her surprise it was Lucian. Her brows rose. “Here for another drama?” Lucian didn’t take the bait. “I’m not here for argument ” “You were never here for anything else.” She mocked.

There were some truths too heavy to speak aloud and in Lucian’s case, they pressed on his chest like a heavy weight. One weight shaped like Isla. The other one soaked in guilt and agony.The Blackwell corporate headquarters was under siege.Not by scandal. At least not yet, but by some numbers.One of the European branches of the newly merged company had misreported their quarterly forecasts, leading to a minor but very visible drop in stock. And the press was circling them like vultures now.Isla walked into the crisis room with her calm, her hair in a braided knot, navy suit as sharp as her tongue. Elena followed close behind, flipping through her tablet like a pro.Lucian was already there, his jaw tight, sleeves rolled up, the curve of his shoulder blades rigid under tension.“I thought we had this handled,” Isla said calmly.Lucian’s voice was low. “Apparently not. The Milan team cooked the numbers before the merger. It's a legacy rot. Now it's us who are facing the consequences.

The city had again begun to thaw. Snow melted along sidewalks, leaving behind damp streets and a chill that clung to skin like unfinished revenge. But inside Blackwell Industries, the tension was colder than winter, and far more icy. Lucian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in his office, his arms crossed and aw locked. He was staring at his phone, at a name he had saved just yesterday. Alina Shore. The last known nurse who had been with Isla during her hospital stay five years ago. The same nurse Claire had hidden away in a luxurious "wellness retreat" in Switzerland. Lucian had made the call and now he waited. The door opened as Isla walked in, uninvited but her presence screamed confidence. Her presence always disrupted the air, like a flame in a sealed room. She wore a navy suit, her coat still speckled with the city’s icy mist, making her look like a vision in blue. "You're hard to reach sometimes," she said coldly, stepping closer to him. Lucian turned to face he

Zurich's early morning fog blanketed the streets, casting the city in a soft, pearl-grey like light. From the window of her suite, Isla stared down at the waking city, black coffee cradled in her hand, but her mind was far from serene. Beneath the quiet, her nerves buzzed with tension.The day had finally arrived.Behind her, Leo clicked through surveillance feeds on his tablet while Lucian stood by the door, dressed in black, silent and steeled while looking as handsome as ever."We will leave at ten," he said without turning around.Isla didn’t reply. She knew she didn’t need to. Her presence alone was thunder enough. Her presence alone was enough to tear the world and bring her enemies down.***They reached the clinic just as the fog began to lift. Nestled in the Alps, the wellness center looked more like a luxury spa than a medical facility. But the serenity was nothing but a farce. A fake luxury. Beneath the beautiful gardens and silent halls was a locked ward and inside it was

The wind outside howled against Claire's other Geneva villa, but inside, the silence felt heavier than any storm.Today Isla and Lucian were in this villa to search for records or anything which takes them closer towards their lost child.Isla stood alone in the dimly lit study Claire once used on her business trips. It was strangely untouched like Claire had frozen this room with all those marble surfaces, gold pens and thick velvet curtains.She moved past the bookshelf, her fingers brushing old business manuals, legal briefs and financial files.But then something strange happened. One of the books wasn't aligned properly which made Isla curious and she pulled it out.A soft clunk echoed as a black leather notebook fell out from behind it.Isla froze on the spot.The pages were brittle with time. Most were scribbled with Claire’s brutal written notes in shorthand. There were names, payouts, hospital files and doctors' names including the name of Alina Shore and Elara Jensen.But