Semua Bab The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The city breathed like it was holding something back. Maybe it was holding back Isla's rage. Or maybe her tears.Isla sat motionless on the edge of her bed, the lights off, rain clinging to the windows like ghosts desperate to get in. Her phone screen lit up again. It was Leo. Then Elena. Then Lucian.They were all calling her. They were worried for her.But she didn’t answer.The world could wait. It had stolen from her once. It had taken away a child, a truth, five entire years.It wouldn't steal how she processed it now. Because he was alive. Her baby was alive.This was not a dream. This was not a hallucination her grief made real.Aaric.Her baby had cried. He had breathed. He had existed beyond the hospital bed and white sheets, beyond blood and loss. He was real.A sound escaped her. A soft, foreign sound. A sob that echoed off the dark walls. She clutched a baby blanket she had never thrown away, her tears finally fell free. Tears of a mother. Tears of a woman who had dreamt

Florence was painted in gold and orange when they arrived. The sun dripped over terracotta rooftops and narrow alleyways like liquid amber, but for Lucian and Isla, the beauty of the city was lost under the weight of secrets they had come to reveal.Their hotel was discreet and tucked between a quiet art gallery and a perfumery. But even there, safety felt like suffocation.Lucian stood by the window, staring at the sky. “He’s maybe here,” he murmured, more to himself than to Isla or Leo. He wished it was real. He wished their child would be here.Isla, curled in a linen chair nearby, flipped through the file Leo had compiled. “Joshua Williams used a private jet five months ago from Denmark to Florence. The jet belonged to a shell company under Claire’s name indirectly.”Leo leaned against the wall. “My source says the final destination wasn’t a clinic. It was a private villa two hours from the city. It is a remote and private villa.”“What more did you find?” Lucian asked.Leo’s lips

The wind outside cracked like glass against the penthouse windows. The sky was a wall of blurred lights and smoky darkness, but the fire in Lucian Blackwell's chest outshone it all.He was soaked in sweat despite the chill weather. Blood crusted near his collarbone where Joshua's bullet had grazed him.But none of that mattered to him.Joshua Williams was dead. And with him, another piece of the puzzle had died. Another link towards his son was gone.Lucian gripped the edge of the glass table in his office, trying to steady himself. Isla stood across from him, equally rattled but still controlled, her arms folded tightly over her chest."He killed himself," she said after a moment. "Right in front of us."Lucian's jaw flexed. "He was never going to talk. Claire had already made sure of that."Leo leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his shirt splattered from the mess. His expression was unreadable."He was a dead man the second he agreed to meet us," Leo muttered. "That much was cle

New York rain always seemed louder at night. Isla sat in her penthouse library, the city lights blinking against the windows like warnings she didn’t know how to read well.A fire crackled in the corner of her place.Lucian had left barely an hour ago, after another tense meetingto. She hadn't shouted at him this time. Infact there was only silence between them now. The kind od silence that carved space between them, yet tethered them to something neither of thsn could abandon at all.Her phone buzzed. It was a message from her CFO and best friend, Elena. “You might want to know what your golden investor is doing at this hour.” Elena had written.There was a blurry photo attached.It was Leo standing outside an unfamiliar townhouse. Talking to someone. The timestamp said it was 12:46 a.m.And he wasn’t alone.There was a woman with him. Brunette, tall and familiar.Isla frowned, squinting at the grainy image for a moment.Elena texted her again. “She works at a cybersecurity firm Cl

The air in Milan was thick with anticipation.Lucian and Isla stood outside the aging stone villa tucked deep into the countryside, far from the city’s chatter. The gate was rusted but secure and safe, the estate was vast and eerily quiet. According to Lucian’s sources, this was where Claire had hidden Aaric for nearly two years, after illegally adopting him under a fabricated name from the private center when he was transferred to the centre from the orphanage.Lucian's jaw was tight, his fists clenched at his sides with rage at Claire. Isla, beside him, carried a fire in her eyes so bright it could reduce stone to ash."You ready?" Lucian asked.Isla nodded. "I’ve been ready for five years."The door was opened by a short, grey-haired woman with sharp eyes and a reserved expression. She wore a long wool coat, her posture impeccable despite her age but her expression softened as she looked at the couple."You must be Mr.. Blackwell. I've seen your pictures in this villa " she said to