All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The morning sky was a bleak sheet of pewter, clouds crawling sluggishly over the London skyline like a threat not yet spoken. Isla stood in the large glass foyer of her company’s headquarters, staring down at the neat rows of file folders Elena had placed in front of her. Her coffee sat untouched. Her heels clicked against the marble floor with a sharp finality as she turned, eyes scanning the names.Each file was a woman. They had searched for more women who were silenced by Claire.Each name was a story. A story of silence. Of a bruise hidden beneath a designer sleeve. Of a career quietly ended because Claire Blackwell said so.And Isla was done staying silent."They’re scared," Elena said, her tone brisk but sympathetic. She’d worn black today, like armor. Isla glanced at her friend, her CFO, her confidante, her bulldog in heels and gave a small nod."Let them be," Isla replied, picking up one of the folders. "Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s acting despite it."***The conf

The grand courtroom smelled like old mahogany and polished authority. Floor-to-ceiling windows allowed weak sunlight to spill across the wooden panels, but even the light seemed too afraid to touch the drama unfolding inside.Isla Montgomery sat at the plaintiff's side in an elegant navy suit, her stormy grey eyes unreadable, jaw locked with quiet fury. Lucian Blackwell was beside her, dressed in his signature charcoal Armani. But for once, the suit didn’t look like armor. There was vulnerability in the tight set of his mouth, the subtle way his hand reached beneath the table, brushing lightly against hers. Isla didn’t move away.Across the courtroom sat Claire Blackwell, serene in icy white, her sharp cheekbones pulled high with smug satisfaction. Her legal team buzzed around her, confident and cutthroat.The bailiff called the court to order.“All rise for Judge Marianne Dalton.”As the judge entered, silence fell. Isla's heart thudded loudly against her ribcage. This wasn't just ab

The air outside the courthouse was sharp with tension. Cameras lined the streets. Microphones bristled like weapons. Reporters jostled for position. But the real weapon wasn’t in their hands, it was in hers.Isla Montgomery stepped up to the podium with a calmness born from fire. Her navy coat fluttered in the wind, hair pinned back, but her voice clear, calm and unwavering was what froze the world.Beside her stood Lucian Blackwell in charcoal grey, fingers brushing the curve of her back as silent strength. Elena stood just off to the side, arms folded, watching the chaos they were about to unleash.“Thank you for coming,” Isla began, eyes meeting the crowd. “This isn’t a press conference today. It’s a reckoning.”She opened the file in her hand and held up the first document.“This,” she said, “is the hospital’s official birth record for Aaric Blackwell.”Cameras flashed at the files.She turned the page.“And this is the forged death certificate Claire Blackwell submitted hours lat

The courtroom was silent.Every breath was held, every eye trained on the judge as she picked up the final sheet of the verdict. Outside, the rain had stopped but the storm inside had just begun.Claire Blackwell sat poised, her hair immaculate, her pearls reflecting the cold lights above. Even now, she thought of herself as untouchable.But across the room, Isla sat with Aaric in her lap, her chin lifted like a queen returning to her rightful throne.Lucian stood behind her. Silent. Steady. And Changed.The judge cleared her throat. “We grant Aaric Blackwell's custody to his biological parents. After reviewing all presented evidence including surveillance footage, medical records, multiple witness statements, murdering of a doctor and the defendant’s own financial transactions, this court finds Claire Blackwell guilty on the following counts:Kidnapping of a minor.Forgery and tampering of medical records.Obstruction of justice.Coercion and workplace misconduct.Murder."The court

The morning light spilled softly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their estate. It was one of those quiet days with no meetings, no press, no chaos. Just Isla, Lucian, and Aaric. Their little family.Lucian had left his phone in the study. His emails were unanswered. For once, the world could wait as he wanted to spend all his moments with Isla and their son.In the garden, Isla laid out a brunch spread beneath the white canopy, waffles with berries, hot cocoa, fresh-cut fruit, and mini cheese sandwiches that Aaric had helped assemble, albeit a bit messily.Lucian watched them from a distance before joining them. His shirt sleeves rolled, his.hair tousled, eyes unguardedly soft.“This is what I never knew I wanted,” he whispered to Isla as she handed him a cup of coffee.She smiled, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “This is what we fought for.”Aaric climbed into Lucian’s lap, crumbs on his cheek. “Can we go to the lake again today, Papa? And feed the swans?”Lucian n