The Billionaire's Ex-wife is untouchable now のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

The soft winds of late autumn danced through the city, but Isla’s unease wasn’t due to the chill in the air. It started subtly. A car parked too long outside Aaric’s new school. A man in a hoodie with no child of his own loitering by the gates. And then, the woman.Aaric, smiling and clutching his art folder, had just stepped out of the classroom when the woman approached. She was stylishly dressed, pretending to be part of the school board. Her tone was friendly, her smile polite… but Isla saw her lean in too close.From the other side of the playground fence, Isla’s heart clenched. She strode over quickly, her heels sharp against the pavement.“Excuse me,” Isla’s voice was calm but commanding. “May I know who you are?”The woman didn’t expect to be confronted. Her lips twitched. “Oh, I’m with the -”“Board members are introduced to parents beforehand,” Isla cut in coldly, standing protectively between Aaric and the stranger. “And we never discussed any visits today.”The woman’s exp

The headlines were fire.And Leo was the match.“ISLA MONTGOMERY TO FLEE THE COUNTRY WITH SON ! Trouble in Paradise?”“Sources Say Isla is Preparing Custody Papers Behind Lucian Blackwell’s Back”“From CEO’s ex-Wife to Runaway business woman ! What is Isla Montgomery Hiding?”Each article was laced with carefully planted “details” all fed by an anonymous insider claiming to be a concerned ex-employee from Blackwell Corporations.In reality, it was Leo’s PR mole. And the media? They drank it all like wine.He watched the chaos unfold from his private penthouse in Florence, swirling a glass of aged red as the world started doubting the powerful Lucian Blackwell. “Let them think he’s losing control,” Leo whispered to himself.“Let them believe Isla is mine to protect.”***It began with a letter.It didn't have any name or any return address.Just six words scribbled in untidy black ink: “He will destroy you again.”Then came the second. “Run, before he takes Aaric too.”Isla stared a

The penthouse was dark.It was not because the night had fallen, but because Isla had drawn every blind, shut every curtain, and locked herself away from the world long before the sun began to dip beneath Milan’s skyline.The city outside still glittered like stars with shop lights, speeding cars, lovers walking arm-in-arm but none of that warmth reached her. Not anymore.Inside, the air felt thick, like it was holding its breath.She sat curled into the corner of the cream sofa, a blanket wrapped around her like armor. The only sound was the faint hum of the refrigerator in the open-plan kitchen, and somewhere down the hall, the quiet shuffle of Aaric’s footsteps as he played in his room.Her phone was face down on the coffee table. She hadn’t touched it all day except to silence it. The notifications had become relentless with news alerts, emails, social media tags. Each one was another dagger.ISLA MONTGOMERY HIDES FROM MEDIA STORM. WHAT IS SHE GUILTY OF?CEO TURNED RECLUSE: SECRE

The morning air in the city was cool but heavy, like the calm before a storm.Isla stood frozen before her phone, her eyes fixed on the screen as a news alert flashed with a cruel inevitabilityBREAKING: EXCLUSIVE - The New Photograph of the Heir and his wealthy ex - wife's ’ Son EXPOSED: AARIC MONTGOMERY BLACKWELL IN PRIVATE PHOTOSThe headline was accompanied by a grainy, stolen photo of Aaric, his small face caught mid-laugh, eyes wide and innocent, the kind of image no parent should ever see splashed across the news.Isla’s heart clenched in pain.This wasn’t just an invasion anymore. This was a violation of everything she was trying to protect.She didn’t hesitate.Grabbing her coat, she stormed out of the penthouse without a word to anyone.The city streets blurred around her as she made her way to the law firm where her most trusted attorney waited. The crisp lines of the building felt cold, unyielding, a reminder of the battle ahead.Inside the sleek office, she barely gave a

The rain drummed steadily against the tall windows of Isla's huge and opulent penthouse like a steady, soothing rhythm that filled the silence between them.Inside, the world felt heavy with everything unsaid and unspoken. Isla and Lucian sat side by side on the leather couch, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched, yet an invisible barrier held them apart.Neither spoke for a long moment, just letting the sound of rain wash over them, their breaths mingling in the quiet room.Finally, Isla broke the stillness, her voice barely above a whisper.“There were nights in the past after our marriage,” she began slowly, eyes fixed on the raindrops tracing lazy paths down the glass, “when Claire used to taunt me.”Lucian’s jaw tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her continue.“I never told you,” she admitted, “because… I didn’t want you to see me as a weak woman. K didn't want you to see me as a fragile woman who couldn't protect herself.”Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of