All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Convenient Ex-Wife : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I woke up tangled in silk sheets and regret.The first place I looked was the couch where Dominic slept in every night.Who knew the most formidable man in the country would let a woman take his bed?The morning sun spilled through the high windows in pale, perfect lines. The mansion was quiet—unnaturally so, like it was holding its breath after the storm that was Lydia Blackwood.Her words still burned behind my eyes.Leverage gets people killed.I sat up slowly, cradling my stomach with one hand, and leaned back against the headboard. I’d survived the Reynolds. I could survive her. But the way she’d looked at me—not just with hatred, but with calculation—unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.She wasn’t some unhinged socialite with too much money and too little empathy.She was a strategist.And she wanted me gone.Not just her, the Reynolds will do anything to erase my existence too.My life is at stake right now.The knock on the door was light but firm.Jules peeked in a secon

Dead silence stretched like a held breath.Someone gasped, probably shocked that I would talk to a luxury event planner like that. Or just shocked that I had a back bone.I didn’t care.Jules coughed to hide what was definitely laughter.Delacroix turned red from her hairline to her designer neckline."Well," she said stiffly, her composure cracking like old paint. "As you wish." She turned and click-clacked away in her heels, each step sounding like gunshots on marble."God, I adore you when you go ruthless on people," Jules whispered, voice full of vicious pride."That's just because you’re a bloodthirsty female but yeah, that makes two of us," I muttered, already moving on. There was too much work to waste time on self-pity.But then another woman approached, and something about her made me pause. She was curvy with dark hair that gleamed like silk and a smile that actually reached her eyes. Her name tag read Alea—Catering Director."Mrs. Blackwood," she said softly, respectfully,

"I think," Jules said slowly, "that timing is everything. And her timing is awfully convenient.""Jules—""I'll keep an eye on her," she said, her voice firm with protective determination. "Just in case.""You're being paranoid."Jules looked at me with the kind of expression that had kept me alive through Blake's betrayal and everything that followed."Trust me on this one," she said quietly. "You're fire, Scarlett. And women like that? They come carrying water, promising to help—right before they drown you with it."***Later that night, I emerged from the en suite wrapped in a silk robe that clung to my still-damp skin. My hair hung in dark waves down my back, and I could still feel the heat from my bath warming my bones. I walked toward the bed expecting nothing but cold sheets and my own restless thoughts.But Dominic was there.Leaning against the headboard like he owned not just the bed but the very air around it. Shirtless, all lean muscle and dangerous shadows, his legs cross

The ballroom was a golden cage designed to trap beautiful prey.Too loud. Too hot. Too many predatory eyes tracking my every movement, waiting for me to stumble, to bleed, to shatter into pieces they could feast on. The air tasted of expensive perfume and barely concealed malice, and I could feel the weight of a hundred conversations that stopped the moment I passed.My chest was getting tight, my breathing shallow. I needed to escape before I suffocated on all the fake smiles and venomous whispers.Slipping away from the crowd like smoke, I pushed through the side doors and stepped onto the garden terrace. The night air hit my overheated skin like a blessing, cool and clean after the suffocating atmosphere inside. A soft breeze whispered through the marble columns and set the crystal lanterns swaying from their wrought-iron arches, casting dancing shadows across the stone.The noise of the gala faded to a distant hum, replaced by the gentle symphony of chirping crickets and rustling

Before I could even process what was happening, Delilah was in front of me like a hurricane in emerald silk—wild-eyed, flushed, reeking of expensive gin and pure, undiluted rage.Her perfectly applied makeup was smudged, her elaborate updo coming loose, and there was something unhinged in her eyes that made my blood run cold."You think you can steal my night?" she shrieked, loud enough for half the ballroom to hear. "My man? My life? Again?"I opened my mouth to respond, to defend myself, but she was beyond reason.Her manicured nails—painted blood red to match her lipstick—dug into my wrist hard enough to draw blood."You're nothing!" she screamed, spittle flying from her lips. "A used-up whore who trapped Blake with lies and manipulation! You should have stayed buried!"And then she shoved me.Hard.With both hands and all the fury of a woman who'd lost everything and had nothing left to lose.I stumbled backward, my heels sliding on the polished marble, my arms windmilling as I tr