All Chapters of The CEO's Ex-wife Return As A Billionaire Heiress : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AlexI drove into the driveway and parked in the parking lot, but for a moment, I didn’t move. My hands stayed on the steering wheel as my eyes stared at the familiar front door like it was the entrance to a war zone.This is my house. My own home, but funny enough… I am scared to go in at all because of Vanessa. Or rather… because of what happened in my office.I have been calling her since she left my office with anger, to explain to her that it's not what she thinks but she wasn't picking up.I sighed heavily and rubbed my temple. “God… I’m in this mess because of you, Mom,” I muttered under my breath.Finally, I pushed the door open and stepped out. My guards moved forward immediately, bowing slightly.“Welcome back, sir,” one of them said.I gave a brief nod and handed over my car keys before making my way up the front steps. My chest felt tight with tension.As soon as I stepped into the living room, I scanned the space for Vanessa, but I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn't

Alex I froze mid-breath the moment I saw Emily. She walked into the restaurant with a bright smile on her beautiful face, her beauty so natural, it punched the air right out of my lungs. But my stomach twisted when I saw the man beside her. Not just any man. Nathaniel Carta. That arrogant bastard. My jaw tightened as he reached for her hand, guiding her toward the staff who bowed and greeted them like royalty. Even the manager scurried over to show them to a private room. God, watching Nathaniel hold her hand made my blood boil with jealousy. No one touches what’s mine. And then, My heart almost jumped out of my throat when our eyes met. For a split second, it felt like the world stopped. But she looked away, pretending not to know me and kept walking. That hurt more than I wanted to admit. I wanted to go and meet her, to hear her beautiful voice but I knew Emily wouldn't speak not be. And the last thing I want is to be disgrace by Emily in the presence of Nathaniel. “

Alex I turned the car around and drove back to the office. I have to finalize a few things before tomorrow. The contract was clear: starting tomorrow, I would be working with Emily. The thought alone sent a strange mix of excitement and nervousness through me. I couldn’t afford to mess this up. Not for my company. Not for myself. Once I got to the office, I buried myself in work. I sorted through files, signed papers, and prepared everything I would need for tomorrow. I wanted everything to be perfect. I don't want any distractions. This is a golden opportunity, and I couldn’t let it slip through my hands. I was so engrossed with work that I completely forgot about Phil’s earlier call until my phone suddenly lit up with his name. “Shit,” I muttered, snatching it up quickly. “Hey, buddy, sorry I...” “You said you were close to the house, Dad,” Phil’s soft voice cut through, and the disappointment in it hit me like a knife. Guilt twisted inside me. “I’m sorry, son. Somet

Lucas “Do you have any siblings? A sister? A brother?” I asked, my voice still shaky as I stared at the boy who looked exactly like me. Phil shook his head weakly. “No… I don’t have any. I’m an only child.” “Oh… I see,” I muttered, but my heart didn’t believe it. How could this be? The boy in front of me isn't just similar to me, he is me. Same eyes, same height, same everything. It is impossible, and yet here he is, breathing, standing, real. Phil coughed again, his shoulders trembling, and before I knew it, my hand was on his back, patting him gently. “Easy… sorry,” I whispered. There's something about him that made my chest tighten. He looked fragile, sick, like life itself had been too cruel to him. Seeing him like this stirred a pain in me I couldn’t explain. It felt personal, as if his suffering belonged to me too. “Your clothes are wet,” I said when I noticed the stains and how his body shivered. “I think you should take it off before you get colder.” He gave me a fai

LucasI couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t belong here, and the longer I stayed, the worse this madness would get. And what about Phil? God, what if he were searching for his guards right now? The boy looked sick and weak. He needed care, not to be left alone.I needed to get out of here fast.But the guards wouldn’t listen, and the servants looked at me like I was some ghost they had to tolerate. They ignored my words as if I were air. Fine. If they wouldn’t let me leave, I would make them regret trapping me here.“Ahhhh!!!” I suddenly yelled, my voice echoing through the house. “I don’t want to stay here! Let me go! I need to see my mother!”I screamed louder, pouring every ounce of frustration into my voice, making sure everyone in this cursed house heard me.The servants rushed in, startled, their wide eyes fixed on me. But I wasn’t stopping. I grabbed the nearest flower vase and smashed it against the floor. It shattered into a hundred pieces, and the sound was like thunder in t