Semua Bab The CEO's Ex-wife Return As A Billionaire Heiress : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Lucas “Ignore them,” Sarah whispered beside me, her voice shaking.But I didn’t move my eyes from Tim. He swaggered over and stopped right in front of my desk, towering with that fake confidence bullies always wear like a crown.“You have the guts to come back to this school?” he sneered.I folded my arms across my chest and stared at him, fury burning in my eyes but not a single word leaving my lips. Silence always rattles people like him.“You dare look at me like that?” he barked louder, his face turning red. “And you have the nerve to be sitting down while I am talking?”The kids around us burst into laughter, their voices echoing like hyenas in the jungle.“Stop it, Tim, or I will report you to the school!” Sarah snapped, her cheeks flushed with anger.Tim and his gang roared with laughter. “Report me? To whom? Have you forgotten my mother is the director of this school?” His smirk stretched wide, and the class laughed even harder.So this is it? His mother’s power is his shield

Alex My hands gripped the edge of the seat so tightly my knuckles turned white. My voice trembled with rage as I barked at the driver.“Faster. Step on it!”Every second felt like a knife carving through my chest. My heart was pounding, heavy and fast, as if it wanted to tear itself free.Lucas’s voice still rang in my head... weak, trembling, crying. He said he locked himself in the director’s bathroom… because he was scared they would kill him.But who are they? What in God’s name happened to my boy?Is he sick? No. If he were sick, the school would have called men or Vanessa. But no one called. No one said a word. And now my son is crying on the phone, hiding like a hunted animal.I dragged my hand through my hair, frustration clawing at me. Why today? Why today of all days that he finally decided to go back to school?The thought made my blood boil. For weeks, he had refused to set foot here, and now that he did… something pushed him to tears.Lucas wasn’t the type to cry. Not

Chapter 55 AlexI stopped by the hospital before heading home with Phil. I couldn’t take any chances, I needed to be sure he was okay, that there was nothing I was missing. Sitting there, watching the nurse clean the bruises on his cheek and wrap his wrist, I felt my chest tighten. He winced, but he didn’t cry. My boy was strong, stronger than I had given him credit for.“Thank God you’re alright,” I whispered silently to myself. But deep down, I kept praying this wouldn’t scar him inside. Bruises heal… but the heart is another thing entirely.On our way back, I made a stop at Sweet Delights Café, the place he loved most. I got him his favorite ice cream. The moment it touched his hands, his face lit up and, for the first time that day, I saw him smile. The smile was as if someone pulled a heavy stone off my chest.By the time we got home, my relief didn’t last long. I stepped into the living room and found Vanessa pacing restlessly, her heels tapping on the marble floor.As soon as

EmilyI stared at my phone long after the call ended as Alex’s voice still lingered in my ears. Truth is, I didn't plan to call him at all. I fought with myself for hours. But when I remembered his conversation with his son during one of our meetings and the panic in his eyes, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Something in his tone, the way he cared, the way the boy’s voice trembled… it stirred something inside me. That was why I fought against my better judgment and called him.I sigh heavily as I set my phone down on the table, pushing away the lingering warmth in my chest. I picked up my fork again and forced myself to finish the rest of my lunch. Each bite felt heavy, my mind replaying that small smile I heard in Alex’s voice when he realized it was me.Just then, Rose walked in quietly, her presence snapping me back to reality. She cleared the plates without a word, her usual grace filling the room. I gave her a faint smile, though my thoughts were still miles away.Shaking my

AlexI walked out of my room with my chest burning with anger. How could Vanessa be this wicked and selfish? I was supposed to be the one angry at her for preparing such a disgusting meal, yet I held myself back. Instead of apologizing for nearly serving poison, she has the guts to mess the whole room and demand I apologize?What audacity.She didn’t even care about the well-being of her own child. What kind of mother acts like that? If she knew what was good for her, she would clean that mess before I returned, or else I would throw her out today. After all, our so-called marriage was already null and void. The only reason I haven't sent her packing is because of Phil. But if she dared to show she didn’t care about him, then I would have no second thought.I walked downstairs, still fuming, when my eyes landed on Phil sitting on the couch, his nose buried in a book. The sight melted my anger instantly.“I thought you hated reading anything that has to do with business?” I asked c