All Chapters of The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Wants Revenge : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine rolled onto her side, her body sinking into the mattress, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her like an invisible force she couldn’t escape. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the seams of her pillow, as if keeping them occupied would somehow stop her mind from spiraling further into the mess she was trying to ignore. She had spent hours lying here, staring at the ceiling, shifting restlessly, willing herself to think about anything else—but it was no use. Zayn’s presence had invaded her thoughts so thoroughly, so annoyingly, that no matter how much she tried to convince herself that it didn’t matter, it was clear that it did. She sighed, turning onto her back again, her eyes fixed on the small crack in the ceiling she had never paid much attention to before. He had been so close to her lately. Not just physically, but emotionally. The teasing, the banter, the way he looked at her in those fleeting moments when neither of them were speaking—th

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine pushed open the door to a small diner tucked between two larger storefronts, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries wrapping around her the moment she stepped inside. The space was quiet, the soft murmur of conversation blending with the faint hum of jazz music playing in the background. She didn’t look around, didn’t take in the details of the other patrons seated at nearby tables. Instead, she moved instinctively toward an empty booth by the window, slipping into the seat with a quiet exhale, her fingers still curled tightly around the book she had just purchased. The moment she sat down, she realized how tense she was. Her shoulders were stiff, her breathing uneven, the weight of frustration still pressing heavily against her chest. Seeing Castiel had shaken her, more than she wanted to admit, more than she was willing to process. She turned her gaze toward the window, watching the steady movement of people passing by, the city carryin

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Hailey paced across the room, her movements quick, sharp, filled with frustration that had no immediate outlet. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, fingers pressing into her skin as if trying to ground herself against the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "I hate her," she muttered, shaking her head as she made another turn, her steps firm against the wooden floor. "She thinks just because she works for a rich man, she can talk down to everyone like we’re beneath her." Nathan sat back on the couch, watching her with mild amusement, the invitation still loosely held between his fingers. "You're really worked up about this, huh?" Hailey barely acknowledged his comment, too caught up in her thoughts. "I feel so sorry for her," she continued, voice edged with biting frustration. "She worships these people like they’re untouchable, like being around them makes her important. But the same rich people she bends over backward for? They wouldn’t think tw

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine sat at her desk, fingers gliding across the keyboard as she carefully structured her email to Noirvanti Fashion. The offer was tempting—sending them a few of her designs in exchange for a generous payout—but she knew she had to present them just right, making sure her ideas stood out among the dozens of submissions they likely received. Just as she finished reviewing her draft, a familiar presence breezed into the room. Hailey, full of energy, held up two stunning dresses, each shimmering under the light, their fabrics luxurious and enticing. "So," Hailey began, eyes glinting with mischief, "which one is going to make it easier for me to snag my very own billionaire daddy?" Katherine blinked at her, amusement flickering across her face as she leaned back slightly in her chair, taking in the options. The first dress was sleek, elegant, a statement of sophistication—the kind of dress worn at high-society galas, designed to turn heads with quiet authori

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•Katherine spent the night at Zayn's place, on his bed. It was cold outside due to the rain that had fallen at night. Smiling to yourself, she buried deeper in the covers and into her main source of heat, who was still snoring softly as he enjoyed his rare day off’s from work.Twisting to your side, Katherine cupped Satoru’s face, feeling warmth blossom from her chest and onto her palms. He looked so pretty like this – dark hair and lashes relaxed, dusting just above his eyelids and his glossy lips still moisturized even from the biting cold.Katherine ran a thumb to his lips, thinking how unfair it was that he looked so ethereal even when asleep.Tempting, he was, especially since his arm was lazily draped over the curves of her hips, large, rough hands cupping her ass even if he’s in dreamland. You wondered what he’s thinking about – you, perhaps? hopefully even if it was doubtful. But, It would be a shame if he had something else in mind, and in a sudden wave of jealo