All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex, I am more than an arranged marriage: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The storm had been building for days — silent, invisible, and far more personal than any war Lucian had ever fought.Dom sat in the corner of the dimly lit operations room, his sleeves rolled up, eyes ringed with exhaustion. The glow from the holographic map painted his face in cold blue light. He looked like a man chasing ghosts — and maybe he was.Eva leaned against the edge of the table, her arms folded, her expression half-skeptical, half-worried. “Dom,” she said softly, “you’ve been pacing around for hours. If there’s something you’re not telling us, now’s the time.”Dom ran a shaky hand through his hair and exhaled. “You’re right,” he said. “You both deserve the full story.”Lucian looked up from his terminal, his calm eyes masking the quiet tension that gripped the room.Dom’s voice dropped. “The new cartel — they’re calling themselves Cerberus. It’s not just a smuggling network. They’re controlling resource routes across the Atlantic, sabotaging shipments, manipulating the mar

The world finally exhaled.Cerberus was gone — the Architects dismantled, their ghostly influence buried under layers of truth and time. For the first time in years, the storm inside Lucian and Eva had quieted. They lived in rare peace now, not as fugitives or fighters, but as guardians — quiet, invisible, and human again.They’d traded coded transmissions for bedtime stories. Missions for laughter. The war had ended, and in its ashes, they found something worth protecting: each other… and their daughter, Ari.But peace, for people like them, was a fragile thing.It started on a night that should have been ordinary — elegant, bright, safe. A diplomatic gala, the kind of event that whispered of normalcy. Eva wore a flowing silver dress that caught the light like water, her hair pinned in soft curls. Lucian stood across the ballroom, polished in black, his eyes constantly scanning but finally, for once, relaxed.They were smiling. They were alive.Then the world flickered.It lasted bar

“Lucian, it’s happening again.”Eva’s voice cut through the dim light of the penthouse lab. The walls shimmered faintly, like glass bending in heat. Instruments buzzed, screens blinked nonsense data, and a faint hum rose from the floor.Lucian clenched his jaw, gripping the edge of the console. “I know. It’s stronger this time.”“It’s leaking.”He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The lights flickered again, and for one impossible second, every shadow in the room seemed to move in slow motion. Then—silence.Eva exhaled shakily. “Lucian, this isn’t just us anymore. Look.”She turned toward the window overlooking the city. The skyline below pulsed faintly, just once, like a heartbeat in the night.Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “You think it’s spreading?”“I don’t think. I feel it.” She touched her chest, then her temple. “Every time you push the energy, every time I try to stabilize it… it ripples.”He stared at her, torn between awe and dread. “And Ari?”Eva hesitated. “She’s changing, Lucia

From the outside, Isabelle Dubois looked like perfection carved in human form.Every move, every smile, every headline—calculated. Polished. Untouchable.Lucian often said, “She’s the kind of woman the world trusts instantly,” and he wasn’t wrong. Isabelle carried herself with the poise of someone who never stumbled, never broke, never once showed a crack in the marble.And that was exactly why Eva didn’t trust her.“Do you ever sleep?” Eva asked one morning, stepping into the office.Isabelle was already there—immaculate in a navy suit, typing with quiet precision.“I find rest overrated,” Isabelle replied, not looking up. “There’s always another crisis waiting at dawn.”Lucian smirked from behind his desk. “You sound like me five years ago.”“I take that as a compliment,” Isabelle said, finally meeting his gaze.Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. It never did.Eva tried to convince herself it was paranoia.That her unease around Isabelle came from stress, not intuition.But every time

The lab smelled of burnt metal and ozone. Screens still flickered from the power surge that had nearly blown out the quantum interface. Shattered glass glittered on the floor like frost. Somewhere deep in the system, a low hum persisted—a wounded machine trying to breathe.Eva stood in the middle of it, chest tight, heart hammering. She’d seen market crashes before, but nothing like this. Thorne Capital’s entire trade system had collapsed in seconds, erased by a surge that hadn’t come from any external source.It came from them.And Lucian knew it too.“You feel that?” Eva whispered. Her voice trembled as she stared at the residual light still pulsing faintly across the holographic screen. “It wasn’t the algorithm, Lucian. It was us.”Lucian didn’t answer at first. He stood motionless, hands pressed against the lab table, eyes on the shattered monitor. His reflection looked like someone she barely recognized—pale, shaken, stripped of the usual composure that made him so untouchable.“