บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Ex-Dead Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

I turned toward the man with the paper, then the plane jolted and I almost grabbed Caden’s thigh for dear life.“Easy,” he murmured again. His cologne wrapped around me like sin in a bottle. “We’re just taking off.”“Thanks,” I muttered.I turned back.Newspaper Man was shifting. His jaw, barely visible beneath the edge of the paper was ticking.No.It couldn’t be him.Could it?The flight went on in agonizing awareness.Caden scrolled his phone calmly, occasionally leaning close to explain some “business sites” we’d be visiting.I tried to pretend I wasn’t hyperaware of every movement behind me.Newspaper Man occasionally turned a page with the kind of hostile precision that could stab someone.At one point, the flight attendant leaned over me to offer champagne, brushing close to Caden.RIP.I swear I heard the newspaper tear.Then from behind—Then the flight attendant squealed, “Mr. Salvatore! It’s really you—I’m such a fan…”His eyes flicked sharply toward me before he lifted the

DamianIt was him. Arianna’s husband.His hand closed around my wrist not violently, but with a grip that pinned me in place. He didn’t tell. Didn’t make a scene. Instead, he stilled, his eyes locking on mine with quiet, dangerous precision.“If you want him so badly,” he murmured, voice like a lethal sim, “why are you still wearing my ring?”The question hit harder than yelling ever could.“You can say his name all you want,” he went on, leaning in close enough that I could see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw, “but your body just reached for me.”I yanked my hand back like his skin had burned me. “It was a mistake.”His gaze didn’t waver. “Was it?” A ghost of a smirk tugged at his mouth. “Funny thing about mistakes, Arianna. They have a way of telling you exactly what you want to know.”Before I could respond, Caden’s voice sliced through the tension from across the room. “Go to sleep, it’s late.”And I did just that, because I was already so embarrassed.When morning final

Calm down, gentlemen,” I muttered, scanning the alley.No one in sight.No weapon, either.Great.“I loved it when you said you’d make me unable to use my joystick again,” the leader said, choking on his laughter. “Tell me, sweetheart… how do you plan to achieve that? On all three of us?”That threat was meant for Damian not these criminals.He reached for my hand. I slapped it away.That got him angry.“How dare you—”“You should be privileged he even takes a fancy to you,” another chimed in.I tilted my head, smiling sweetly. “Really? Do you actually want to see how I plan to make you unable to use it anymore?”The leader laughed. “Yes, yes. Show me, doll.”“Then maybe…” I lowered my voice, eyes flicking to his men. “You should make your little minions step back. A boss should always have first privilege, right?”One of them argued . “How dare…”“Smart girl,” the boss cut in, grinning through smoke. He exhaled right in my face. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t choke. Even when the smoke burn

Luggage clicks behind her like punctuation each wheel a crisp sentence saying: I’m back, and you’ll never catch up.She’s... pretty. Not in the fragile, youthful kind of way Vivian weaponizes, but the kind of beautiful that’s been earned. Mid-to-late forties, maybe, but polished, glowing, terrifying. All cheekbones and precision. The way she carries herself? Like the house already belongs to her. Like we do.I stare at her, dumbly.Is this Damian’s lover?But I thought age-gap romances were supposed to go the other way you know, emotionally unavailable older man, wide-eyes, rich and either the boss or best friend’s dad. Was this some kind of twisted reverse trope?“Hello,” I manage. “Who... may you be?”Vivian gasps. Actually gasps.“Shit. Was she someone I was supposed to know?”“Is this a joke?” she squeals, and suddenly she's running, heels clicking before launching herself into the woman’s arms.“Mom! You’re back!” she laughs, kissing both her cheeks like we’re in a European soap

I could feel his breath fanned on my earlobe.I swallowed my spit.“You’re really making this hard for me,” he growled softly.I froze, pulse hammering against my throat.“What… what do you mean?” My voice was barely a whisper.Was he going to bend me over, tie my hands with his tie and spank me so hard…then he’ll tell me don’t cum until I let you:He leaned in, close enough that I could smell that infuriatingly expensive cologne of his sharp, clean, masculine.“You think you can walk in here, all fire and claws, unbutton your shirt, then smile at me like that…” His thumb brushed against my wrist before he let go. “…and I’m supposed to stay professional?”My throat went dry. Not with lack of words but dry with thirst.“Mr. Voss—”“Caden,” he said, voice firm. “If you’re going to look at me like that, say my name.”I swallowed hard. “Caden.”Something dark flashed in his eyes.“Good girl.”Oh.I nearly choked on air.He smirked, obviously enjoying my reaction, before stepping back ju