All Chapters of Billionaire Regrets: Loving a Substitute Ex-Wife: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“Let Alice go! Who are you?” Morgan shouted, pointing his gun at one of the masked men. “Try anything and I’ll kill this woman,” the man threatened. “All right… what do you want?” Marcel asked again. The grip on Alice’s arm tightened as they continued to threaten her. Panic surged through Marcel, but Alice struggled desperately to break free. Using all her strength, she bit the hand of the masked man. Alice managed to run as soon as she bit him, sprinting towards Marcel. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. The bullet was aimed at Marcel, but he swiftly dodged it and fired back, hitting one of the masked men. At that moment, Morgan emerged from another direction, his cold aura spreading even through the darkness. A Glock 19 was in his hand. Rage burned inside him at the sight of the woman he loved trembling in fear. “Morgan, help me!” Alice cried out as she was captured again.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Morgan asked again, keeping Alice behind him. “Marcel… I’ll say it again. Don’t you dare fight back. I’ve already surrounded you,” the man replied. “I’m not Marcel… have you got the wrong person?” Morgan said. The man did not bother to talk further. He immediately pointed his gun at them, yet Morgan and Alice quickly ducked. “Down, Alice!” Morgan shouted, pulling her to crouch beside him as the gun was already aimed at them, the bullet flying and striking the wall behind them. The sound of the shot was deafening. The bullet sped fast. They were one of Victor’s men, sent to take revenge for his defeat during the golden key incident. They thought Morgan was Marcel, and they knew Alice was Marcel’s weakness. They wanted to shoot Alice to disturb Marcel.

Day after day stretched into weeks, and Marcel searched every corner of the city, checking every possible location where someone might have seen the three of them, yet his efforts yielded nothing. He even went to Morgan's ex-wife's house, but no trace was ever found. "Where are you actually, Alice? Why have you, Morgan, and Alvin vanished? I have tracked your whereabouts, but I never found you," Morgan shouted in anguish. Just then, his subordinate approached him, followed closely by Charles Lorenzo. "Why have you come to the house?" Morgan asked his adoptive father. "Why have you just been idle at home for nearly two months? What is the matter?" Lorenzo demanded. "My woman is gone, and I have no news of her. Morgan and Alvin too," the man replied. "You are a strong man; if that woman ran away, it means she doesn't love you. Focus on your business as the Mafia King here.

"I truly want to possess you entirely, Alice. Sign these papers quickly! After that, we can return to London," Morgan urged, his tone demanding but laced with a promise. Alice stared at the file in her hands—the official Divorce Papers from a London court. Freedom from Marcel, and the freedom to return to London, were wrapped up in those few sheets of paper. "Are you serious? You're not lying?" Alice craned her neck upward, looking at Morgan's face beside her. She searched for a lie, a trace of the deceit she always used to find in his eyes in the past, but now, all she saw was pure obsession, and somehow, that felt more honest than a sweet lie. "Of course. Once you have divorced Marcel, I will restore your freedom. We will return to London. Alvin deserves a normal life," Morgan replied seriously, his face very calm but still appearing cold as usual. That promise, to grant her w

The cold seawater crashed against Alice's face. The small, fragile boat overturned with a loud sound, sliced through by the immense wave generated by the brutal manoeuvre of the black vessel that had cut across their path. Alice felt herself and Alvin being flung into the air before landing in the dark, deadly water. "No... help me! Please save my son!" Alice screamed, her voice choked and swallowed by the roar of the waves. Alice struggled fiercely against the water, anxiously searching for Alvin, who had slipped from her embrace. The darkness of the night, the swirling waves, and the sheer terror of being surrounded by those foreign vessels constricted her lungs. She saw Alvin floating, gasping, clinging to a piece of the capsized boat wreckage. As Alice tried to swim towards her son, an intensely bright spotlight from the black ship illuminated them. From beyond the dazzling light, a cold, sharp,