All Chapters of Billionaire Regrets: Loving a Substitute Ex-Wife: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Alice's Grief – Morgan's Fury Alice's words hung in the air of Morgan's study, sharp as shards of glass. She had returned, but it was not the Alice Morgan knew and loved. This Alice was cold, rigid, wrapped in a grief that had solidified into hatred. Morgan saw the fire burning in Alice's eyes, a flame threatening to consume everything they had left. He knew he could not allow Alice to return to that path of destruction. “I won’t let you do this, Alice,” Morgan said, his voice low but firm. He stepped forward, trying to take her hand, but Alice retreated. “You have no right to forbid me,” Alice retorted, her voice a near-whisper, yet full of force. “You have seen the price, Morgan. Three years of happiness—paid for with the life of a small angel. If we don't eliminate them now, we will live in fear forever. I would rather die than live like that again.” The grief for both of them was an unbearable weight, but they processed it in opposite ways. Alice chose rage, Morgan chose contr

Never Hurt My Woman Morgan had not been tied too tightly by Charles. As soon as Charles and his men left the confinement room, leaving a semi-conscious Morgan and a shocked Alice behind, his fighting instinct immediately took over. The pain in his head was nothing compared to the flame of fury that burned in his soul—anger over the loss of his daughter, and rage that Alice was threatened again. Morgan managed to free his wrists. He quickly checked on Alice, who was still tied to the chair. “Alice, we have to stay calm. We need to get out of here,” Morgan whispered, his eyes scanning the room. “Morgan, you have to leave,” Alice said, tears welling up again. “He wants you dead. Go and protect Alvin. I will hold out.” “No,” Morgan cut in firmly, while untying Alice. “I already made the mistake of thinking we were safe. I won't make the mistake of leaving you. We go together.” Morgan knew that trying to fight 50 of Charles's men alone was suicide. He used this short window of time to

Finally I Found You Six months had passed, but for Morgan, time felt as if it had stopped on the day Alice vanished. Everything at home felt empty. Alvin had become increasingly silent, spending most of his time studying, a cold escape from reality. Meanwhile, Morgan had turned his grief and guilt into fuel for a relentless search. Although the official sea search had been called off, Morgan refused to give up. His conviction that Alice was still alive never wavered. If Charles had deliberately thrown Alice into the sea, it must have had a purpose, not merely to kill her. Charles wanted to torture Morgan, and the best way to torture him was by hiding his victim, allowing Morgan to search in endless despair. Morgan began to follow the remnants of Charles’s untouched network. He worked alongside Bima, using intelligence they gathered from the forced interrogation of several of Charles’s former men. Morgan suspected that Alice might have been rescued from the sea and relocated somewher

Striking Charles – Vengeance Two months after Alice’s return, her leg was slowly beginning to heal. However, the wounds in her soul and Morgan’s remained. Morgan had returned to work, but he was no longer the calm, level-headed CEO. He was a general driven by a single, singular objective: to make Charles pay. Morgan knew that his vengeance in the warehouse—beating Charles—was not enough. Charles, now in a supermax prison facility on charges of kidnapping and conspiracy, was still smirking. Morgan was certain Charles was still controlling his henchmen from behind bars. The death of their daughter and the kidnapping of Alice were devastating blows, and Morgan would not rest until Charles’s entire network, and Charles himself, were utterly destroyed. Morgan gathered Bima and his core team in the study, which was now repurposed as an operations headquarters. Alice, sitting in a wheelchair, participated. Though Morgan initially forbade it, Alice insisted. “I want to see this finished

Explosives for Mr Charles Morgan left Charles's isolation cell in a state of burning rage. He had launched a legal and financial war, but Charles's confession about the intergenerational cycle of revenge, Marcel, and the murder of his parents, coupled with the mockery of Alice, shattered Morgan's fortress of control. The cold justice of the system felt like an insult to the devastation Charles had inflicted. He contacted Bima, giving very specific and secret instructions, bypassing the bureaucracy he had established. “Cancel the official transfer,” Morgan commanded over an encrypted line. “I want Charles moved tonight. To our old warehouse facility near the north pier. Inform the guards he is an asset that needs to be isolated before a final interrogation.” “But Sir, the original plan was to let the law—” “I know the original plan, Bima,” Morgan cut him off, his voice like ice. “The plan has changed. This is a direct order. I will handle it myself. I don't want a single trace left.