Semua Bab Revenge On My Ex-husband With His Ruthless Mafia Brother : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Caleb’s POV:She just fucking walked away.And the craziest part? The part I can't help but admit? She was right to.God, I felt it the second she stepped out of that car. The flashes went wild, the whispers started, and there she was—Delilah. But not the girl I left. Not the woman who once cried into my chest, begging for honesty, for loyalty, for the things I’d always refused to give her.And I hated how much I wanted her in that moment.I shouldn’t have come. I told myself I was just curious, wanted to see who the new face of Aetherion was. To really see– in case this was all some sick joke. But it was true. A painful harsh truth. She's more powerful than me. God, I missed her even though I’d destroyed her. I had no right to feel it, but I was jealous. Bitterly, sickeningly jealous. And it's so marveling. I didn't truly want her. There's Cheryse and my child, but the moment she left, the moment she slipped from my grasp, I've been craving her maddeningly.She didn't even acknowle

General POV: Delilah stepped out of the elevator and into the dimly lit rooftop hall. Her soaked heels clicked against the polished marble as she made her way through the private corridor, the thunder echoing softly behind her. Her dress clung to her like liquid skin, every inch of her soaked, humiliated, furious—and yet, inexplicably drawn.She thought she’d find him waiting alone on the roof but instead, two broad-shouldered men in black stood at the glass doors of the rooftop lounge. One of them gave her a polite nod.“He’s waiting inside,” the taller one said. “But the rain’s too rough. He had the terrace cleared. Room’s down the hall.”Delilah frowned, glancing at the storm raging beyond the glass. Lightning flashed. So this was intentional. He moved the battlefield to somewhere more concealed…somewhere anything could happen.Shit.She turned toward the room the guards gestured to, trying not to think too much. She's going to demand for keys and nothing else. What's that bullcra

Caleb’s POVI stormed out before I did something reckless..My palms were sweating, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. I needed to get away—from Thorne’s smug voice, from Delilah’s parted lips, from the sound of her choking on him like I never existed. Damn, that burned. My phone was still vibrating in my pocket. Nonstop. I knew it had to be Cheryse. I finally yanked it out, ready to snap at her, until I saw the unread messages.Ten. Fifteen. More!!I scrolled. Her first words hit me like a punch to the chest.“Caleb, answer your goddamn phone.”“I pulled off a miracle for you. So why the fuck are you doing this!!”“You’ve got a meeting. With him.”I blinked. Heart stuttering.“Ares. Fontaine. Did you see him? “My stomach dropped. No. Fucking. Way. I actually forgot.That centure capitalist god, billionaire ghost investor, the one name that could resurrect everything I was losing was here, and I was busy walking in on my ex-wife with my brother. Fucking hell. I feel so stupid!! What i

Delilah’s POV NEXT DAY… I woke up with a headache that felt like it had been simmering in the back of my skull since the night before. After the chaos at the party, the rooftop, Caleb, Thorne, I didn’t have the energy to argue when the driver pulled up outside my villa and silently opened the door. I slid inside, every part of me numb– yes , my body moved, but my mind didn’t. Everything blurred into a long, dreamless sleep the moment I hit my bed. Now, sunlight was spilling through the windows. The city sounded normal again, but nothing about me felt normal. And I knew it would never be since I've succumbed to those pleasures. I rolled over, reached for my phone on the nightstand, and stared at it. The same phone that Thorne bugged. The same phone he used to send a fake message. The same phone that made Caleb walk in and see things that weren’t his to see anymore. Gosh, I was so pissed. The fuck is wrong with Thorne? That was offensive as hell. Calling him to walk in on us lik

Delilah’s POV Something crazy is about to happen. I can feel it– because why would that SUV follow me for the last ten minutes! My eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, my heart racing. I switched lanes. It followed. My pulse picked up. This isn't good. The person behind the wheel is unrecognizable. But what if I'm overthinking this? It could just be an innocent, harmless person…. Right? “Fucking shit…” I whispered, gripping the wheel tighter. I turned off the main road, hoping to lose it in the narrow streets toward West Grove. But it followed again. My heart thundered, and my thoughts were racing. I glanced at my phone. It was on the passengers seat. I was tempted to pick it and call Thorne…. Then, suddenly, my car jerked violently to the right. Ohhhh shit!!! I barely kept control before the dashboard lit up with a flat tire alert. No. No. No. This isn't happening to me right now. I veered off the road and slammed on the brake. I opened the door, shoes hitting pavement hard