All Chapters of UGLY? No More!: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The moment the jet’s wheels touched the runway, Elara felt her heart lighten just a little. The island stretched wide and green beneath the bright sun, sparkling water hugging its shores like something out of a travel magazine.For a moment, she allowed herself to breathe, really breathe, for the first time in days.The doors opened, warm air rushing in with the scent of salt, flowers, and something soft and familiar.But then she saw it.People.Groups of them.Moving around with an energy that didn’t feel casual at all.White tents fluttered. Lanterns were being strung up. Tables were being carried. Decorative fabrics billowed in the breeze. It looked like preparations, not for a party but for something significant.Elara slowed down on the steps of the jet, eyes narrowing. “Julian,” she whispered, almost stunned, “is… is there some sort of ceremony happening here?”Julian, walking ahead with Milo on one arm and Mira on the other, didn’t even glance back. “People come here all the

Leonard swallowed hard. He knew this was coming.“I took a DNA test,” he said carefully, watching her reaction. “I got the results. They came back negative. Mira isn’t my daughter, Diana.”She blinked.Then she laughed, a slow, manic laugh that rose like steam from a cracked pot.“You fool.”“Diana...”“Lila!” she shrieked. “Lila had someone alter the results. She’s terrified of you knowing the truth. You think she wouldn’t? She was always scared Mira wasn’t hers to claim.”Leonard stared at her, heart dropping.“Diana,” he said quietly, “do you hear yourself? Do you hear how far gone this sounds?”“Mira is yours,” she hissed, stepping closer, breath shaking. “Whether the paper says it or not. Lila is the one who manipulated everything. Not me.”“Then why didn’t you ask for another test?” Leonard asked, voice rising in frustration. “Why didn’t you fight for the truth earlier?”“Because you were useless to me then!” she screamed. “You couldn’t give me what I needed. But now...”She cut

Leonard was going to take her back.He didn’t waste another second.He pushed out of the building entirely, stepping into the sharp afternoon air like a man possessed. His head was pounding, his pulse too loud, his thoughts racing with one singular purpose:Find them.His fingers flew across his phone screen.He dialed a private number, one he never used unless a situation demanded absolute confidentiality.It rang once.“Boss?” a voice answered immediately, alert.Leonard didn’t bother with greetings.He didn’t have the patience.He didn’t have the breath for anything except the truth clawing at him.“I need you to find someone,” Leonard said, voice low, tight. “Now. No delays. No excuses.”“Who?”“Julian Cross.”The silence on the other end lasted less than a second.Then...“Yes, sir.”“And he’s not alone,” Leonard continued, pacing back and forth beside his car as the adrenaline sharpened every nerve. “He left the country. He took Elara and the kids, my daughter, with him.”His me

The grandmothers followed after them, fussing softly.Leaving Julian and Elara alone.The silence stretched.Then Julian said simply, “We’ll only be here a few days. Until the situation dies down.”Elara nodded. “I know. It’s just… surreal. All of it.”He stepped closer. “You’re safe here. The kids are safe. Nothing touches you on this island.”His voice, usually cool and controlled, carried something else now, something deep. Determined. Protective.Elara swallowed.“I’m grateful,” she whispered. “Really. After the headlines and the attacks and… everything… this feels like breathing again.”Julian nodded once.But there was more behind his eyes.She could feel it.“Julian… about those decorations...”“It’s not a wedding,” he said immediately, hands raised.She did not ask if it was a wedding.Which only made her more suspicious.“…But it’s something,” she insisted.“It is,” he admitted quietly. “And you’ll know soon.”She opened her mouth, but a sharp knock sounded as the villa manag

That evening, the island glowed.As the sun dipped, soft lanterns flickered to life along the wooden pathways, leading toward a private cove Julian had forbidden anyone, especially Elara, from exploring earlier.Warm lights shimmered on the water, and petals drifted along the sand, carried by the breeze.Inside the villa, Mira and Milo were dressed in matching tropical outfits chosen by the grandmothers, who were acting like they had known the children for years, smothering Milo with affection at every chance they got.He soaked in all the attention with big blinking eyes, confused but happy.Mira held his hand proudly, as if she was the senior sibling guiding him through his first royal event.Julian appeared at the door.“Alright,” he said, adjusting his collar, “everyone ready?”Mira crossed her arms immediately. “Daddy…” she dragged out the word suspiciously, “why are you sweating?”Julian froze.The grandmothers turned.Elara hid a smile behind her hand.Julian cleared his throat