All Chapters of RETURN OF MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Caleb Monroe looked breathtaking in his light green tuxedo. He smelled just like Cashmere Bouquet—the scent that always made Lauren's heart melt. She couldn’t stop smiling every time she looked at him.It was Granny Rosa’s birthday.Tomorrow, it would be Lauren’s.Granny Rosa was the only family Lauren had left, so they’d gone all out to make the celebration special. .Caleb had spared no expense, throwing a grand party right in the heart of Beverly Hills. He had promised her that tonight would be unforgettable—just like their other romantic nights. And it truly felt that way. Lauren was finally starting to forget the pain and loneliness of the past three years.The guests sang the birthday song joyfully. Granny Rosa beamed with happiness, her blonde hair styled in a neat beehive and soft makeup brightening her kind face. Lauren had done it all for Granny Rosa —her hair, her makeup, even her nails.Caleb had invited the best of the best—wealthy CEOs, respected business moguls, a

Caleb walked into his father’s private study, his heart beating faster than usual. The room smelled like old books and expensive brandy. His father, Jonathan Monroe, was sitting calmly behind his large desk, flipping through some papers like nothing in the world bothered him.But Caleb was bothered.Badly.He stood there for a moment, trying to steady his voice.Then he asked, “Did you have anything to do with the fire in LA... three years ago?”Jonathan didn’t even flinch. He looked up slowly, his eyes cool. “That’s quite a question, Caleb.”“It’s a serious one,” Caleb said firmly. “I need the truth.”Jonathan leaned back in his chair, a slow smirk forming on his lips. “And what makes you think I had anything to do with that?”“Because you got those defense contracts right after it happened,” Caleb said, stepping closer. “And because Whitmore Tech was destroyed the same week Monroe Systems took over everything.”Jonathan stood up now, calm but sharper. “There were other companies in

From the upstairs lounge, Lauren watched her store buzz with life.Stylists walked in and out of private fitting rooms, models tried on dresses, and assistants hurried around carrying garment bags. A photographer from Vogue was already setting up by the glass walls. The new sign for The Serena Fox Resort Collection had just gone up. In three days, the launch party would take place here.Lauren sat quietly with a cup of cold hibiscus tea in her hand. She hadn’t touched it in a while.The store looked beautiful. It wasn’t just a regular boutique anymore—it had become one of the top fashion spots in Beverly Hills.Just this week, they had signed a deal to open in Tokyo. Red carpet stylists had rented out the showroom to pull outfits for award season. And a famous pop star had chosen their team for her secret wedding dress.She hadn’t even had to design anything herself.The company had grown so much. Different designers and celebrities came in to create capsule collections under her bra

Ethan picked up the glossy photographs one by one, his jaw clenched tight. Without a second glance, he began to tear them apart—deliberately, violently—until the pieces rained to the floor like confetti at a funeral.He looked up, eyes sharp and resolute.“Ms. Carter,” he said coolly. “Effective immediately, all your equity holdings and capital investments in Whitmore Group will be liquidated and returned to your designated account by 7 p.m. today. The paperwork has been prepared and will require your acknowledgment for compliance.”His voice was level—controlled, final, and without the slightest hint of reconsideration.Madeline’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You can’t be serious,” she snapped, rising from her seat.Ethan didn’t flinch. Instead, he turned to face her fully, his tone tightening.“You had access to the board. To our infrastructure. You even gained provisional oversight on sensitive projects under the terms I allowed. But interfering with Lauren Whitmore—my wife—was not

As much as her heart was sinking, Lauren summoned every ounce of courage and met his gaze."What if it’s true?" she asked, voice steady despite her racing pulse. "What if I came here to get revenge on Madeline?"Ethan burst into sudden, loud laughter—so loud, it echoed off the marble walls. For a second, she was almost afraid.Had he lost his mind since the fire?He shoved her suitcases into the wardrobe without answering."You won't say anything, Ethan?"He walked to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She flinched."Are you scared of me?" he whispered.She couldn’t find the words.He leaned into her ear, voice low and terrifyingly calm."Even if you came here to kill me, Lauren, I’d still keep you here."And with that, he walked out.Panic flooded her chest. This wasn't the Ethan she remembered. Something had changed. Or maybe… something had awakened in him—since the fire, or after death itself danced too close.She stepped into the hallway.A maid was cleaning the corridor."C