All Chapters of RETURN OF MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ethan burst into laughter, sharp and unexpected. “Please… repeat what you just said.”The caller didn’t flinch. “You have forty-eight hours, Ethan. If you contact the police... she dies.”Ethan’s tone shifted. “No, the other thing—the part about the funds.”The voice repeated, slower this time. “Mr. Whitmore… we have Granny Rosa in our custody. If you want her back, bring every slush fund file and the evidence you're planning to use against us. Otherwise… be ready to collect her body.”He stifled another laugh. “And why would I be holding any evidence against you?” A pause. Then, dryly, “You honestly think this is a prank, don’t you?”He hung up and turned toward the hallway.Lauren rushed over, panic in her voice. “Ethan, what’s going on? Will they hurt Granny Rosa?”He didn’t answer.They waited in tense silence for the phone to ring again. When it did, Ethan tapped “Loudspeaker.”“Hello, Ethan,” the voice returned. “Are you on your way?”Ethan leaned forward, cold and calm. “Have

Lauren’s heart pounded in her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm.“You only got half the details? Then go find the rest yourself.”She ended the call and quickly added Caleb’s second number to her block list.Opening her laptop, she began scrolling through company records, trying to focus.Suddenly, the office door swung open.Caleb Monroe stood there, uninvited.She jumped up. “What on earth—how did you get in here?”Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and pulled her close.“Let’s go do a DNA test,” he said, his voice low but demanding.She slapped him hard across the face, watching him release her immediately.“How dare you walk into my company and act like this? So uncultured.”Caleb’s hand slid down to her stomach. “The child is showing. That says everything. You want to carry my baby to his home?”Lauren held his gaze firmly. “I will find out who the father is soon enough.”“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”Without hesitation, she grabbed a strand of hi

Lauren opened her eyes slowly. She was lying in a hospital ward. Pain spread through her whole body, sharp and heavy. She shut her eyes again, and when she opened them, she saw Ethan Whitmore standing right in front of her.What happened?The last thing she remembered was a car speeding toward her. Had it hit her?She smiled weakly, excitement breaking through the pain, and reached out to hug him.“Ethan… it’s your baby! I checked it!”She looked around the room, searching for her bag with the DNA results.“I was so scared it would be Caleb’s and—” She stopped, noticing his expression. “Ethan, what happened? You… you don’t want the baby?”Tears slipped down his cheeks.“We lost the baby, Lauren. You lost the baby in the accident.”Her eyes darted to her bandaged leg. If the car had hit her that hard… the baby couldn’t have survived truly. Her breathing quickened. Tears streamed down her face.“Tell me it’s not true.”“It was a hit-and-run,” Ethan said quietly. “We checked the CC

Lauren Whitmore had built her Beverly Hills atelier with needle, thread, and relentless ambition. But tonight, as she stood in her private office overlooking the glittering city, silk and sequins felt like relics of a smaller dream.Quinn Moore, her HR director turned secret co-conspirator whom she had secretly worked with for two years trying to create their tech project set a tablet on the desk. Numbers danced across the screen... growth curves so steep they looked like the skyline of some impossible city. “It’s live,” Quinn said, her voice taut with excitement. “And the data’s… unprecedented. The Zurich analytics firm is already probing for acquisition talks. European labs are asking for technical papers. Lauren—this isn’t just good. This is industry-breaking.”Lauren leaned over the screen, her pulse quickening. This had started as an idea sketched on a napkin months ago — a predictive-learning algorithm disguised as a fashion analytics tool. She hadn’t imagined it would evolv

Caleb Monroe stood at the edge of the garden, his eyes fixed on the two figures by the pond.Jonathan Monroe… and her.Dakota Red.His mother’s former best friend—the woman who had driven her away and replaced her as Jonathan’s mistress.They stood close, holding hands, watching the koi fish glide lazily through the water.Dakota’s expression shifted the moment she saw him. "I thought you said you got Novacorp because of 'your own connections'.. You’re still tied to Monroe Holdings?"Caleb’s jaw tightened. "Dakota, I need to speak to my father. Privately."Her lips curved into a sly smile. She leaned toward Jonathan. "Better get a DNA test on him too. He might not be yours—just like the others. And if that’s the case… kick him out."She gave Caleb’s shoulder a daring pat and walked away.Caleb turned on Jonathan. "What is she still doing here?"Jonathan puffed his pipe. "Dakota is still my girlfriend."Caleb scoffed. "She has her eyes on Monroe Holdings. She’d hand it over to Will Re