All Chapters of Unbroken: His Ex Wife's Comeback : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The city’s night skyline glittered outside Dorian’s penthouse windows, but inside, the air was thick with her fury. Selene stood by the glass, her arms folded across her chest, her silk robe glinting faintly under the chandelier.Her assistant, Lydia, stood nearby with a notebook clutched tightly in her hands. She looked like she’d rather be anywhere else.Selene turned sharply. “We need an event. Something that screams elegance, power, control.”“A… gala?” Lydia asked cautiously.Selene’s lips curled. “Yes. A charity gala. Nothing disarms people more than pretending you care.”Lydia scribbled quickly. “Do you want to host it under your name or...”“Of course under my name,” Selene snapped. “Who else? Make it about supporting children, schools, something soft. That way no one can say no. And make sure Leona is invited.”Lydia hesitated, her pen pausing. “Do you think she’ll come? After the birthday party?”Selene’s laugh was low, sharp. “She’ll come. She can’t resist proving she’s str

The afternoon sun had shifted by the time Leona entered the boardroom. The long table gleamed under the overhead lights, already lined with her department heads and managers. Papers rustled, laptops clicked open, and the quiet chatter died down the moment she walked in.“Good afternoon,” she said smoothly, sliding into her seat at the head of the table. Her voice carried enough weight to silence any lingering whispers.“Afternoon, Miss Sterling,” they echoed almost in unison.Leona set her folder on the table and opened it. “Let’s begin. Reports, finance first.”A man in a gray suit cleared his throat and rose halfway, holding his notes. His voice wavered slightly as he spoke about quarterly growth and projections. Leona listened without blinking, her pen tapping lightly against her pad.When he finished, she leaned forward. “Your numbers show growth, but your expenses in the last two weeks have doubled. Why?”He stammered, flipping through his notes. “W...we had a few unexpected cost

The music had shifted into something lighter, a soft hum that filled the gaps between laughter and clinking glasses. Guests moved in pairs and clusters, their eyes flicking between the stage and the center of the room where Selene glided, her silver gown trailing like liquid light.She had spotted Leona again. And this time, Selene didn’t hesitate.With a glass of champagne in hand, she crossed the floor, her smile wide, her steps smooth. To everyone else, she was the perfect hostess moving to greet a guest. But her eyes gave her away, sharp, gleaming, hungry.“Leona,” Selene purred, her voice carrying just enough to catch the attention of the tables nearby. “I’m so glad you could come tonight. It wouldn’t have been complete without you.”Leona, standing near a tall table with Melissa beside her, turned her head slowly. Her expression was calm, unreadable, her emerald gown shimmering under the lights. She didn’t smile.“Selene.” Her voice was soft but steady, like glass that could cut

NEXT DAYThe late morning sun slipped through the silk curtains of Dorian's mansion, painting soft golden streaks across the large bedroom. Selene stirred, her hair tumbling across the pillows as she lazily reached for her phone on the nightstand. She blinked at the bright screen, scrolling through her notifications with half-lidded eyes.A headline made her freeze.Her thumb hovered above the screen, her breath catching.“Ashford Matriarch Faces Accusations: Charity Funds Misused for Personal Gain”Selene bolted upright, the silk sheet sliding down to her waist. Her wide eyes darted across the article. Every word pulled her deeper into disbelief, then shock, then a sly, almost relieved smile.“They’re blaming Emilia?” she whispered to herself, lips curling. She quickly skimmed the opening lines: how the gala had raised a “record-breaking sum” meant for underprivileged children, but according to inside sources, the funds never reached the charity’s accounts. Instead, Emilia Ashford wa

The afternoon sun spilled across the tall glass windows of Leona’s company building, throwing warm light over the polished floors and gleaming reception desk. The air smelled faintly of fresh lilies from the vase near the lobby, calm and professional. But the sharp click of Selene’s heels cut through that calm as she stormed inside.Her pale blue dress swayed around her knees, her pearl earrings catching the light with each sharp turn of her head. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her eyes flashing with a mix of fear and anger.“Excuse me, ma’am,” the receptionist said, half-rising, but Selene lifted her chin, waving her off as if she owned the place.“I’m here to see Leona,” Selene said firmly.The receptionist faltered. “She’s in a meeting...”“She’ll see me,” Selene snapped. Her voice, sweet but edged, left no room for argument. She strode past the desk, heels hammering against the marble floor, and headed straight for the elevator.By the time she reached the top floor, Sel