All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S DEAD WIFE RETURNS : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jake. The room felt colder the moment the detectives walked out. Their words still echoed in my skull “It wasn’t an accident.”My hands were trembling, my chest felt too tight, and I couldn’t shake the image of twisted metal and flames swallowing the car. Kyla’s voice still haunted me. Her laugh. The way she would reach for my hand when she was nervous.Someone Cut brakes of my car which meant someone wanted me gone, or her or maybe both of us.I sat there, staring at the white hospital wall, the rhythmic beep of the monitor syncing with the pounding in my head.But I had driven that car to my parents house and it was fine, so if someone tampered with the brakes, it was someone who had access to my father's house. All the pointers pointed at my brother Alex. But what would he really gain by killing me or Kyla. We had our differences but I don't think he hated me enough to want to kill me. “Jake.” My mother’s voice broke through the silence. She stepped closer, her tone soft but e

JakeI had faced boardrooms, betrayals, and blood, but nothing, nothing, had ever terrified me like the sound of that hospital door opening.I was expecting them, I knew they were almost here, but I was still nervous. They walked in together, small steps echoing down the sterile corridor, each one cutting deeper into the mess of my heart. Elias first, tall for his age now, that same steady look in his eyes that reminded me of Kyla when she was trying not to cry. Chanel clung to my mother’s hand, her little face hidden behind her curls, clutching a stuffed bunny I hadn’t seen in years.The second Elias saw me, he broke into a run. “Daddy!”I didn’t even think, I opened my arms, wincing as pain shot through my side, but I didn’t care. He slammed into me with all the force of love I didn’t deserve, and Chanel followed a heartbeat later, crawling onto the bed and pressing her cheek to my chest.I froze for a moment, breathing them in, the scent of home, of innocence, of everything I was

AlexHospitals have always made me uncomfortable. They are too clean. Too quiet. Every sound seems amplified, the squeak of rubber soles, the beep of distant monitors, the whispers of people clinging to hope or waiting for bad news.Ethan’s small hand was warm in mine as we walked through the corridor. He was humming under his breath, unbothered, his little fingers curled trustingly around mine. That simple, innocent connection, it was like holding something sacred and stolen at the same time.I shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Not pretending to be Uncle Alex when I was his father. We stopped outside Jake’s room. Through the small glass window, I could see him sitting on the bed, pale but upright and beside him, two kids. A girl with big, watchful eyes and a boy who was his spitting image, fidgeting with his hands.Elias and Chanel. Jake and Kyla’s kids.Their kids.Jake was smiling faintly at them, saying something that made Chanel giggle. It was a soft, ordinary moment a father

Alex. The sound of their laughter followed me down the hall, it still echoed in my ears haunting me. Even after I stepped out of Jake’s hospital room, it clung to me that light, careless joy that only children could carry. Ethan’s laugh, mixing with Elias’s and Chanel’s, my mother’s soft voice echoing somewhere behind it.It was like a melody from a life that was never mine.I shoved my hands into my pockets, jaw tight as I walked toward the elevator.For a moment, standing in that room, watching Jake surrounded by his kids, my son among them calling him daddy, it hit me just how much of what should have been mine had always somehow found its way into his hands.Jake Black, the golden boy.The son who could do no wrong in my father's eyes. The man who got the business, the family, the trust, the love, even the woman I had once given my heart to.My brother.The elevator doors opened, and I stepped in, staring at my reflection in the mirrored wall. My hair was too neat, my tie sligh

Alex.As soon as the elevators door opened and we got into our room, she was in my arms again, kissing me passionately like her life depended on it. Then I abruptly stopped kissing her and pushed her over the bed and stood away from her, watching her. She didn't say a word. She didn't look away from me either, and she didn’t stand either when she hooked a hand under the thick strap of her white dress and let it slip off one shoulder. She was trying to make the strip as unsexy as possible. She had no idea. There was nothing she could have done to make this less sexy. The other strap followed, a couple of buttons at her side were unhooked, and the material slid down her torso.She was wearing a nippleless lacy black bra. I knew instantly she would be wearing matching crotchless panties, and that the hustler had forced this unimaginative paraphernalia of a sexual slave on her. I let my eyes travel over her pink nipples and creamy skin and felt my dick hot and hard against my stomach.