All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S DEAD WIFE RETURNS : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

KylaThe car is too quiet, I can literally feel the tension. Only the hum of the tires against the asphalt fills the space between us, steady and low, like a heartbeat trying to remind us both that we are still here, still breathing, still pretending we don’t feel the weight of what just happened hanging thick in the air.Jake’s hand rests on the steering wheel, knuckles pale against the leather. He is not looking at me, not even once since we got in. His eyes stay fixed on the dark road ahead, the streetlights streaking across his face in flashes light, shadow, light, shadow and in every flicker, I can see the storm he is fighting to keep contained.My pulse won’t slow down. It’s been racing since we left that restaurant. The world outside blurs past street after street, too familiar, too ordinary and it almost feels obscene that everything looks the same when nothing is the same anymore.I shift in my seat, the fabric brushing against my skin. It makes me too aware of my body, too

AminaThe drive to my mother’s house feels longer than it should.Maybe it’s because every mile between me and that city feels heavier, like I’m dragging behind me the weight of all the lies I’ve told, the truth I tried so hard to bury, and the one person I swore I would never hurt the way I just did.Ethan sleeps in the back seat, his head tilted toward the window, his small hand curled around the strap of his seatbelt. The sight of him, so peaceful, so unaware, twists my stomach into knots. I reach back once, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. He doesn’t stir. Thank God.I keep my eyes on the road ahead, the dark stretch of highway cutting through endless fields, the kind of silence that only small towns know. I used to love this drive when I was younger. It used to mean safety. Home. But now it feels like exile.By the time I pull into my mother’s driveway, it’s past ten. The porch light flickers once before staying on, the same way it’s always done. The sight of it mak

AminaI thought he was done with me.I thought, for a moment, that I had won a sliver of silence.But Alex’s car didn’t move. Its engine idled, purring like a predator waiting to strike again. Then, slowly, he opened the door and stepped out. The gravel crunched under his boots as he turned back toward me, that faint smile creeping across his face again.“I almost forgot,” he said casually, like we were just two old friends catching up. “There is one more thing.”I stayed on the ground, still shaking, dirt clinging to my palms. “What?” I managed to whisper, even though I already knew whatever came next would hurt.He walked closer, stopping just a few feet away. His shadow stretched long across the riverbank, swallowing mine whole. “I want to see him,” he said simply. “My son I want to see him.”My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I said instantly, shaking my head. “Absolutely not.”He chuckled, low and dark. “You don’t get to tell me no, Amina. He is my blood.l and it's about time he

Jake. She raised her eyes to meet mine and i was struck by how dark they had gotten. She was aroused. I was definitely familiar with the signs, and my own body was more than ready to take hers up on its blatant offer.“I want you to make love to me,” she said, her voice steady. If I hadn’t spotted the slight tremor in her delicate hands I would have never known she was nervous.“You wanted me to make love to you at the restaurant, in the car. You wanted to make love that day in your room. In fact, but you pulled back every time.”“I know. But I’ve had a lot of time to think about it.” She rose from her chair, moved to stand in front of me, then leaned in and i was transfixed by her beauty, by the clear, pale skin of her flawless face, by the creamy swells of her breasts spilling over the skimpy neckline of her dress.Splaying her hands over his chest she explored me, ran her fingertips over my muscles. I sucked in a sharp breath, my body so close to the edge I was in danger of going

Kyla.When it was over I was self conscious again, where before I had been so lost in my pleasure that I hadn't really stopped to realize that I should be embarrassed about what he was doing to me.“Don’t,” he said, deftly undoing the buttons on his shirt.“Don’t?”“Don’t be embarrassed.” He shrugged the shirt off then removed his pants and underwear in one fluid movement.I could only stare, open mouthed at the vision of masculine perfection he’d unveiled. That muscular chest was bare for her again and I ached to touch him, to taste him. And then my gaze dropped to his erection, thick and fully aroused, and I forgot my embarrassment. How could i be embarrassed when I could see for myself how much he had enjoyed doing that for me? When I could see how much he still wanted me? Men couldn’t fake a reaction like that, and I couldn't help but feel an immense amount of feminine pride over his obvious desire for me.He stood up from the bed and moved over to the dresser where there were sev