Lahat ng Kabanata ng Return of the Billionaire's Ugly Wife: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

David’s Vengeance Seeing Olivia stare at him with empty eyes, without recognising the love and bond they had built over the years, destroyed David worse than death. All their struggles, Daniel's rescue, Oscar's bloody vengeance—everything felt futile in the face of the reality that his wife was lost within a still-breathing body. Thorne had not killed Olivia, but he had erased the Olivia that David knew. It was a crueller form of torture. David returned to the secret headquarters, his eyes burning red. He was no longer angry, but enveloped by a terrifying calmness—the calm before the storm. This time, David would not allow any loophole. “I am going,” David said to Oscar, who was sitting in his wheelchair, looking at David with understanding. “Going where? You are not going alone, David,” Oscar retorted, his tone weak but firm, his eyes reflecting David's determination. “I am going to finish him off. Right now. I will not give him time to breathe, no negotiation, no hostages.

Memory Returns – Oscar Passes Away Days blurred into weeks, and weeks turned into months. David continued his routine of caring for Olivia. He played old video recordings, read love letters, and recounted every detail of their life. Daniel, patiently and lovingly, was always by his mother’s side, attempting to trigger any glimmer of memory. Olivia slowly grew accustomed to their presence, accepting David as her husband and Daniel as her son, although her memory remained blank. Oscar, meanwhile, spent his time in the interrogation bunker, torturing Elias Thorne in a way far more brutal than physical abuse—he systematically destroyed Thorne’s empire piece by piece, wiping out every connection, and exposing every secret. Elias Thorne, once arrogant, was now a mere trembling shell, realising he had faced a no less cruel devil. Every piece of information Oscar obtained would be delivered to David. One afternoon, as David was reading Daniel’s favourite fairyt

The Man Returns to Threaten Three years passed. David and Olivia’s family now resided in a secluded luxury villa in New Zealand, far from the reach of their old world. David had sold off most of his assets, shifting his focus to sustainable investments and a peaceful life with his family. Olivia, although her memory was not fully recovered—especially the traumatic memories—had fallen in love with David all over again, and Daniel was now a cheerful, curious young boy. Every morning, David would take Daniel to the local school, then spend time with Olivia. They often walked along the white sandy beaches, letting the Pacific Ocean wind erase the lingering shadows of the past. Olivia was slowly rebuilding her memories, one by one, with David’s help and a therapist’s guidance. Although some parts were still missing, their love and bond were far stronger than before. Even though Elias Thorne was dead and The Cyclops was utter

Why Are You the Happy Ones? David arrived in Jakarta in less than twenty-four hours, leaving Olivia and Daniel in New Zealand under the protection of Arthur Vance and his elite team. Guilt and rage burned within him. Bella, his loyal assistant, lay in a local hospital, paralysed from the waist down. The young woman’s dreams were shattered because of David’s war. David stood outside Bella’s hospital room, looking through the glass window. Bella lay motionless, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Doctors had explained that her chances of recovery were extremely slim. David clenched his fists, feeling the rising anger. Maximillian had penetrated his defences in the cruelest way possible. “David.” Lieutenant Bima stood beside David, his face grim. “The best medical team is here, Sir. But as the doctors said…” “I know,” David cut him off coldly. “This is not an accident, Bima. Maximillian did this to send a message. He wants me to kn

I Have Come, Bella At three o’clock in the morning, David arrived at the address Emily had sent: an old warehouse hidden in a quiet industrial area on the outskirts of Jakarta. The night air was humid and heavy, reflecting the burden on David’s heart. He came alone, as requested, but with full vigilance. Bima's team and Arthur Vance were on high alert, awaiting an emergency signal. The warehouse door was partially open. David stepped inside, the sound of his footsteps echoing against the concrete walls. In the centre of the room, under the dim light of a single hanging lamp, stood Emily. Her face had changed. A small scar on her temple, which David remembered from the explosion fifteen years ago, was now more prominent. Her eyes, once full of warmth, now radiated a cold, resolute calm. Standing next to her was a middle-aged man in a sharp suit, whose face was unfamiliar to David. “David,” Emily greeted him, her voice devoid of emotion. “It’s been a long