All Chapters of I LEFT MY EX HUSBAND AND MARRIED A BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

~ELENA’S POV~According to what Max told me about his family, the Dickson Castle was their official family house, where they all assembled as one family during holidays. He was fortunate enough to have lived there for quite some time. So it carried so many memories from his childhood. When Max and I arrived, the villa stood like a monument of legacy—stone pillars glowing beneath warm golden lights, iron gates standing open to receive generations of power, wealth and unresolved history. Max stood by my side as we approached the entrance, my emerald gown flowing elegantly with every step. The dress was refined, understated, but unmistakably commanding. Max had chosen his attire carefully, too, a charcoal suit that sharpened his already imposing presence. His expression seemed relaxed, but I knew him well enough not to recognize the quiet vigilance beneath it.“Are you okay?” Max asked softly, his hand brushing mine.I nodded, though my chest felt tight, “I think so, just… a little ove

~ELENA’S POV~I slipped into Max's shirt, the fabric soft and warm, carrying his scent—by the way, it smelled so nice. When I turned around, Max was already there, towel slung low around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. Our gaze met.There was silence for a moment.My lips parted, I gasped for air as I was stunned and astonished— drawn into the world of sexual fantasies at the sight of Max. It was my first time seeing him without clothes. His physic was hot and could make a lady vulnerable in seconds.“Elena,” Max called. I immediately flinched, returning to reality, I cleared my throat and said, “Yeah,– I-I think it's my cue to shower now.”“Ok… you'll find a fresh towel in the bathroom.” He said as I walked past him.A few moments later, I was out of the bathroom. I dried my hair with the towel as I had already put on Max's shirt before alighting the bathroom.“Are you sure you are comfortable with sharing the same bed with me?” He asked.“How about I use th

~RYDER’S POV~The study was thick with tension, the type that clung to the walls long after raised voices fell silent. Heavy drapes muted the morning light, casting the room into a somber glow that did nothing to soothe the unease curling in my stepfather's and mother's chests.Charles Dickson, my stepfather, stood by the mahogany desk, fingers pressed flat against its surface, while Mom paced slowly behind him, heels clicking softly like a ticking clock counting down to something inevitable.I sat slouched on the leather sofa, one ankle propped on my knee, my jaw tight, and my eyes flickering with restless irritation. The incident of last night kept replaying in my mind as I was filled with so much resentment mixed with fear—fear of the unknown, to be precise.“This is a disaster,” Mom snapped, breaking the silence. “An absolute disaster. The board will not swallow this without questions.”Charles exhaled sharply. “Lower your voice. The staff doesn't need to hear every word.”Mom sco

~ELENA’S POV~The car rolled into the driveway well past midnight, its headlights cutting briefly through the quiet before fading into darkness. The villa stood still, asleep, its grand walls holding secrets and unspoken truth beneath their polished calm.I stepped out first, exhaustion settling deep in my bones. I was drained from the hospital visit more than I had expected. Seeing my mother fragile yet resilient, hearing David's suspicion, watching Max's quiet intensity—it all pressed heavily against my chest.Max closed the door gently behind me; he was careful enough not to make a noise. David went straight to the living room and sat down to rest while reading his magazines.The house felt different with his presence inside it—heavier, watchful, as though every corridor carried eyes that could see through walls.When we walked into the villa, I quickly remembered last night's incident. I realized I didn't have time to get my things into Max's room and I wouldn't want David to susp