All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken vows, Bitter Revenge : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHAPTER 99 — A Door Closed on Purpose POV: Tyrone Connor Tyrone did not like uncertainty. It was a weakness he could not afford, not after everything it had taken to reach where he stood. Men like him survived on facts, leverage, and doors that could be forced open when necessary. But Melissa Williams had become a locked room. He stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, city lights stretching beneath him like a map of conquest, his phone heavy in his hand. Alice Williams’ words replayed in his mind, smooth and convincing. She left the country. She wanted a clean break. It sounded reasonable. Too reasonable. Melissa had never been the kind of woman who ran without looking back. She endured. She absorbed. She waited. And waiting women were dangerous. Tyrone turned away from the window and pressed a button on his desk. “Get me everything,” he said into the intercom. “Flights. Property records. Company registrations. Anything tied to Melissa Williams i

CHAPTER 101 — Attack the One Thing She Loves POV: Melissa Melissa didn’t sleep. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, the city’s glow bleeding faintly through the curtains of the rented house she now called home. Not the Williams estate. Never again. This place was hers—chosen, paid for, controlled. Yet even here, silence felt heavy. Two partners had suspended negotiations. Not withdrawn. Not accused. Suspended. That word was a blade wrapped in silk. By dawn, she was already dressed. “Get me the full list,” she told her assistant over the phone. “Every partner who hesitated. Every clause they’re hiding behind.” “Yes, ma’am.” She ended the call and stepped into the kitchen, pouring herself coffee she didn’t intend to finish. This was not panic. Panic came from surprise. This was confirmation. Tyrone Connor. She hadn’t needed a name to know. The precision was too careful. The timing too clean. This wasn’t Castor’s rage or Alice’s poison tongue. This w

CHAPTER 103 — The Party That Shook HerPOV: MelissaThe music didn’t stop.That was the strangest part.Even as Melissa read the injunction on the tablet her assistant held with shaking hands, violins continued to glide through the air, laughter still burst from champagne-soft mouths, and cameras kept flashing like nothing in the world had shifted.But it had.“This was filed under an emergency clause,” her assistant whispered. “They’re questioning ownership authority over the expansion wing and three overseas subsidiaries.”Melissa’s eyes moved calmly across the screen.Legal language. Aggressive. Precise. Designed not to win outright—but to stall. To stain tonight.To remind her that power was never handed over quietly.“Who filed it?” Melissa asked.Her assistant hesitated.Melissa looked up. That hesitation told her everything.“Connor Group,” the assistant said finally. “Signed by Tyrone Connor himself.”A slow breath left Melissa’s lungs.So this was his opening move.Not loud.

CHAPTER 105 — A Man Who Won’t Let GoMelissa felt him before she saw him.The kind of presence that pressed against the spine, familiar and unwanted—like a scar that ached before rain.She was halfway across the underground parking lot when the air shifted.“Melissa.”Her steps slowed, but she didn’t turn.Not immediately.She had learned the power of delay.“Please,” Jaden said behind her. “Just… talk to me.”The word please used to undo her. Used to soften her bones, unravel her resolve. Once upon a life ago, she would’ve turned around already, heart racing, hope foolishly alive.Now?She inhaled once.Then she faced him.Jaden stood a few feet away, tie loosened, jacket forgotten in his car. He looked thinner. Not weak never that but worn in places power couldn’t hide. His eyes held the same storm they always had. Regret. Want. Obsession dressed as love.“You’re trespassing,” she said calmly.His mouth twitched. “You own the building now?”“I own my space,” she replied. “You don’t

CHAPTER 107 — Saved by the Man She HatesThe house smelled like ozone and broken glass.Melissa sat on the edge of the kitchen counter while a uniformed officer finished taking notes, his pen scratching too loudly in the quiet room. The lights were still too bright. Too invasive. Everything felt exposed her space, her plans, her control.Across the room, Jaden stood with his back to the wall, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up. He looked exactly where he didn’t belong. Like a mistake that refused to leave.“I’ll need you to sign here,” the officer said.Melissa took the clipboard, signed without reading, and handed it back. “Is he being charged?”“Yes, ma’am. Breaking and entering. Assault. Illegal possession.” A pause. “Family complicates things, but this won’t disappear.”“Good,” she said flatly.The officer nodded, then left.The door closed.Silence rushed in.Melissa slid off the counter and turned slowly toward Jaden. “You should go.”“I will,” he said. “After we talk.”“There’