บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Scandalous Revenge: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

~Dominic's Pov~I didn’t move, not at first. Not even after the car disappeared down the road, its presence fading into nothing but a distant memory.Even after the noise began to die down, the chaotic rush of voices and questions slowly dissolving into scattered murmurs.Even after the crowd started to break apart, people drifted away like nothing had just happened, like the moment hadn’t been ripped apart right in front of them.I just stood there.Frozen.Rooted in place like my body had forgotten how to function.My fists clenched tightly at my sides, so tight my knuckles turned white, the tension running through my arms, my shoulders, settling deep into my chest where everything felt too heavy, too sharp.He didn’t even look at me.That was what burned the most, not the way he had stormed in not the way he had taken her.But that.The complete disregard.Ronald had walked in, taken her, kissed her in front of everyone—and left like I didn’t exist, like I wasn’t even there, like I

~Ronald's Pov~What does she mean she belongs to Dominic?The question circled relentlessly in my mind, refusing to settle, refusing to make sense.Damn it!I couldn’t concentrate.The file in front of me blurred, the words losing meaning no matter how hard I tried to focus. My eyes moved across the page, but nothing registered, nothing stayed.With a sharp breath, I closed the document with a hard. The sound echoed through the study, louder than it should have been, carrying the frustration I could no longer contain.I need to think.I pushed back from the desk and stood up, the chair scraping faintly against the floor as I moved. The space suddenly felt too small, too suffocating to stay in any longer.I stepped out of the study, loosening my tie slightly, tugging at it like it had suddenly become too tight around my neck.My mind didn’t stop.It kept running.Through everything, the damage control, the press, the company.Her.Aliyah.Her name alone was enough to tighten something

~Clara's Pov~I stared at him.Really stared at him.Not just a passing glance, not just a reaction, but a long, searching look, like I was trying to peel back whatever mask he had on and see what was actually underneath.Because for a second… I wasn’t sure I heard him right.“What exactly do you mean?” I asked slowly, each word measured, my brows knitting together as confusion and irritation twisted together in my chest, tightening with every second.Ronald didn’t look fazed, not even the slight bit. If anything… he looked certain and too calm for what he had just implied.“My men are already at the airport,” he said, his voice steady, almost casual, like he was stating something obvious, something that didn’t need further explanation. “Every exit is covered.”My stomach dropped slightly.A cold, sinking feeling that spread through me before I could stop it.What?“That means,” he continued, his tone almost clinical now, detached and precise, “if they try to leave, they’ll be stopped

~Clara's Pov~Relief hit me so fast, so suddenly, that I almost sagged into the seat, letting my body slump with the weight of it. The tightness in my chest, the panic, the tension, the constant knot of fear, released in an instant, leaving me trembling slightly, my muscles loosening as if I had been holding my breath for hours without realizing it.I opened the message.Aliyah> We just landed.My breath left me in a rush, sharp and uneven, a gasp that I barely caught before it escaped. It was the kind of breath that carried the shock of hope finally arriving, the sudden realization that the nightmare, or at least the threat that had been pressing down on us, had passed, for now.“Oh, thank God…” I whispered, letting the words trail off into the quiet room, a small, disbelieving smile breaking through the tension on my face. My shoulders sagged just a fraction more, a tiny release, a sign that the weight I had been carrying was finally easing, even if only slightly.They made it.The

~Clara's Pov~“What idea?” I asked cautiously, my voice slower now, more careful, as a quiet unease crept into my chest.He didn’t answer immediately, not even a word. Instead, he stepped closer.Too close.Close enough that the space between us disappeared entirely, close enough that I could feel the shift in the air, the weight of his presence pressing in on me. My breath caught slightly as I instinctively stiffened, my body reacting before my mind could fully catch up.And then I saw it, the intent in his eyes.Clear, unsettling and deliberate.“An idea that will make your dear friend come back to me,” he said softly, his tone almost calm—too calm for what he was implying.My stomach dropped.A cold, sinking feeling that twisted sharply, tightening with every passing second.“What…” I started, confusion and alarm blending together as I tried to process what he meant.But before I could finish…his hand shot out fast and sudden, grabbing my wrist hard.“Ronald, what the hell…let go o