Todos los capítulos de The Billionaire Ex-Wife’s Scandalous Revenge: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

~Dominic's Pov~I was left with no choice but to carry her to my place. No time to question it, no space in my mind to think of the consequences.Aliyah was swaying on her feet, head lolling forward, words slurring, and the moment she leaned fully into my chest, I knew there was no scenario where I would leave her there.She felt heavier than she looked, soft yet solid in my arms, her entire weight trusting me without permission or thought. I hitched her higher, one arm braced under her knees, the other behind her back.My muscles strained slightly, but I didn’t care, didn’t hesitate, didn’t even blink.Her head nestled into my shoulder, warm breath fanning my collarbone.“Just hang on,” I muttered, mostly to myself.I hurried toward the parking lot, every instinct screaming to get her somewhere safe, somewhere quiet, somewhere Ronald could never reach, not tonight. I opened the back door of my car and set her down as gently as I could manage. Her eyelids fluttered, then fell shut aga

~Aliyah's Pov~“You kissed me.”There was no hesitation, no buffer, no attempt to soften the blow or pretend it hadn’t happened. Just steady, level honesty, delivered like a verdict.My stomach dropped so fast it felt like the floor opened under me.Blood rushed to my ears. Heat crawled up my neck.“Oh my God,” I breathed, my voice barely hanging together as I buried my face in my palms.The humiliation was instant, a tidal wave swallowing me whole.“Tell me I didn’t…” The sentence wobbled and dissolved.My own voice betrayed me, too mortified to finish another word.Dominic’s answer came quietly. “You were drunk, Aliyah.”The gentleness in those words disarmed me, they didn’t judge me, they didn’t accuse, it sounded more like a safety net catching me mid-freefall.My shoulders sagged. I didn’t realize how close I’d been to choking on panic until relief bruised my lungs.“And I wasn’t thinking clearly,” I whispered through my fingers. It tasted like confession and apology in one.He s

~Dominic's Pov~That wasn’t the answer he wanted.I saw it register in the way his jaw twitched, in the way his nostrils flared like an animal ready to charge.And then he did.He shoved me, stupid, reckless, done purely out of panic and ego rather than logic.And I didn’t move an inch.His palm hit my chest, but I might as well have been carved from stone. The force transferred back into him, his body jolting from the stillness he met. The shock in his eyes said everything, he had expected resistance, maybe a stumble, maybe explosive retaliation.He got nothing.Ronald blinked at me, momentarily stunned, suddenly realizing there were levels of strength in the world, and he wasn’t on mine.Before the next second could stretch into something bloody, Aliyah’s voice cut through the air from behind me, small and frayed but unmistakable.“Ronald. Stop.”She sounded like she was dragging the word out of her chest, trying to breathe oxygen into a fire she had long given up on extinguishing.

~Dominic's Pov~I didn’t sleep much.Scratch that, I didn’t sleep at all.I lay stretched out on the couch, one arm thrown over my eyes like it might block out more than the dark. The cushions were too short, too firm, the edge of the armrest digging into my ribs, but discomfort wasn’t the problem.My mind refused to power down.The apartment was quiet in that way that felt temporary, like the silence was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Every sound was louder than it should’ve been, the low hum of the fridge cycling on and off, the pipes clicking as the building settled, the faint rush of air through the vents.Even my own heartbeat sounded wrong, too steady, too controlled. It didn’t match the storm tearing through my chest.And beneath it all, under every thought I tried to shove away, there was the soft, even rhythm of breathing coming from down the hall.Aliyah.Safe.Here.Not with him.That should’ve been enough. It should’ve quieted everything, let me final

~Aliyah's Pov~My phone vibrated somewhere close, the faint buzz dragging me out of sleep piece by piece. I groaned softly, eyes still heavy, lashes sticking together as I reached blindly for the sound. My fingers fumbled against fabric instead of glass, and for a sluggish second, my brain refused to process it.Something was…soft.Warm.I frowned faintly, still half-asleep, and shifted my hand. The surface rose and fell beneath my palm, steady and slow. My fingers traced absentmindedly, brushing over solid warmth, then roughness.Beard.My breath caught.What the…?My eyes snapped open.Reality slammed into me all at once.I wasn’t on my bed.I was on Dominic.My head was resting against his chest, my cheek pressed just below his collarbone, his arm curved loosely around my back like it had always belonged there. Heat radiated from him, steady and grounding, his heartbeat a quiet, constant drum beneath my ear.Panic fluttered in my chest.Slowly—carefully—I tried not to move. I didn’