Semua Bab Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Kimberly, wait!”She didn’t slow down.Her heels moved fast across the marble entrance as she pushed through the revolving doors of the hotel. The night air hit her skin just as thunder rumbled overhead.“Kim!”And then the sky opened.Rain poured down in sheets, soaking them within seconds. Guests scrambled for cover, valet attendants shouting, cars pulling forward in chaos.Kimberly stopped abruptly under the awning, breath sharp, frustration still written across her face.Simon caught up to her, drenched, hair plastered to his forehead.“Just listen to me,” he said, chest rising fast.She crossed her arms, shivering slightly. “There’s nothing to listen to.”Lightning flashed.The rain only grew heavier.She glanced at the street, then at him, then back at the rain again.“Fine,” she muttered. “Drop me home. I’m not standing here arguing in a storm.”Relief flickered across his face.The drive was quiet.Rain tapped against the windshield, the tension between them thicker than the f

The estate gleamed under the late morning sun, freshly polished. Marble floors reflected the soft shimmer of decorative lanterns, and the gardens stretched endlessly, trimmed and manicured to perfection. Ashley and Dante had finally moved in, and today, it would host their son Damien’s first birthday.The structure had been Dante’s project from the start, but the interior was all Ashley. She had chosen every color, every piece of furniture, every light fixture. Nothing inside the house existed without her approval.Ashley stood near the grand staircase, adjusting the final arrangements, while Dante hovered beside her, one arm casually around her waist, the other holding Damien, who kicked his tiny legs with excitement.“This is it,” Ashley said softly, almost to herself, glancing around the sprawling estate. “Our home. His first birthday. Everything in one place.”Dante smiled, lips brushing her temple. “And nothing about it will be ordinary. You ready?”“I’ve been ready,” she replied

Note; This is a short side story of Dante and Ashley love story. The café was small and quiet, tucked between two busy streets where most people walked past without noticing it.Dante Montclair liked it that way.At nineteen, his life was already loud. Too many expectations and too many people who knew his last name before they even knew him.So whenever he could escape, he came here.A simple corner table. A cup of coffee. His peace and quiet.He was halfway through answering messages on his phone when the bell above the door rang loudly.“Sorry! I’m late!”The voice came rushing in before the girl did.Dante looked up.A girl hurried behind the counter, slightly breathless, tying her apron while apologizing to the older woman working there.“I missed the bus,” she explained quickly.The woman shook her head but smiled anyway.“Just start taking orders.”The girl nodded eagerly.That was when Dante noticed her properly.She couldn’t have been older than seventeen. Her hair was pull

The small café they found this time was different from the one Ashley used to work in. It was quieter, tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop. The tables were small and close together, and the smell of fresh coffee filled the air.Ashley sat across from Dante, stirring her drink slowly.It still felt strange seeing him outside the café where she used to work. There, he had just been a regular customer.Here he felt different.Julian leaned back in his chair beside Dante, watching the two of them like he was observing some interesting experiment.“So,” Ashley said, glancing between them. “You two are always together?”Julian pointed lazily at Dante. “Unfortunately, yes. Childhood friendship. I’m stuck with him.”Dante rolled his eyes. “Ignore him.”Ashley laughed softly.For a moment, the conversation flowed easily. Small things. School, classes, random jokes.Eventually Ashley glanced at the time on her phone.“I should probably go,” she said, standing up slightly. “My bus comes

Dante’s hand rested lightly on Ashley’s elbow as he guided her away from the noise of the party. His brows were slightly drawn together as he looked down at her.“I’ll drop you home,” he said gently.Ashley nodded automatically, but as she glanced at the time on her phone, her expression changed instantly. The color drained from her face.Dante noticed immediately. “Hey… what’s wrong?”Ashley hesitated, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag. “I—I didn’t realize it was this late.”“So?” Dante asked softly, confused.She swallowed. “My dad… he locks the house after a certain time. If I’m not back before then…” Her voice trailed off, the panic clear in her eyes.Dante’s expression darkened slightly. “You mean you can’t get inside?”Ashley shook her head slowly. “Not unless someone opens the door and Tristan, he doesn’t even have a phone yet. I can’t call him.” She exhaled shakily. “I’m basically locked out.”For a moment, Dante just looked at her, thinking.“Then you’re not