All Chapters of Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dante asked for what felt like the hundredth time, his eyes fixed on the bruises Jude had inflicted on her hand. They were sitting in Dante’s car. “I’m sure,” Ashley said, her voice barely above a whisper. Dante ignored her this time. He opened his storage compartment and pulled out a white tube of ointment. Ashley tried to withdraw her hand, but Dante only tightened his grip gently. He carefully applied the cream to the affected area. “All done,” he said softly, then brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her knuckles. Ashley immediately pulled her hand back, turning her gaze to the window. Dante chuckled softly at the gesture. “Are you suddenly shy?” he teased lightly. She was acting like she wasn’t the same girl who had just slapped Jude across the face and threatened to destroy him. A phone call suddenly disrupted the moment. Glancing at the caller ID, Dante sighed silently—it was his mother. He frowned, wondering wh

Dante had just stepped out of the house and into his car, ready to head for work, when his phone buzzed. His mother’s name flashed across the screen. He groaned, gripping the steering wheel in frustration before answering the call reluctantly.“Son! What was the meaning of what you displayed last night?” Her voice was sharp, almost accusing.Dante’s jaw tightened. “I should be asking you that question,” he shot back. “You told me it was a family dinner, and then you invited Reese to stay over.”Mrs. Montclair let out an exaggerated sigh. “Son, don’t be difficult. I was just being nice to Reese. She’s always been like a daughter to me.”Dante scoffed. “That’s between the two of you. If you like her that much, then you should organize a dinner for just the two of you. I don’t need to be part of it.”He hung up abruptly, giving her no chance to reply.He already had far too much on his plate. His mother irritating him was the last thing he needed this morning. His priority was simple and

Dante had just unlocked the transparent glass door to his office when Ashley’s call came through. A small smile tugged at his lips as he answered.Her sweet, familiar voice filled his ear.“Good morning, Mr. Montclair.”“Good morning, Ms. Kingsley,” he teased, his tone light and amused, causing Ashley to chuckle softly on the other end.“Tiny boss is better,” she countered playfully.“You actually like it now?” he asked with a grin.Ashley rolled her eyes, though he could almost hear it through the phone.“It’s not like I have a choice, since you’ve decided to make it my official nickname.”“I called to remind you that tonight is—”Before he could finish, Ashley cut in.“Tonight is movie night. I remember, okay? We’ll do it as planned.”Dante’s grin widened. “Good girl. I need to hang up now. Take care, okay?”Ashley hummed in reply, and the call ended.Just then, Reese walked into the office carrying a tray of coffee. Her eye makeup was bold, and her red lipstick even bolder, like sh

Mr. and Mrs. Quinn sat quietly in the hospital hallway. Mrs. Quinn leaned against her husband, her eyes swollen from crying, fingers laced tightly with his.Reese had been rushed into the ICU. They were waiting for an update.Dante walked in, his eyes scanning the hallway until he spotted his mother with the Quinns.“Son,” Mrs. Montclair called softly as she stood.“How is she?” Dante asked, reading the worry on their faces.“We don’t know yet,” she replied quietly. “We’re waiting for the doctor.”As if on cue, the ICU doors opened and a doctor stepped out.Mr. and Mrs. Quinn rushed to him.“How’s her condition?” Mrs. Quinn asked urgently. “Can we see her?”The doctor removed his surgical cap and sighed. “She’s stable now. She sustained a mild concussion and a few bruises, but fortunately, there’s no internal bleeding or major injuries.”Mrs. Quinn gasped in relief, clutching her husband’s arm.“Can we see her?” Mr. Quinn asked.The doctor nodded. “Yes, but only one person at a time f

It was Saturday evening, and Ashley sat lazily on the couch, her laptop resting on her thighs. She had spent hours searching for a job online, but nothing seemed to work out. With a deep sigh, she shut the device and took a sip from her glass of cola.Her stomach rumbled in protest, and she dragged herself off the couch. Opening the fridge, she groaned when she saw how empty it was.“Great… no ingredients again,” she mumbled under her breath.Lately, Dante had been coming over for dinner, always claiming he missed her home-cooked meals. She tied her hair into a messy bun and slipped into her slippers. “I have to grab some groceries,” she said to herself before heading out.On her way, her phone buzzed. Simon’s name appeared on the screen, and she instantly picked up.“Hey, Ash. How have you been holding up?” His voice was calm but laced with concern.Ashley smiled faintly. “Better than I expected.”“I’m glad to hear that. Listen, I’ve been doing some digging like I promised. I spoke t