All Chapters of Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Morning came gently.Soft light slipped through the curtains, settling across the room in pale strips. Ashley was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling through her phone without really seeing anything.Dante watched her from behind for a moment.The night before had felt… good. Too good. And maybe that was what unsettled him most.“Are you thinking about yesterday?” he asked.Ashley glanced back. “A little.”He sat up, rubbing his face. The image of Asher laughing with her, the way she’d spoken about the hangout so casually it sat uncomfortably in his chest.“I don’t like how unclear things feel,” Dante said. “With us.”Ashley turned fully toward him now. “What do you mean?”“I mean,” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “I don’t want to keep living in a place where someone else can step in and make you question where you stand with me.”She frowned slightly. “This is about Asher?”“Partly,” he admitted. “But not just him. Everything we’ve been through… I’m tire

Ashley insisted on going through everything one detail at a time, even though Danae’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking.“Let’s be logical,” Ashley said quietly. “You said only three people knew about this. Me. You. Reese.”Danae nodded. “Exactly. That’s why I’m scared. Because it doesn’t make sense.”“And Reese can’t be the one texting you,” Ashley added. “She was in custody. Her phone access would’ve been monitored. And if she was released, Dante would have known. He would’ve told me.”Danae swallowed hard. “So who else could it be?”They both fell silent.Then Danae spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. “The only other person who might have seen anything… is Dora’s father’s wife. It might have been when I sent him that message about Dora’s hospital bills.”Ashley’s expression sharpened. “Did she see the message?”“I don’t know,” Danae said helplessly. “I can’t say, I’m only guessing, I mean I didn’t even get a reply from him.”Ashley exhaled slowly. “Okay. Then we don’t panic ye

Reese stared at the screen, thumb hovering as the message settled in.“Private security assigned. Swiss clearance. Full rotation.”She let out a soft breath almost a laugh.“Oh Dante,” she said quietly. “You really are predictable.”She walked slowly toward the balcony, the warm Spanish air brushing her skin. Reese rested her elbows on the rail and reread the message again.“So that’s your move,” she continued, speaking to no one. “Protect the child. Close the circle and lock me out.”Her lips curved upward.“That’s not panic,” she admitted. “That’s strategy.”She reached for her phone again, scrolling through information she already knew by heart.Her smile deepened.“You wanted to look like the hero.”Reese lifted her glass, swirling the drink thoughtfully.“But heroes,” she said softly, “always reveal themselves when they start protecting what they love.”She took a sip, eyes narrowing slightly.“You think I’d be reckless enough to touch the child?” she scoffed. “Please. That would

The plane’s steps lowered with a soft sound, and Dora’s small feet touched the tarmac. Dante guided her carefully down the stairs. As soon as Dora saw Danae waiting at the bottom, her face lit up.“Mommy!” she squealed, running straight into Danae’s open arms. Danae scooped her up tightly, kissing her forehead. “I’ve missed you so much, my baby,” she whispered.Dante stepped back, watching quietly as the reunion unfolded. Ashley, who had arrived with Danae, smiled warmly from a few steps away.Dora wriggled free for a moment to look around, her eyes landing on Dante. “Mommy, he looks just like you!” she exclaimed, pointing.Danae laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from Dora’s face. “That’s because he’s my twin brother, sweetie. That makes him your uncle.”Dora’s eyes widened. “Uncle?” she repeated. “So she’s…” she said pointing at Ashley. “Aunty Ashley is going to be your uncle’s wife soon. That means she’ll be a part of our family, too.” Danae said kneeling beside her daughte

Reese lounged in the villa, sipping her drink, the Mediterranean sun warm on the terrace. She had moved quickly after Spain, confident that Dante hadn’t traced her. Every burner phone, every fake ID, every small detail had been accounted for.She smiled faintly, thinking of how clever she was and how soon she would have the Montclairs scrambling again.Her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number: “Time’s running out. Watch closely.”She frowned. Whoever it was couldn’t know her location. Or could they?Before she could dwell on it, the soft crunch of gravel on the driveway made her pause. Her instincts screamed. She set her glass down and stepped to the terrace door.Two black SUVs rolled silently into the courtyard. A moment later, men in suits and police vests emerged, moving with professional precision.“Who the….” Reese began, reaching for a small pistol tucked under her seat.The first officer raised a hand. “Reese Quinn, you’re under arrest. French authorities, cooperati