All Chapters of Back In The Arms Of My Billionaire Ex Husband : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The table settled into a tense hush as the game progressed. What began as polite participation thinned quickly.One man got kicked out and then another.Chips slid across the table with measured precision no excitement, no raised voices. Just glances, faint smiles, and quiet calculations.Soon, it narrowed down to three players.Asher, Dante and a silver-haired investor whose expression never changed.Ashley stood behind Dante’s chair, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder, watching the rhythm of the game with growing interest.The investor was the first to smile and push his cards forward. “I’ll step out.”Just like that, it was down to two. Suddenly, the air shifted.Asher leaned back, studying Dante across the table. Dante met his gaze calmly, fingers steepled, unreadable.Cards were revealed and Dante won. He was declared the winner immediately by the host. No celebrations, no arrogance, from him. Just a quiet, decisive victory.Ashley exhaled softly, then leaned down and kis

The party calmed down slowly. Conversations dimmed and the laughters slowly faded into background noise.Kimberly stepped outside to leave, phone pressed to her ear as she navigated the walkway toward the parking lot.She didn’t see the uneven stone. Her foot twisted sharply in her heels.Kim gasped, stumbling forward, pain shooting up her leg. Her phone slipped from her hand as she grabbed onto the nearest pillar.“Damn it…. Can tonight get any worse than this !”“Kim?”Simon’s voice came from behind her.She froze.He jogged over, already crouching. “What happened?”“I’m fine,” she said immediately, though her ankle throbbed. “Just, misstep.”He gently tested her weight when she tried to stand and she winced.“That’s not ‘fine,’” he said, noticing the area was red and a bit swollen. “I can walk.”She tried again but failed. Simon sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re impossible.”Before she could protest one more time, he bent and scooped her up effortlessly.“Simon!”

Danae’s recommendation turned out to be everything she promised.The planner was efficient without being overbearing, calm without being cold. She asked the right questions, listened more than she spoke, and never once tried to turn the wedding into a spectacle.Ashley noticed.“I want it small,” Ashley said, fingers loosely wrapped around her cup of tea. “Natural. No performances.”The planner nodded. “Then we’ll make it feel like a moment, not an event.”That was it.Ashley exchanged a look with Danae and smiled. “I like her.”“So do I,” Danae replied, already relieved.They wrapped up shortly after, details outlined, timelines tentative but flexible. As they stepped outside, the afternoon sun warm against their faces, Ashley exhaled softly.“That felt right,” she said.Danae nodded. “You looked calm in there. That’s how I knew.”Her phone rang then.Danae glanced at the screen and froze.Her steps slowed. Then stopped.Ashley noticed immediately. “What is it?”Danae hesitated befo

The engagement party was already in full bloom when Ashley stepped into the hall.Soft music floated through the space, champagne flutes clinked gently, and conversations hummed under the glow of crystal chandeliers. Everyone who mattered was there, Danae standing near Dora, who looked around in awe; Tristan laughing with Julian and Mara; Simon and Kimberly chatting near the bar; Mr. and Mrs. Montclair greeting guests with composed smiles.Ashley’s baby-pink dress shimmered subtly as she moved. The crystals caught the light with every step, not loud, not excessive just enough to make her glow. Her hair fell perfectly over her shoulders, and for a moment, she simply stood there, breathing it all in.Then Dante appeared beside her. He couldn’t take his eyes of her “you look breathtaking” he confessed placing a gentle kiss on her hand. He looked handsome in a black suit, the kind of presence that didn’t demand attention but commanded it anyway. “You look like royalty tonight” Ashley

Ashley dropped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, kicking off her heels and curling her legs beneath her.“Can you believe it’s just a week to our wedding?” she said, staring up at the ceiling. “The invitation cards are supposed to be ready today. I already arranged for them to be fetched so we can finally start distributing.”She turned her head toward him, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.“I deserve a honeymoon immediately after the wedding. Like ASAP”Dante chuckled, crossing the room to her. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Anywhere you want,” he said easily. “Name it.”She smiled, finally relaxing, and rested her head against the back of the couch.That was when his phone vibrated.Once, then again.Dante’s smile faltered just for a fraction of a second, before he reached into his pocket.Another message. Same anonymous person. You couldn’t even reply my harmless text.His jaw tightened. Annoyance flared this time, sharper than the unease before. His thum